Only the moonlight shadows lightened the streets that night. It was dark for the most part and Lucien’s neighborhood had particular fame for being dangerous. That didn’t seem to intimidate one particular sheep though as Lucien’s eyes fixated on him, making sure he knew exactly when he should step in. He couldn’t blow this opportunity. Being an Alpha gave him particular strength that he knew he could use against a defenseless little omega. The boy looked so delicate, so young. The exact same type he wanted to corrupt and make his.
As Ollie walked down the street, Lucien was silent while approaching behind him and suddenly his strong arms wrapped around him, giving him nowhere to go, nowhere to turn to. A wolfish laugh left his mouth as he tightened his grip around the boy, watching as he squirmed, struggled against his muscular arms, but they would not let go. It was easy to manhandle an omega like him. “What a treat we have here, I can smell it on you... a little Omega walking down the streets at this time? Not too wise.” He kept a grip on him and slowly pressed him against the wall firmly. His warm breath hit the boy’s neck in anticipation of what was going to happen.
The sound of his zipper going down was enough alert before a fat, veiny cock was pulled from the Alpha’s tight pants. “Struggle all you want, you can do nothing against an Alpha, you know what your nature is and so you will submit to me.” He demanded, bringing the boy to his knees with force before pressing his crotch up against his face. “Open up, whore.”