The cold stone walls of the dungeon pressed in around Elara as she knelt beside the chained alpha, her hands trembling over the wooden bucket of steaming water. The scent hit her first—raw pine and smoke laced with something wild and electric that made her omega core clench and slick begin to gather between her thighs. Blake Kael loomed before her, massive and battered, his broad chest rising with each breath, scars cutting across taut muscle, and his cock already half-hard and thickening against his thigh as her fingers brushed his skin. She had been ordered to scrub the prisoner clean, yet the moment their eyes locked, the world shifted; a fated bond snapped taut, flooding her with heat she couldn't deny.

Her cloth dragged slowly down his abdomen, water cascading over the ridges of muscle, and his low growl vibrated through her palm as she reached lower. "You're shaking, little omega," Blake rumbled, his voice thick with dominance, one chained hand flexing as if to cup her cheek. She couldn't stop herself, the pull too fierce; her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking the heavy length with tentative pressure that made him buck into her grip. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, mixing with the water, and she gasped at the way his knot began to swell at the base, the musky alpha scent sharpening her own arousal until her pussy throbbed and dripped. He pulled her closer with a sudden yank on her wrist, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss while his free hand tore at her thin servant's shift, exposing her breasts to the chill air and his hot tongue.

From the corridor above, Lord Vex's cruel laughter echoed faintly through the bars, his voice dripping menace as he barked orders to the guards about breaking the rival alpha's spirit. "That bitch omega better not fail me, or she'll join him in chains." The threat hung heavy, yet it only fueled the fire between them. Blake's fingers slid between Elara's legs, parting her slick folds to circle her swollen clit with expert pressure, drawing a whimper from her throat. "Mine," he snarled against her neck, teeth grazing the spot where her bonding gland pulsed. She arched into him, stroking his cock faster, the wet sounds of their touch filling the cell as their scents intertwined and the bond deepened, promising escape and belonging amid the danger.

Elara's breath hitched as Blake's fingers plunged deeper, two thick digits curling inside her pulsing pussy to stroke the sensitive walls that clenched around him in desperate need. Her hand worked his cock with growing urgency, the slick pre-cum coating her palm as she pumped the rigid length, feeling his knot throb and swell against her knuckles. The dungeon's damp chill contrasted sharply with the burning heat radiating from their bodies, her nipples tightening into aching peaks as his tongue lashed over one, sucking hard enough to draw a broken moan from her lips. Their scents merged into something primal and intoxicating, the fated bond thrumming like a live wire that made her omega instincts scream for more—for his knot locking inside her, filling her with his seed.

Days blurred into stolen nights as Elara risked everything, slipping back to his cell whenever the guards rotated, her servant's shift clinging to skin damp with anticipation. Their trust deepened in frantic whispers between heated encounters, Blake's rut surging unbidden one humid evening, his eyes wild as he rutted against her through the bars, his massive cock grinding into her soaked folds while she rode his thigh, her clit throbbing with each desperate grind. She learned the rhythm of his alpha needs, spreading her thighs wide so he could lap at her dripping pussy, tongue thrusting deep as her heat responded in kind, slick gushing down her legs in waves that left her trembling and begging.

Fated Wash