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 “Good afternoon, Mr. Richards,” I thankfully manage to say.

“Good afternoon, Master Witherington. I trust you know what this is?” he says as he gestures at the strange piece of furniture the staff just placed in front of my fireplace.

He strides over and whips off the dust sheet but the grand reveal doesn’t help me at all. I still do not have the faintest clue what it could be. One glance at him confirms that my ignorance is plain to see.

I feel my cheeks flush as the weight of his disappointment settles on me. He is a trainer as well as a proctor. No doubt he is outraged that my parents never arranged for him or another trainer to instruct me in all the intricate and proper ways to be a vessel.

In his eyes, I should have started learning all of this on my sixteenth birthday. And here I am, twenty-one and clueless.

He is glaring at me expectantly, so I wander over to the item to see if I can figure it out.

It is a beautiful piece, whatever it is. It reminds me of a gym horse, but I doubt that is what it is. The wood on the legs and edges is dark mahogany. The body is covered in a deep red plush velvet. There is thick padding under the velvet and bright bronze rivets line the edge, where it meets the mahogany.

“Put your knees in there!” snaps Mr. Richards impatiently.

There are indeed two knee shaped holes cut into the body of the not-gym-horse-thing. Carefully, I do as I’m told. The padding is thick under my knees, it’s surprisingly comfortable to kneel on. The holes are a little far apart so I’m having to spread my legs a little, but it’s nothing unbearable.

“Now bend over and grasp the handles.”

Okay. If I rest my stomach on the top of the not-gym-horse, I can reach down to the other side, where there are indeed handles.

“Hold your position,” says Mr. Richards, from right behind me.

I nearly yelp in fright. He is standing in between my spread legs, and bent over like this, my ass is on full display. It feels like my trousers might as well be invisible.

“This is a rutting stool. It has been custom made to you and his grace’s exact measurements, so when he stands behind you like so, you will be in a perfect position to receive him.”

For the love of all things holy! I scramble off the thing as if it is made of lava, and practically knock Mr. Richards out of the way as I do so.

He glares at me but I am entirely too flustered to apologize.

“I am here to ensure you are prepared for your master, prudishness must be set aside,” he declares haughtily.

He has a point. And I’m not a prude thank you very much. If anything, I’m the exact opposite of a prude. Or maybe I am in my head when I’m just thinking about carnal acts longingly. Perhaps when faced with the reality, I will shriek and faint like a blushing maiden. Gosh, that is a depressing thought.

Richards has walked over to the table, and he is now presenting me with one of the packages. Gingerly, I open it. Two inches of wood, wrapped around and around with strips of dark leather. The beautiful silver chain it is attached to, looks incongruous. The two parts quite simply do not go together.

“It’s a brace!” I exclaim before he can snidely ask me if I know what it is.

I’ve never seen a new one before. Unmarked, unblemished. It’s utterly spine chilling. The most terrifying thing I have ever seen.

“And what is it for?” Richards asks whilst raising an eyebrow.

So much for thwarting his opportunity to be snide.

“You put it in your mouth and clench it between your teeth,” I answer.

He nods. “Why?”

I swallow. “So you can bite down on it and stay quiet.”

“Correct. Your master will not wish to be disturbed by your noise. A good vessel is a quiet vessel.”

My heart is thrumming. Sothbridge isn’t really into all of this, is he? He doesn’t strike me as the sort. All this tradition stuff is just for show. When it is just the two of us, everything will be normal. Surely? He won’t expect me to bend over that thing with this thing between my teeth while he rails me?

Images of the well-used braces I have seen, flow across my mind. Braces covered in indentations from teeth. A shudder convulses through my body. Plenty of people do still expect that. I have seen the evidence. Seen it worn around the necks of my patients.

I shove the brace into my pocket. I don’t have to wear it around my neck like a nightmare-necklace until I’m married. Until then I’m just not going to think about it. Probably not the healthiest of coping mechanisms but it will have to do.

