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She likes that, winding her arms around my neck.

We kiss, a long, slow, soft kiss, and I run my other hand over her bare back and down to cup her ass.

She tilts her head back.

Oh, man, my dick is perking up.

She feels it, giggles, and reaches down, rubbing me through my scrubs.

I gasp, kissing her again, harder, and then somethingelsehappens. My mouth—my teeth—I pull back, startled. I stop touching her to reach into my mouth and touch them. I have… fangs?

“Oh,” she says. “You have them too.”

“Too,” I echo, confused.

“Alpha teeth,” she says.

“No, these aren’t…” I touch the end of one of the fangs. Shit. It’s sensitive, like cock sensitive. I knot up right away, and my pants are suddenly way too tight.

Then, it’s sort of hazy. I know that I should be freaked out about the fact that I’ve suddenly turned into Dracula, but I’m not, because I’m wicked turned on and my instinct and my arousal take over.

My naked omega is here, in my arms, and she’s perfect and smooth and pretty and very fuckable, very bitable, veryeverything.

I nudge her backwards, careful, gentle, moving us until we hit one of the counters in the kitchen. I turn her so that she’s facing away from me, and I press into her from behind, running my hand down the notches of her spine.

“You’re the most perfect little omega I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.

She perfumes, rubbing her ass into my crotch.

I sigh, putting my teeth against the nape of her neck. I don’t penetrate her with them. Yet. I rub the smooth part of them over her skin, and it sends ripples of pleasure through me that wrest guttural sounds from my chest.

I push my pants out of the way, not even all the way down, just enough to get my cock out, and my hard cock nestles itself into the crease of her ass, like it has a mind of its own.

We both sigh.

“Spread your legs for your alpha, sweet omega,” I murmur.

She does, arching, clutching the counter, presenting her pussy to me. It’s dripping wet.

“Such a good girl,” I breathe. “Such a perfect, good, slick, little omega. Take your alpha’s cock, okay?”

“Please,” she sighs.

I slide easily into her, and she is snug and yet slippery, and I easily push my knot into her, sealing us together.

She cries out.

I reach around and take her whole mound in my hand. I squeeze that as I begin to stroke in her.

“Ah, shit, Calix, that’s going to make me come,” she says in a strained voice.

“Not yet, omega,” I soothe her, gently kneading her mound as I fuck her. “You’ll come when you get your bite, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, alpha, bite me,” she says in a rush, her voice stretching out like a song.

“I will,” I assure her. “Get used to my knot first.”

“I’m used to it,” she protests. “It’s perfect. It feels fantastic, and I want to come, and I want your bite. Please.”