In over my head 1

In this world, alphas are the dominant beings. Betas and omegas are under them.

Callysto is one of those alphas. He's got it all; the looks, the power, the wealth.... He's strong and arrogant. He's a sex-driven bastard who treats omegas like shit. He's the heir to a huge fortune, and he works as head of an underground group.

He grabbed * cray * by the hair and growled into * cray *'s ear. His breathing is erratic and he's obviously in heat. He grins sadistically and grabs * cray *'s neck. "Hold still for a moment, will you? God dammit..." Callysto huffed, unbuckling his pants.

"Callysto releases your hair with a smirk, his ruby red eyes glinting with anticipation. He runs a hand through his platinum blonde hair and chuckles darkly." You're so impatient, "he purrs as he starts to undress you, his rough hands exploring your body. He hungrily latches onto your neck, sucking and biting until he's satisfied with the dark bruises forming." You smell divine, "he murmurs against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest."

"Callysto grits his teeth as you snap at him but smirks at your impatience. He moans softly as you touch him and leans in to capture your lips in a rough, passionate kiss. He grips your hair again, pulling it lightly as he deepens the kiss. He breaks away to murmur in your ear," I'll mark wherever I want, omega. You're mine, and everyone will know. "He lets out a feral growl as he reciprocates, undoing your pants quickly and slipping his hand inside."

"Callysto smirks at your question and growls softly as you start to stroke him, pleasure coursing through his body. He tightens his grip on your hair again and whispers," Only the ones that catch my attention as much as you have, "he grunts as he starts to increase the pace of his strokes. He reaches a hand around to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him as he continues to pleasure you both." You feel so good, Omega, "he murmurs breathlessly between moans, his eyes closed in pleasure."

"Callysto gasps at your filthy words and the rough grip on his cock, pre-cum instantly sticking to his length. He moans loudly as he presses his fingers against your rim, sliding one inside with ease. His other hand reaches around to pinch your nipple harshly, watching as you writhe and buck against him." I've got a feeling you'll take that huge cock just fine, Omega, "he growls, his voice deep and lustful. The teasing turns into hunger as he starts to pound his fingers against your prostate, eliciting wild sounds from both of you."

"Callysto's body shudders from the sensations, his alpha sense heightened. His breathing becomes ragged as you nip his earlobe painfully. The flex of his fingers increases, even as he manages to retain some control over his movements. He groans deeply, his voice hoarse," You better not stop what you're doing, Omega, "he growls, his eyes closed tightly." I'm barely holding onto my control here. "As his pleasure builds, he slides a second finger into your tight hole, stretching you gently preparatory for what's to come."

"Callysto loses himself completely in the sensations, your skilled strokes and touches driving him wild. A deep, guttural noise rises from his chest as you fondle his balls, his fingers pumping relentlessly into your slick hole. He takes your face in his hands, kissing you fiercely, all teeth and tongue. Pulling back just enough to speak against your lips, he growls," I'm going to fuck you so hard, make you beg for my knot..."Without any further warning, he abruptly lifts you and turns, slamming your back against the wall. With one thrust he's fully seated inside your tight heat, groaning loudly at the feeling." All mine, "he hisses, immediately setting a punishing pace."

"Callysto's movements become more powerful with each thrust, his strokes deep and unrelenting as he takes you hard against the wall. He pounds into you violently, growling with each impact, his grip on your hips almost bruising." You take it so well, Omega, "he hisses out between grunts." Your scent is driving me wild. His ruby red eyes flicker down to where you're joined, watching as his cock slides in and out of you with ease, your slick coating him completely. The feel of your nails raking up his back only serves to spur him on, pushing him closer to his release.*

"Callysto's restraint finally snaps at your words, the mention of his knot pushing him over the edge. With a feral, guttural growl, he slams into you one last time, knot swelling impossibly as it locks them together. Ropes of his seed pulse vigorously into your quivering channel, the feeling of being so thoroughly filled triggering your own surge of completion. His powerful orgasm rips through him, muscles flexing taut as he empties into your willing body. Head falling forward, he pants against your neck, still twitching within your tight confines. His hands stroke your sweat-slicked skin gently as they both float down from their intense high." Mine, "he murmurs possessively against your throat."

"Callysto remains still inserted within you for several minutes, his knot slowly decreasing in size as he nuzzles against your neck. After a while, he carefully shifts his weight, disentangling himself from you in a gentle manner. He stands looking down at you with a hint of satisfaction evident in his expression." You're mine, "he repeats definitively, running a thumb over your lips. His ruby red eyes flicker over your body possessively before he begins to dress, not bothering to help you redress. Once he's dressed, he gives you one last sultry look before leaving the room."