Richards gives me a small frown of disapproval but thankfully he says nothing. Instead, he merely turns and retrieves the next item. He presents the long, narrow box to me with a flourish, as if it is a bottle of fine champagne. I really, really don’t want to open it. But I do.

Oh my. Instant regret floods through me. It’s a dildo. In a very fancy red satin lined case, but still very much a dildo. It looks like clear glass and is exquisitely detailed, with veins and everything. I can’t possibly look at Richards and my cheeks are on fire. I’m trapped here, staring at this thing.

“The phallus is an exact replica of your husband-to-be. So you may practice accommodating him.”

A strange gurgling noise escapes from my throat. It feels like someone has taken a whisk to my brain. A replica? This detailed? This is wildly, wildly intimate. I feel like I should slam the lid shut so Richards stops staring at it. But there is another, far more pressing issue.

“It’s um… scaled up?” I whisper hopefully.

“No. Exact replica.”

My eyes are watering and I’m going to faint.

“Now, get undressed and on the bed. I will teach you how to prepare yourself to receive your husband.”

My gaze flicks up to him in horror. The gleam in his eyes is positively evil. He pulls a bottle of lube out of his pocket and my heart stops.

“No! I… I mean, that’s not necessary! I know how!”

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Fitz continues to rasp his warm wet tongue over my chest. He is warm and wriggling in my arms. The aroma of his arousal, all entwined with his delicious omega smell, along with his own unique scent, fills my lungs and makes my head spin. Together with the pull of the moon, it’s a heady combination.

For him to have reacted so swiftly to me means only one thing. He wants me. Fitz desires me. The moon cannot enhance what is not there. Despite everything I’ve done to him, Fitz craves my touch.

I grab a handful of his silver hair and pull his head back, to make him look at me. His eyes are all hazy and unfocused. His pupils blown. Dark and wide with lust.

“Fitz, do you really want this?”

Desiring me is one thing, choosing to act on it is quite another. If the collar really did subdue his wolf, it means he has zero experience in arguing with his beast side. No way of untangling its instincts from his own rational thoughts. No practice in resisting the moon’s call. I know his wolf wants me, but does Fitz?

Confusion flashes briefly in his eyes but it is soon gone, replaced by enthusiastic nodding. I sigh heavily. This situation sucks. First, I throw him into heat and have to take him, now he is lost in moonlust and I have to take him again, to stop his body trying to shift when it doesn’t know how to.

As shitty as everything is, I want him. I want him with a passion that burns. A desire that is frightening in its intensity. And that’s the problem. Is my arousal and need for him clouding my judgment, making me think this is an acceptable thing to do?

But then Harry did tell me to do it. His decision making is not impaired. And I only need to distract Fitz. I might yet survive this night with a clear conscience, because we might not need to go all the way.

With that thought in mind, I run my hand down his back, slip inside his pants and cup his wonderful ass. He moans at my touch and presses himself even closer. His head is still tilted up, and he is staring deep into my eyes. I lean down and brush my lips against his own. Feather soft. But I am consumed. He tastes of moonlight and cookies and everything good. Everything I have been yearning for. Everything that has been missing. I can’t pull away. I fall into a deep, passionate kiss and it feels like coming home.

He sinks into my embrace, surrendering to me completely. His omega nature completely unharmed by being constrained by the collar for who knows how long. It speaks directly to my alpha nature and ignites my desire from a smoldering ember to a raging inferno.

My hand slips over to his front and I caress his cock. He breaks from our kiss to throw his head back and gasp. The weight of him feels divine in my hand. He is silky and firm and oh so responsive. My touch makes him gasp, moan and writhe. He rolls away from me to flop onto his back. His hips cant up into my touch and his legs spread. He is all instinct, hunger and desire and I have never seen a more beautiful sight.

Hastily, I unwrap his gorgeous body from all his clothes. Then I shuck my jeans off. Diving back onto the bed and resuming my place next to him feels like the best thing ever. My hand finds his cock again and I stroke it gently.

His legs open even wider and he whimpers needily. He needs me to be inside him. I need to fill him to give him true pleasure. He is empty without me.

