Denied, not rejected

Chapter 5

Shawn's POV

     "F-Fuck," I moaned out loud, rolling my eyes at the very back as I thrust my finger back inside my hole. It was so good, so addicting. I wonder what Kyle's would feel.

      "D-Daddy more," I moaned out again, closing my eyes as I think of Kyle, victoriously smirking at me as he put his whole length on my entrance. "Please god, please daddy more," I begged him and I imagined him slamming himself deep within me, making the building up of pleasure in my stomach to set free and I felt my cum on my stomach. My eyes just went eyes.

      I sigh again after I look at my disgusting situation. This must stop, this must fucking stop! I need to stop imagining of him fucking me because it's so fucking clear that I'll be the one to take responsibility of him!

      I was so depressed, so fucking mad at myself. W-Why can't I be dominant? I-I don't know how to take care of Kyle. Sure Kyle is so fragile, cute, needed to be taken care of, to be loved...but I am also that, well, except for the cute part because I have the feature of a strong man...but I am so soft on the inside.

      My thoughts when I saw him were mixed. There was the disappointment lingering around my brain because just the look of him, he screams omega, a submissive one and here I am, a submissive head warrior, a closeted one and it was so damn hard!

      Whole my life I believed that I'll be mated to a dominant man and I already accepted the fact that I'll be rejected because what kind of dominant man would accept a mascular submissive? There is none.

      The idea of pinning Kyle on the bed, having him underneath me... doesn't arouse me that much. I don't like having the control, I want to be the one who's going to receive and take orders...but I must force myself to be one.

      I am actually broken right now and I am trying to force myself to change and to be a dominant man, to match my features but it's just so damn hard.

      I got to sniffed on the air and my whole body froze when my mate's scent was with it. What the fuck?! What is he doing in my quarter?! This was built for warriors who are in charge of the roaming, to rest for a bit and I'm always on that job since I became the head warrior. I must secure the safety of my pack.

      It's already night, almost mid night and why the hell is he still walking around? I immediately grab the blanket and pull it over my chest, I managed to do that before someone entered the tent and a small and cute figure went it.

      Kyle was short, cute and just beautiful. I wanted to be like him... he's what every dominant person likes and not a large submissive like me. I look like a trash and no one would be willing to be my daddy to take care of such a large submissive baby.

      "B-Baby?" My voice came out a bit deeper than my usual one. I'm willing to try to be the best dominant man he wants...even if it means breaking my whole being. I needed him to accept me.

      "I-I'm sorry," he cutely apologize, still looking nowhere but on the ground. We're in a small tent somewhere on the forest. I only have two hours to sleep then after that, I'll take over on roaming the pack borders.

      "Why are here? I mean, it's already night time and you're still outside? Rogues must be lingering around!" I can't stop myself from being worried. We're outside the pack house, in the forest and there might be rogues who managed to passed through the roaming team.

      "U-Uhm," I observe him and he seems to be hiding something. Also the air was filled with the smell of arousal, I just don't know if that was mine...or his.