TW: MM sex
Reed
I gasped as the thick, swollen tip of Rayne’s c**k breached me, slow and searing.
It burned.
It always f*****g burned.
Didn’t matter how much lube I used or how long I spent fingering myself open. Rayne was just too big—monstrously, beautifully, obscenely big. And me? I wasn’t built for this. I didn’t have the soft, yielding body of an Omega, no slick to ease the way, no natural heat begging to be bred. I was a Beta. Tight. Dry. Wrong.
And I f*****g loved it.
I craved it.
I lived for the stretch, the way his thick c**k forced my body to yield inch by inch like it was something to be conquered. I welcomed the sting, clung to it like a junkie with his needle. The pain was sharp, intimate—proof that I was taking all of him, that I could.
Even if I wasn’t an Omega, I c