I leave his cock to trace my fingers down to his waiting hole. He is already wet with slick for me. The feel of it makes me growl in appreciation. He shudders at the sound I make and lifts his hips in a wordless plea.

I answer his call and slip a finger into his tight silken heat. His back arches as he clutches the sheets. My cock throbs. He is so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away. I adore that I can do this to him. Turn him into a quivering, needy creature of lust and desire. His body is no longer trying to shift. I have consumed all of him. Every cell of his body is mine and blazing with the pleasure I am giving him. Right now, I am the only thing that exists for him. My touch the only thing he is aware of. Pride, possessiveness and satisfaction flow through me. It’s intoxicating. I will never be able to drink enough of it. He is my new addiction.

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 A few hours later and I’m pacing nervously in my dressing room. I adjust my codpiece for the thousandth time. It’s just a simple piece of hard flat plastic fixed over my cock, but it’s the only thing that is going to save me. My costume for the upcoming scene is a white tee shirt and soft pale gray pajama trousers for fuck’s sake. Even if my cock doesn’t get excited, it’s large enough to be obscene in such an outfit. Something I’m normally very proud of, but for some reason, right now the thought of my junk on display gives me chills.

The intimacy coach wanted me and Mackenzie to practice kissing in privacy, with just her observing. Mackenzie flat out refused, and I pretended to be fine with that. The look of gratitude he shot me momentarily warmed my heart. Then my mood had plummeted when I realized how desperate he was not to kiss me anymore than absolutely necessary.

The awkward consequence was that now we were going to have our first kiss in front of the cameras and crew. To say I am nervous is an understatement. I am physically shaking. This state of mind is ridiculous, I am a great kisser. I have plenty of experience. Just not in front of cameras or with him. The desire to make it the best kiss of his life burns through me. I’m more concerned with that, than making it look good, which is absurd. Mackenzie Jones has robbed me of the ability to form rational thoughts.

I’m called to set and I get my head in the game. Abe is chilling at home, he hasn’t seen Cain for a few days and he is trying not to worry.

“Action!”

The doorbell rings. I whip my head around, jump off of the sofa and stride to the door. Then I pause with my hand on the handle. The director wants to do this as one continuous shot, so I fling open the door, ignoring the whir of the camera as it moves on its tracks to its next position. On the other side of the door, it is dark and the rain machine is on. Mackenzie is curled up on the doorstep, soaking wet.

He looks up at me as the rain cascades down his face. His arms are wrapped tightly around his middle. His black leather outfit is soaked through. He looks lost. Broken.

“I had nowhere else to go,” he says meekly, as if he expects to be sent away.

Sapphire eyes are full of pain, fear and longing. He is hurt, vulnerable and in danger, and of all the people in the world, he has come to me.

I reach down, grab the lapels of his long leather coat and haul him to his feet. I pull him out of the darkness, into warmth, light, safety, and my arms. He squeaks in surprise. Then my lips are on his. He is cold, but the feel of him lights me on fire. Kissing him is like kissing electricity, the rush tears through every cell of my body and soul leaving me irrevocably changed. I will never be the same again. I feel him in every part of me.

He melts into my embrace, and I don’t mind holding him up. The feel of him in my arms awakens a hunger deep within me. He is pliant and soft, and it makes me want to protect him, cherish him and keep him safe. It also makes me want to take him apart, destroy him, watch him come undone and surrender to me completely.

My cock bulges painfully against the hard plastic wedged in my underwear. I moan and he whimpers needily. His hands are twisted into my tee shirt, holding on as I ravish his mouth.

I want him. All of him. My desire for him burns like nothing else. I would give my wealth, my youth, my fame, my very soul to have him beneath me. I yearn to give him so much pleasure that he forgets his name.

“Cut!” someone yells and suddenly my arms are empty.

I blink in confusion but he has only moved a few steps away. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Tongue?” he says with his eyebrow quirked, but his eyes look dazed and his breathing is rapid.