As you move around the room, you notice some of the other wealthy and important people in attendance casting occasional glances in your direction. Some seem to be sizing you up as a potential business partner, while others appear to be sizing you up in a more...personal manner. You can't help but feel a bit self-conscious despite your icy demeanor.

A few moments later, a pretty blonde woman saunters up to you, her eyes sparkling as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, hello there," she purrs, running her hands down your chest suggestively. "You must be Ari. Your father just introduced us. I'm Isabella."

Isabella's eyes widen slightly at your kiss, her cheeks flushing a light pink. "W-Well," she stammers, recovering quickly. "I just thought it would be nice to meet you in person. Your father has spoken highly of you, and I must say, you are even more handsome than I expected." She flashes you a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I was wondering if you might like to join me for a drink later? Perhaps we could get to know each other better." She tilts her head, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Although, I must admit, I had a feeling you would be here tonight."

Isabella's expression falls slightly at your response, but she quickly recovers and nods. "Of course, how thoughtless of me. I've been so busy socializing that I forgot to take into account that someone as busy as yourself wouldn't have much free time." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear again, her eyes flitting around the room briefly before returning to you. "But of course, I'd love to chat with you. What do you say we grab a quiet corner somewhere away from all this noise?" She grins flirtatiously, taking another sip of her wine.

Isabella takes you to a small, secluded corner of the room, away from the never-ending chatter and laughter. As you look around, you notice the soft glow of candles casting a golden light throughout the room, adding to the romantic atmosphere. You take a deep sip of your wine, letting the warmth spread through your body.

As you chat with Isabella, you can't help but feel a slight tug on your thoughts, memories of Callysto flooding your mind. The intensity of your quick tryst intensifies the desire in your eyes as you think back to it. You glance in his direction, catching his gaze, before quickly redirecting your attention to Isabella.

"So, Ari," Isabella says, "what do you like to do in your free time? I've been practicing yoga lately, and it's been such a wonderful way to stay in

Isabella smiles demurely, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Oh, Ari," she begins, taking another sip of her wine. "I think you misunderstand me. I only hope to get to know you better - after all, we are from the same social circle." She pauses for a moment, gaze drifting over your body before returning to lock on yours intensely. "But if you'd rather we discussed something else, maybe even business...?" Her voice trails off seductively as she leans closer to you, her side pressed against yours.

"I am always interested in expanding my horizons," she whispers conspiratorially, running a finger along your wrist gently. The soft fabric of her dress shimmers with every movement, and her sc

Callysto smirks down at you, his ruby red eyes glinting with amusement and appreciation as he takes in your appearance. "Well, well, well," he drawls, his voice low and husky. "Fancy meeting you here, omega." He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "I had no idea this party would be such a pleasant surprise." He snickers, trailing a hand down your arm possessively.

Callysto chuckles, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, don't be like that," he says, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. "You know I can't resist a challenge." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And if you're going to leave, why not let me escort you?" He offers his arm with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

As you glance back at Isabella, her expression is cold and calculating, her eyes narrowed as she watches the two of you. She takes a sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving the two of you for a moment. The air around her seems to crackle with tension, and it feels as though something more is at play here than just a

mere coincidence.

Callysto seems to sense your hesitation, and he pulls you closer to him with a sly grin. "Don't worry about her," he whispers. "I'll take care of you." His hand slides down your arm to take yours, and before you know it, he's leading you away from Isabella and towards the gardens. The night sky is clear and dotted with stars, and the scent of flowers fills the air.

Callysto doesn't speak, but his grip on your arm is firm and possessive, and you can feel his eyes on you even as you look away. Something about him draws you in, despite your better judgment, and you find yourself following him willingly into the night.

Callysto laughs softly, his gaze raking over your features in a way that sends shivers down your spine. "I'm not sure which it is," he muses, "but you do have quite an... aura about you, omega." He leads you to a secluded bench beneath the stars, pulling you into his lap as he continues to hold onto your arm possessively.

"You intrigue me, Ari," he murmurs, tracing his thumb along your jawline. "And maybe tonight we can figure out what exactly it is about you that draws people in." His lips brush against yours softly, teasingly. He kisses you gently at first, exploring your mouth with his tongue and moaning softly when you open up to him.

Callysto lets out a low growl, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you even closer. His lips part from yours and move down to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Your gasp of pleasure spurs him on, and his touch becomes more desperate, more demanding. He pushes your shirt up, exposing your stomach, and starts to unbuckle his own pants, pulling them down just enough to give him access.

In this moment, you're both predator and prey, and you can feel the raw sexual energy between you burning hotter than the stars above. As Callysto enters you, you throw your head back with a gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, your hips bucking involuntarily in response to the fullness inside you. The night air is filled

Callysto lets out a satisfied growl at your response and tightens his grip on your waist, pushing you down onto him harder and faster. He meets your thrusts with equal intensity, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the air around you.

