Mastering Their Omega

Scarlett POVYou know, people believe that being a virgin until you find your Fated Mate is sacred, but I've always wondered why it's only with women. While guys go around having sex at will and women have to be virgins and innocent. No, I'm not innocent, I know a lot about sex - seriously, who doesn't know that we have the internet? I've played around a lot, but I just never got to the bottom of it.I'm already 22 and a virgin, and I've never met my Fated Mate, so I took the opportunity that came my way. I'm auctioning off my virginity and that's a relatively rare item, for my age and for who I am, an Omega... But I'm rambling, probably to take my mind off what's going to happen in a short while, in 20 minutes my name will be called, and I'll have to present myself on a stage, show every part of my body, and then the bidding will begin.I need money, not exactly for college since I'm a federal student, and no one in the family is sick since I'm an orphan... I want this money to be fr

Scarlett POVFor a Werewolf to get drunk, it has to drink a lot, although Omegas don't usually have the same resistance as an Alpha, except that I did, so no matter how much whiskey I drank, I wasn't going to get drunk, so I filled my glass once more with that amber liquid. All this to try to calm my nerves, after all, I don't know who's going to walk through that door. Or what kind of person has bought me and that's why I'm trying to calm myself down by drinking almost a bottle.I looked at my surroundings again. It was a small office, decorated in a medieval style, with dark wood furniture, and gold details. On the floor was a soft carpet in shades of dark red and black. There was a desk, two armchairs, a sofa, and two bookcases. To the left, there was a window adorned with red and black curtains.I'm wearing lacy black lingerie under a semi-transparent dress with shades of purple and blue. On my feet, a pair of black high heels complemented the outfit, all at the request of my new

Scarlett POVThe main rule of BDSM is consent, without it, the environment is no scene, no game, nothing. In this there are certain levels, between green, yellow, and red, anything that was green could be done, if you were in a yellow zone you had to be careful and anything red was forbidden. Of course, these zones changed constantly, sometimes a practice that I thought was red could go to yellow and something green at first could become red.People change, their tastes change, we're fluid, and that's interesting, testing things out, learning new feelings, new emotions. At this point, there is tension in the air, no one wants to be the first to move.The black-haired Alpha is behind me, while the light brown-haired is in front of me, our bodies almost touching, we can feel the heat radiating from one to the other. It's like the game of whoever blinks first loses, only it's whoever moves first.My sex is very wet because my mind won't leave me alone, imagining what their touch was lik

Scarlett POVI bit my lower lip as I felt the black-haired man blow right into the center of my sex, the cold air against my hot skin was delicious and made my muscles contract instinctively."Lovely, your body reacts so well to these little stimulations." I heard his voice echo.My breathing was getting more and more intense, more ragged, especially as I kept my lips closed, not wanting to let out those moans of pleasure that wanted to come out at any cost."So sensitive... Your nipples are already hard"The man behind me spoke into my ear, placing my leg on the shoulder of the man who was kneeling and then grabbed both nipples with his fingertips, making a gentle up and down movement, but it sent waves of pleasure through my body, the first few times were pure ecstasy, but as the seconds passed, the desire for something more, something stronger grew. I began to yearn for him to turn his fingers, to apply more pressure, to pull, anything more than this gentle, slow touch.I closed my

Scarlett POVI opened my eyes, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets covering my body. I blinked a few times to focus my vision and realized that I was laying on a large bed, with black sheets covering me. The room had more rustic decor, with heavy wooden furniture, which were painted black and the room was adorned with gold detailing.On the floor lay a soft black carpet, in perfect contrast with the white of the marbled floor. The curtains were black with a light gray spread along the bottom of the fabric, further down, while the bedside table, at the side of the bed, held a light gray lamp.I knew it was morning already. Maybe even in the afternoon as I could see slivers of light though the slits and gaps in the curtains, even though they were still closed.. Honestly? I was surprised. I wasn’t the type to black out like that. It could have probably been due to all the pressure I’ve been under the day before, from arriving at the auction house, getting ready, preparing the files,