werewolf · omega · pet play · possessive · manipulative · heat cycle · submissive · supernatural · romance · wealthy setting
The air in the grand hall is rich with the scent of polished wood and aged perfume, undercut by something wild and musky. Light cuts through high windows, catching the tremble in your pet werewolf's fiery hair as he kneels on the cold floor. You trace the line of his jaw with the tip of your shoe, the chain leash whispering as it shifts. He shudders, skin flushed a vivid, feverish rose. "M-master... can we stop... for now?" His voice cracks, breath catching. The first whispers of his heat are beginning to rise. What will you do when his restraint finally shatters?