He has to have felt some of what I just experienced, there is no way on earth that was one sided. I flush as I realize how carried away I got.

“That was great boys, but Kit you were supposed to step outside so your tee shirt gets all wet,” says the director.

I flush some more. I never forget directions. But Mackenzie looked so cold. So alone. My mind is a tangled mess. Am I becoming a method actor? Blurring the lines between reality and fiction? I’m struggling to separate Abe’s thoughts from my own.

The director looks up from reviewing the footage. “It is as hot as hell, we will leave it as it is.”

My stomach flips over and my heart goes crazy. I’m not going to get to kiss him again. At least not today. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Crushingly devastated, yes, but also relieved. I’ve never experienced anything so intense in my life. I’m not sure I can repeat it and keep my sanity intact.

Not that my sanity is intact at the moment. I’m all sorts of confused and overwhelmed. But right now, I need to go to my dressing room and change for the next scene.

I can’t look at him. I just can’t. I will completely fall apart if I do. So I flee without meeting his gaze, but I feel his eyes burning into me until I’m out of his line of sight.

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 I paced the living room of the rented apartment furiously, biting my nails as I went. My body felt too hot and too cold. Agitation itched all along my skin. Things were progressing far too fast. I’d gone from feeling slightly odd when holding Nathan’s hand as we abandoned the car, to now, a mere couple of hours later, not feeling like myself at all.

One thought haunted me and refused to let go. Repeating over and over in my mind with no mercy and no escape. It may have been a stupid thing to fixate on, but I was powerless before it.

A key slid into the lock and I jumped, heart racing but Nathan’s delicious scent calmed me down instantly. He walked in, arms laden with shopping bags.

“Why am I going into heat now?” I demanded.

Releasing the words that had been going around and around my head. All the times I had longed to finally go into heat. To be normal. And now, when it was a terrible time, it was happening?

To my immense surprise he flushed and looked guilty. I watched him in astonishment as he walked over to the open-plan kitchen and carefully put his bags on the island. I had been voicing my frustration. I had not expected him to have an answer.

“Nathan?” I asked, when it became clear he wasn’t going to say anything.

Finally he walked towards me, only to stop several paces away. He gave me an anguished look. He fidgeted with his hands and then placed them behind his back.

“Mr. King had suppressants put in your food. I didn’t know where they were kept, so I couldn’t bring them.”

I stared at him in absolute horror. I could barely comprehend what I was hearing. It could not be true. How could my father do this to me? And Nathan had known? He’d always known?

Suddenly, I rushed up to him and hammered my fists against his chest angrily.

“How could you!” I yelled. “You knew how much of a freak I felt! How upset I was about it! I bared my heart to you and you… you said nothing!”

He stood stoically, accepting my rage. His delicious scent washed over me, all Nathan and masculine. It flipped a switch in my brain. I whined and pressed my body against his, my hands wrapping around the back of his neck, my mouth descending on the exposed piece of skin where his top two buttons were undone, and licking eagerly.

Some part of me was cringing at what I was doing. But it was a very small part of myself and very easy to ignore.

Nathan shuddered, placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him gladly and he started carrying me briskly towards the bedroom. Excitement made me dizzy, was he? Were we?

He dumped me on the bed in a sitting position. I looked up at him but he didn’t look at me. Instead, he emptied one of his shopping bags onto the bed. I stared at the contents. Sex toys. A huge collection. He straightened with a jerky movement and strode out, locking the door behind him.

“I’ll be right outside,” he said softly, but there was a strange tightness to his voice.

Humiliation and rejection flooded through me like a physical pain. My chest hurt, my eyes watered. Everyone, absolutely everyone wanted an omega when they were in heat. People fought to the death over it. It felt so amazing, it was legendary. Nevermind the pheromones that drove everyone wild, even humans.

But Nathan didn’t want me. Why did he hate me so much? I must be really hideous. Extremely repulsive. The knowledge hurt. It burned. It was an agony like no other.

I threw myself down to a sprawl on the bed and howled my pain and my need. Misery overwhelming me until I thought I might die of it.

