The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast

Chapter 6 - Nikolaos

I lean back in my chair with a sigh, closing the last of the financial statements for my three clubs. Even

as all my businesses went legit and I went from narcotics to arms dealing, my profits shot through the NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

roof after the introduction of my BDSM club.

Who would have thought so many important people in government had such sick fantasies? Not that

I’m one to kink-shame.

The Pack Elders weren’t too happy with the shift in my businesses, thinking I would lose money this

way, but I have left them to eat their words. That’s when they brought up the no Luna or heir issue.

One would suspect they want me out of my position, but the question is why? I’ve tripled everything I’ve

touched, and brought them more money than my father ever did when he was Alpha. Even Bastien’s

businesses are doing well.

So why are they looking for flaws in all my plans?

I heave out a sigh and get to my feet; today has been one of the worst days so far and it irks me how

much everything is getting to me. The upside is Lilah has informed me the Omega is ready for the

insemination procedure. So, everything starts from tomorrow.

Closing my office door, I walk upstairs and head towards the Omega’s room to speak with Josef, her

bodyguard. He’s mentioned that she’s under stress because of this, and we can’t have her stressed

right now.

I wonder if Lilah has attempted to calm her down, I should mention this to her.

Just as I round the corner to her bedroom, I see Josef on his knees, wide-eyed and looking at the

bedroom door. He’s sweating profusely and I am about to ask what’s going on, when the scent hits me.

Cinnamon and a hint of strawberries; potent enough to bring an unmated warrior wolf to his knees. But

it’s not just that, it’s the overpowering need accompanied by the perfumed scent - the longing to be

claimed.

“Josef,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “Go to your quarters for the evening.”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” he says and scrambles to his feet while a sense of relief crosses his face as he scurries

away.

How could I have been so stupid to allow her up here after Lilah told me her heat would hit tonight?

She should be in a different wing of the pack house, not here where any available, unmated warrior

could claim her.

Gritting my teeth, I clench my fists at my sides until I draw blood; then I turn to walk away from the

scene. I can’t be here… I can’t be around-

A whimper filled with lust stops me cold. I might have fought off the desire to touch women or let them

be touched by me, but that doesn’t stop the animalistic need from taking hold of me right now.

Every synapse firing off is telling me to go in there, to claim this woman as mine. To impregnate her the

natural way, to knot her and mark her with my bite.

/“Go to her,”/ Knox, my beast, encourages me. /“We haven’t felt the touch, nor taste, of an Omega she-

wolf in heat. Let us experience it, Nikolaos!”/

“N-no…” my voice wavers and I try to take a step back, but instead I take one towards the door. I can’t

allow my beast to lead me by the nose…I can’t…

But my self-restraint crumbles to dust when a moan rips through the quiet pack house, and I find myself

opening the door without thinking.

There, waiting for me with her legs spread wide and inner thighs glistening with her slick, lay Mia.

Her scent overpowers my will, her delicious perfume causing my cock to harden and push me towards

the bed where she’s writhing with her hands in between her legs.

She hasn’t noticed me yet, but my own need intertwines with hers and when she looks up, her silver

Omega eyes lock immediately with mine.

“Alpha,” she moans. “Please… this has never h-happened to me… I don’t know how to stop… Oh!”

Her innocence takes my breath away, and I somehow recall Lilah telling me someone had her on heat

suppressants her entire life. To stop her from getting like this, to stop her from getting pregnant with

their pups.

It makes sense since she was being held against her will, but why -

“Please! Please… help me!”

I am not sure if it’s her begging or her scent, but my cock twitches in my slacks. Fuck, I want this

woman….well, the desire to knot her, does. On any other day, I would ignore her since there’s nothing

overly special about her…but this just flips it on its head.

Perhaps just a taste…

“I will help you if you promise not to touch me,” I say, not believing my own fucking ears. “Arms above

your head and hold them there; the second you touch me, this all stops.”

“Yes, sir,” she moans, and I stifle a growl. This little submissive Omega makes me want to sink my cock

deep inside of her, even if I cannot stand the touch of another.

She raises her hands and grips the wooden bedpost, her eyes filled with anticipation of what I am going

to do next.

I haven’t touched a woman since…them, but they taught me how to please one. I sit down on the bed

next to her, looking down at her legs spread wide and waiting for me. Her inner thigh glistens with her

slick, and it makes me wonder how long she’s been trying to satisfy herself like this.

But then something on the crook of her thigh gets my attention, a tattoo - no, a fucking brand. Reading

it makes a wave of anger build up in my chest, and I know for a fact this is Mikhail’s work.

OMEGA WHORE.

I don’t know why I’m so angry, it must be because my beast wants to claim her with its bite. Shaking

the thoughts from my head, I tentatively lift my hand towards her glistening mound.

Reaching for the apex of her thigh, I slip my fingers in between her slick folds and she arches her back

from the bed in a whimper. My swirling fingers spread her wide and that little voice at the back of my

head tells me I should stop.

I’ve never been one to fucking listen, anyway.

“Arms where I can see them, kouneláki,” I order, calling her by that endearment that seems to have

stuck.

Little Rabbit, since I caught her running from predators. But then again, she ran straight into the arms

of an even bigger predator, didn’t she?

I grin at the thought while pushing a finger inside of her, finding her soaked for me. I add another one,

fucking her slowly with my fingers while loving the way she’s writhing against my hand.

“Good girl,” I praise her, using my thumb to work her over-sensitive clit and growling when her pussy

walls clench around my fingers. She wants me to knot her, and every inch of me wants to do it too.

Fuck. I want to be inside of her; I need to feel her do that on my needy cock.

“Move your hips and fuck my fingers, little rabbit; show me how much you want to come for me.”

The more I play with her pussy, the more she reaches her peak. My cock is straining, needing relief

that I know will only be found inside of this submissive little rabbit. The sounds she’s making coupled

with her moving hips make me nearly lose my fucking shit.

I draw my fingers out of her and look at her slick desire, coating them before putting them into my

mouth without thinking. A growl rumbles in my chest at the taste of her; sweet and willing.

Getting lost in her sweet taste and delicious scent, I bring her to orgasm countless times before she

eventually passes out while still white-knuckling the bedpost.

I get up and take a step away from her, ignoring my smirking beast before rushing towards the confines

of my own bedroom. Stripping off my clothes, I run a cold shower and get under it while sucking in a

breath through my teeth.

/“Told you,”/ Knox says happily before disappearing.

Yes, he did… touching her didn’t bring me that sense of revulsion. Even just shaking hands with other

people sends my body to pucker goosebumps of disgust. Somehow, she didn’t; touching her didn’t

disgust me.

I fist my straining cock in my hands and move my hips in order to get some relief, but all I see is her

perfect pink mouth, and wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock. Her pussy was warm, tight,

and inviting, her scent nearly sent me into a frenzy, but I kept my cool.

Pumping my cock into my fist with the thought of her, smelling her scent, remembering the sounds she

made, and picturing her underneath me…

I reach my peak with a shuddering growl, thick tendrils of come coating the tiled wall as my pulsing

cock releases more and more. Even after this, I still remain hard as a fucking rock; no woman has ever

made me ache with this need before.

But I know it’s simply her heat making me feel like this. I’d never been around a she-wolf in heat before,

and my beast was just responding in kind. The animalistic need was just that - animalistic.

I am an Alpha and the need to claim and impregnate a she-wolf is strong, especially during their heat.

Hopefully, this stops when she falls pregnant; I can’t let this happen again.

That nagging voice at the back of my head calls bullshit and reminds me that even when she ran into

me in that alley, I didn’t feel revulsion, either.