6 ~ Toy Training 

Heat simmered under my skin like embers refusing to die, making every inch of me restless. Locked in the cage again after the council torment, I paced on all fours as much as the confined space allowed, the gag’s strap chafing my jaw, cuffs rubbing raw circles on my wrists. 

Slick coated my inner thighs in a constant, humiliating drip, my hole clenching around the plug like it begged for more invasion. 

I had never felt this way—waves of warmth crashing through my belly, my shaft stirring at random thoughts of Lucian’s grip, his scent. 

As a virgin Omega, heat was a myth from hushed pack...