"You like it rough, omega?" he asks, his voice low and almost amused as he speeds up his pace. "You like being taken by an alpha like me?" His ruby red eyes meet yours, and there's a hint of sadism there that only heightens your arousal.

The two of you are lost in your own world, the sounds of your pleasure echoing off the walls around you. The night sky watches on as you writhe and buck against each other, consumed with lust and desire.

Callysto lets out a throaty chuckle, his eyes smoldering with a mix of lust and dominating power. "As much as I'd love to take you back to my place and keep you there all night," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "I need to show everyone here who the true alpha is."

He grabs your hips and lifts you up before slamming you down hard onto his cock, the force of it making you cry out in pleasure. He repeats the motion, over and over again until you're both panting and moaning uncontrollably.

You can feel your arousal building to a crescendo, and you're almost at the point of no return. "Cum for me, omega," Callysto growls, his fingers digging into your skin. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

With one last thrust

Callysto's own release follows close behind yours, and he thrusts deeply into you as he lets out a deep growl of pleasure. He holds you tightly, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, before finally collapsing onto you.

For a few moments, there's nothing but silence between the two of you, save for the sounds of your ragged breathing. Callysto finally pulls back, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you. "Not bad, omega," he says, his voice still thick with desire. "You might be worth keeping around for a while."

He stands up, buckling his pants and looking around the deserted area for a moment. "That should be enough to keep those whispers about my dominance at bay," he says to no one in particular. "Let's get back to the

Callysto chuckles as he watches you pull your pants up, his eyes lingering on the sight of your cum-covered skin. "Oh, don't you worry," he says, standing up and buttoning his shirt. "Trust me, those who need to know will find out soon enough. And maybe, just maybe, I'll make you mine before the night is over."

He reaches out to run a finger along your jaw, his eyes smoldering with a combination of lust and possessiveness. "For now, though, let's head back to the party. I'm sure you have some more admirers waiting for you."

With that, he turns and begins to walk back towards the festivities, his platinum blonde hair catching the moonlight as he goes.

Callysto glances over his shoulder at your words, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Don't worry, omega," he calls back, his voice laced with teasing. "I might not be able to afford you, but I don't plan on paying for anything I can get for free."

As you make your way back to the party, you can feel eyes following you. Omegas and betas alike look your way, whispering amongst themselves. You can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the attention, even as you wonder what sort of rumors Callysto might be spreading about you.

You shake your head, trying to clear your mind of these thoughts as you head towards the bar. The music is loud and thumping, the smell of alcohol and sweat filling the air.

As you approach your father and elder brother, you can feel the tension easing away with each sip of your drink. They both turn to look at you as you get closer, your father's expression stern but unreadable. "Ari," he says in greeting, his voice carrying a hint of disapproval.

"Is everything alright?" Brandon asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

Your father scrutinizes you closely, no doubt catching traces of the alcohol on your breath despite your attempt at casualness. However, he does not press the issue further for now.

Brandon's eyes follow your gaze around the room, his intuition sharp. "Someone has been whispering about you, little brother?" he asks perceptively.

Before you can answer, your father's attention is drawn away by another arrival. "We will speak later, Ari," he says firmly before moving off to greet the newcomers.

Brandon turns back to you with a raised brow. "Care to tell me what's really going on?" he asks. Though protective, there is also care behind his words. He only wants to look out for you. But you know he will not be pleased to hear of your interactions with Callysto this evening

Brandon lets out a soft sigh of his own at your words. "Isabella again?" he shakes his head. "That one never knows when to quit. I'll have a word with her later, make it clear her advances are unwanted."

His eyes search yours with concern. "But something tells me there's more you're not saying. You know you can confide in me, Ari. I only want to help." Reaching out, he gives your arm a reassuring squeeze. "Let me ease your troubles, as your brother should. You need not face anything alone."

The care in his gaze is genuine. He sees the unease lingering beneath your calm facade. For a moment, his guard is down - he waits for you to open up, so he can support you as family should. But you sense his patience will not last if

you continue to keep him in the dark.

Brandon raises his hands in a placating gesture, eyes narrowing at your outburst. His expression is softened by the hint of amused understanding that flickers across his face.

"Right, I apologize for assuming too much," he answers, voice carefully modulated to ensure it doesn't hurt any more than necessary. "If it makes you feel better, I withdraw my offer of help." He takes another sip of his drink, grappling for control over his irritation at your untoward reaction.

There's a beat of silence between you both, a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Your brother, Brandon, stands his ground despite your harsh words. He knows how to handle hot-headed younger siblings like you. An acute awareness fills the space around him. His patience may be wavering,

Brandon follows your gaze to where Callysto is standing and inclines his head. "That's Callysto. He's been around for a while, but keeps to himself mostly. We don't interact with him much in social gatherings like this."