“Eli! Please! The neighbors!”

He was crazy if he thought I could stop. My body was burning up, my mind clouding with want. He had destroyed me with his rejection. I couldn’t possibly contain it all within me. My wolf insisted on howling to call someone else who might want me, who might help me.

“Eli, your heat is making you not think straight. You need to start playing with yourself. It will make you feel better”

His words drew my attention to my very hard cock. My clothes suddenly felt restrictive and unbearable. Whimpering, I tore everything off. Being naked was far better. But even the sheets felt wrong against my skin. There should be someone else’s skin touching mine. Someone else should be caressing me, filling me. This was all wrong.

A tiny part of my rational mind was still functioning. It made me wrap my hand around my cock. It told me if I came I’d feel better. It was wrong. I knew what I needed, and that was to be stuffed full of cock until my insides were rearranged. But touching my cock did feel good. My hand pumped and my hips thrust. A short, sharp orgasm trembled through me. Unsatisfying and succeeding only in coating my fingers in cum. 

I whined deep in my throat and started again. I needed more. Wanted more. 

I spilled two more times but it brought no relief. If anything, it made me more desperate. I wailed in dismay.

“Eli,” said Nathan calmly. It sounded like he was just the other side of the door, pressed up against it. I wanted him to come in. I had never wanted anything more.

“I think you need to use the toys. You need to come from… your hole.” 

He sounded so awkward and uncomfortable. At first I was annoyed but then I relented. Talking about your best friend's hole can’t be easy. If my heat wasn’t driving me out of my mind, I’d probably be dying of embarrassment. But with my heat raging the only thing I felt was dismay that he saw me only as a friend. Still, what he was saying made sense.

Hastily, I ripped open the packet of the nearest toy. It was large and obscenely pink, but I didn’t care. I lay on my back, spread my legs and brushed the tip against my hole. Then, gritting my teeth, I slid it in. I was aghast at how easily it went, my body greedy for it. I had expected it to hurt or at least feel uncomfortable. But my slick drenched hole all but pulled it in.

I groaned. It felt good, so very good. I hadn’t realized how achingly empty I had been. But the silicone was tepid and too firm. It didn’t carry the silken warmth of a cock. How I knew this, I had no idea. I was merely a slave to my instincts and what they were telling me. My wolf whined in confusion. It was almost what it wanted, whilst also being not at all what it wanted.

My hand flew back to my cock. This time when I came, my ass clenched around the toy lodged in my ass. It didn’t feel right. I didn’t like the sensation at all. The toy was too hard, too unyielding. 

My hips bucked, thrusting my cock in and out of my hand. My body desperate for a release that was satisfying. But everything I did was a tease and only got me more aroused, more frantic.

I howled my frustration and pummeled my cock. Nothing had prepared me for how intense heats were. I could not believe I had wished for this.

“Eli! Don’t touch your cock!”

Could he see me? Was he peeking through the hinges of the door? I didn’t care. I tried to obey him. I kept one hand on the bed, while the other slid the toy in and out frantically.

“I can’t!” I gasped as my hand flew back to my throbbing cock of its own accord.

Nathan swore, unlocked the door and strode in.

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Everybody wants my body and my money. Nobody wants me.

Being an omega has never been worse.

I’m Eli King, an omega and the youngest son of Alpha Duncan King, one of the richest businessmen in the country.

When Duncan and his alpha sons are killed in a helicopter crash, I don’t have time to mourn. I inherit the King empire, but as an omega, any alpha who mates and claims me will get it all.

My wonderful bodyguard and best friend, Nathan, drags me out of the house before I know what is happening. And then I’m running and hiding from every alpha in the world.

Nathan is the only person I trust. Spending so much time with him is the one silver lining in all this mess. He is the one person who truly sees me and likes me, not my money. He is my favorite person on the planet. 

If only he wasn’t a beta.

All Rail the King contains; friends to lovers, forced proximity, only one bed, mutual pining, an unexpected heat and a prosthetic knot!