It was almost worse, feeling his fingers curl at his command, his hips twitching under the weight of the alpha sitting over his knees—nothing he could have dislodged regardless of the magic, but something he would have fought, to the death if that’s what it took. The alpha looked up into his eyes and then Liam felt his sack being lifted carefully but without ceremony. His range of movement was more than enough for him to flinch at the intimate contact, enough for a little whimper to escape as the alpha’s index found his puckered hole. Pure, instinctive terror, spilling over like something inside him had broken open. He pressed his lips together, trying to hold it back.
“You are untouched,” the alpha said and he sounded fucking reverent. “There are some nasty rumours about you, but I guess you have left them wanting, haven’t you?”
And Liam found himself showing his teeth, completely uselessly, it was all bravado and he had nothing to back it up with, but it came forth anyway, impossible to hold back.
The alpha laughed and told him, “You may speak.”
The shock of it made him choke for a moment as the force holding his words back dissipated. “Let me go,” he demanded, and he has shaking now, his whole body readying itself for flight. Or fight. He’d never make it, but he’d be glad to die trying.
He should have gone sooner, he realised. Just fucked off somewhere remote. But he hadn’t been able to make himself abandon his family, his land. He hated the Moon for what it’d done to his body, but he still needed her too.
The alpha shook his head. “I caught you fairly, didn’t I?” he asked. His hands had gone still, but he hadn’t released his handful.
“Fairly?” Liam repeated. “I didn’t have a choice!”
Any unmated omega had to run during the high summer Full Moon. Once a year, they had to open themselves up to the possibility of a mate worthy of them; except that worthiness was judged by fucking chance and the ability of said mate to catch them. Maybe it’d been a great strategy when omegas had depended on alphas who’d been able to hunt enough to feed them and their progeny, but it was less than useless now. Liam had a flat in town and a good paying job, the last thing he needed was anyone to hunt for him.
And yet, it was the law of his pack. The law of his land.
“A choice?” The alpha repeated. “You believe you are here in this flesh by accident perhaps?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Ah, I suppose you are that young.”
“Fuck you,” Liam spat. There were tears in his eyes, but he didn’t care. He was in pain, but he wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t bend, no matter what.
The alpha sighed, tutting like he found the insult disappointing instead of offensive. “Not in this lifetime.” He looked, of all things, sad. “I suppose there's nothing for it but show you, if you won’t be reasonable.”
Reasonable? But before he could ask, the alpha’s fingers were poking at his hole again, not hard but enough to send a flash of sensation down his nerve endings that made him gasp. The alpha laughed atop him, sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight and Liam could have torn his throat with his teeth. Except the next poke of fingers went in. Not a lot, just the tip of one, but already a lot more intense than anything he’d managed on his own when he’d given in and touched himself there. It withdrew and it came again... And this time, it didn’t stop, pushing into him like it meant to spear him through and all he could do was shudder and clench around it, the stars under his eyes and the hardness of his own cock a betrayal worst than anything this stranger could do to him.
He was breathing harshly, nearly panting through gritted teeth. He didn’t want this. He didn’t, but he couldn’t seem to open his mouth to say, like those fingers were turning him into a fucking puppet. The second one slid in next to the first, smooth and easy like—
And then they came out and Liam made a noise he didn’t want to think about. Surprise. Just surprise. He opened his eyes, barely aware of where he was; one knee bent over so far he could have kissed it and the other still trapped under the alpha. Spread out wide for the taking, so exposed the alpha could probably see inside him and it was unbearable enough he kicked.
He was caught, easy, with a laugh even, like the bastard was enjoying playing with his food. “Now, look here,” he was told. “Do you see?” The alpha’s thick fingers were coated with his slick, and Liam couldn’t look away even as his face burned with shame. “Your body knows, you just need to learn to listen to it.”
“No,” Liam said and he was crying a little, but fuck pride. “I don’t want this, I don’t—”
“You don’t understand yet,” the alpha interrupted in that fucking condescending tone. “But words won’t change anything. Well, except for true ones. Give me your name.”
Liam startled under him. His name? The alpha had heard rumours about him, so surely he...
“I would prefer not to make it a command,” the alpha told him with insane gentleness, like he was speaking to a recalcitrant child instead of a man he was about to rape.
He was going to have to, though. Liam wasn’t giving him anything. Anything he got would be taken and it wouldn’t be his truly, but stolen.
“Very well,” the older man said at last. “I will take what I’m owed then.”