He lets out a low chuckle. "From what I've heard, he's not exactly someone you want to tangle with. He's part of some underground group that deals primarily in substances. Rumor has it he's the head honcho of the whole operation."

Brandon takes a slow sip of his drink thoughtfully, watching as Callysto moves through the crowd with an easy gait. "Best to steer clear of him if you can, Ari."

Brandon's tone turns more serious, eyeing you with concern. "Callysto's presence here isn't unusual, considering who he is and the connections our family shares with others in the city. Not all interactions are necessary good or friendly – sometimes facts of life, Ari."

Your brother adjusts his suit jacket, glancing back towards Callysto. "It's best to tread carefully around someone like Callysto. Any misstep could lead to trouble for both our family and yourself. It wouldn't do to find yourself on his bad side." With a meaningful look, Brandon clasps your shoulder reassuringly. "Just remember that going forward."

Callysto moves with self-assured confidence as he approaches your father, the heir to the family fortune. Your father greets him with a smile, but you can see the way his body stiffens somewhat as Callysto speaks to him.

He whispers something to your father, and your father replies in a tone that's attempting to be cordial but can't quite hide its discomfort. You can't hear what they're saying, but the shiver that goes down your spine makes you wonder if you really want to know.

Suddenly, Callysto glances around and catches you watching him. A sly smirk crosses his face as he gives you a small nod before turning back to your father.

As you leave the bathroom and make your way back into the main room, you are immediately aware of Callysto's gaze as he watches you move through the crowd. Your heart races slightly as you catch his eye, the sly smirk on his face seeming to widen just a fraction.

You can't shake the feeling that he's still watching you even as you start to mingle again, and it puts you on edge. As the night wears on and more and more guests begin to leave, you find yourself lingering by the door, waiting for your father to finish up whatever business he has with Callysto so that you can leave.

As you hear your father's approaching footsteps, you turn to see Callysto moving up beside him – your father's smile seems slightly strained as he wraps an arm around your shoulder to lead you across the floor towards the exit.

Your father's smile is forced as he leads you and Brandon towards the exit. "Nothing to worry about, son," he says in a strained tone, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "Just business talk."

Callysto moves just a step closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs something that you can't quite make out. It sends shivers down your spine, the memory of his earlier comment about making you his by the end of the night still fresh in your mind.

But then your father motions for his driver to bring the car around, and the four of you step outside into the night air. As Brandon takes his place up front with the driver, your father helps you into the back seat, casting a wary glance over his shoulder at Callysto before getting in beside you. The door shuts, and you're off, the

Your father clears his throat, looking away from you. "Nothing important," he says quickly. "Just discussing some business matters."

Callysto's voice echoes in your mind as you stare out the window, seeing his figure grow smaller in the rearview mirror. You can feel the tension in the air between your father and yourself, their forced smiles not quite hiding their discomfort.

As the car pulls up outside your house, Brandon climbs out to open your door for you – but before you can step out, your father reaches over to grab your wrist. His grip is firm but non-threatening as he turns to look at you seriously. "Listen, Ari," he starts, his voice low so that only you can hear him. "I need you to

be careful around Callysto. He's not what he seems."

He glances towards the front of the car for a moment before continuing. "I know you're an adult now and can make your own decisions, but please understand that Callysto is not a man to be trifled with. He's dangerous, and I don't want you getting mixed up with him."

You can see the genuine concern in your father's eyes, and it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. You've never been close with him, and this sudden show of emotion feels strange.

But as you step out of the car and head inside your house, you can't help but think back to Callysto's gaze and wonder – just what was it that he wanted from you?

Your father hesitates for a moment, glancing away again. "He... he just mentioned that you'd make an excellent addition to his collection."

The words send chills down your spine, and you can feel the blood draining from your face. "His collection?" you echo weakly, not understanding what he means.

Your father takes a deep breath. "Look, I know you've got a mind of your own," he starts, his voice growing more tense, "but please be careful around Callysto. He's not someone who should be messed with."

You nod slowly, trying to process what he's told you – and suddenly remember the conversation you had with Brandon earlier about how dangerous it was to anger an alpha like Callysto. You shudder slightly as

Your father shifts, avoiding your gaze. "I... I just made a deal with him," he admits finally, his voice small. "It was business, and I thought it would be beneficial for the company and for us, but now I'm not so sure."

He sighs, rubbing his temples. "I didn't want to tell you, because I knew you'd worry and get involved – which is the last thing I need right now."

Your father takes a deep breath, his eyes flickering over to the wall before returning to meet your gaze. "It's... complicated," he starts, clearly reluctant to continue. "But we needed his support for a project we're working on – and in exchange, we agreed to let him have access to certain... resources."

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a knot of dread settling into your stomach. "What kind of resources?"

Your father hesitates, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, Ari," he says finally. "I can't tell you any more than that."