In the pulsating heart of the city, beneath the neon glow and the hum of human ignorance, lies a world where the rules of civilization are stripped away, and the raw, primal nature of the beast reigns supreme. This is the underworld of the shifters, where dominant predators stalk their prey, and every shadowed corner whispers of lust, leather, and the intoxicating dance of power. It is into this world that Kit, a soft-spoken, innocent bunny-shifter, stumbles—and finds himself ensnared in the most carnal webs.
Kit wasn’t like the others. He was small and delicate, with hair as soft as the down on a dandelion and eyes that held the wide-eyed wonder of a creature born to be prey. He was an omega, but not just any omega. Kit was a rare breed, a bunny-shifter, born to a line long ago that abandoned the predator clans’ brutal politics. His family had lived for generations in the quiet, green meadows far from the city, where the air was sweet and the nights were peaceful. But Kit yearned for something more, something he couldn’t name. Something that drew him to the city, to the neon lights, and to the danger that prowled beneath them.
It was a chance encounter—or so it seemed. Kit had wandered into the wrong alley, lured by the throb of music and the scent of something wild and enticing. He’d been dancing on the fringes of the underground clubs for weeks, slipping past the bouncers with his soft smile and big eyes, his heart pounding with the thrill of it all. But tonight, he’d gone too far. Tonight, he’d caught the eye of someone who didn’t just see a sweet, innocent face—but a prize to be claimed.
The panther’s name was Razor, and he was everything Kit wasn’t. Hard. Ruthless. Dangerous. He was a king in this shadowed world, a dominant predator who ruled with claws of iron and a gaze that could cut like a blade. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, its scent mingled with the musk of his power, and his black hair was slicked back from a face that was all sharp angles and cruel beauty. When he looked at Kit, it was with the cold, calculating gaze of a hunter who had spotted his next meal.
“You’re new here,” Razor said, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through Kit’s very bones. The panther leaned against the alley wall, his eyes never leaving the smaller shifter. “What’s a little thing like you doing in a place like this?”
Kit’s heart pounded like a drum in his chest, his instincts screaming to run. But there was something else, too—a heat in his belly, a tightness in his jeans that he didn’t quite understand. He’d never felt like this before, this strange mix of fear and excitement, of danger and desire. “I—I was just exploring,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Razor’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “Exploring, huh? And what did you find, little rabbit?”
Kit swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.
The panther chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. “Well, little rabbit,” Razor purred, pushing off the wall and stalking closer, “let me show you.”
Before Kit could react, Razor’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in Kit’s soft hair and gripping tight. Kit gasped, his heart pounding as the panther’s scent enveloped him—all leather, musk, raw, primal power. He was frozen, caught like a rabbit in a snare, as Razor’s other hand trailed down his cheek, throat, and chest, tracing the line of his trembling body.
“You’re a stray, aren’t you?” Razor murmured a low growl that seemed to resonate within Kit’s soul. “No collar, no master. A little lost omega, ripe for the taking.”
Kit’s breath hitched, his eyes wide as he stared at the panther. “I—I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered.
Razor’s smile was a flash of sharp teeth. “You will, little rabbit. You will.”
And with that, Razor tightened his grip on Kit’s hair and tugged him deeper into the shadows, deeper into the underworld that Kit had only glanced at the edges of before. The music from the clubs faded, replaced by the pounding of Kit’s heart and the distant, mingled sounds of growls, moans, and chains clinking.
Razor led him to a heavy door, kicking it open with a loud thud that made Kit jump. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and sex. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light of candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. Kit’s eyes widened as he saw chains hanging from the ceiling, whips and paddles lining the walls, and a large, black leather bed in the center of the room.
Kit trembled, his instincts screaming at him to flee, but his body betrayed him, heat pooling in his belly and his cock twitching despite his fear. Razor chuckled, his breath hot on Kit’s ear. “You like that, little rabbit? The scent of it? The promise of it?”
Kit shook his head, a soft whimper escaping his lips, but Razor laughed a low, dangerous sound. “Your body says otherwise, little one. I can smell your arousal. I can see the way your cock is straining against your jeans.”
With a swift movement, Razor spun Kit around, pushing him back against the wall. The panther’s body pressed against his, hard and unyielding, and Kit could feel the length of Razor’s erection grinding against his hip. He gasped, his eyes meeting Razor’s, and what he saw there made his heart pound even faster—hunger, raw and primal, and possessiveness that stole his breath away.
“You’re mine now, little rabbit,” Razor growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Kit’s very core. “Mine to claim. Mine to train. Mine to fuck.”
And with that, Razor’s mouth crashed down on Kit’s, a brutal, possessive kiss that stole his breath and left him reeling. The panther’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, claiming him, exploring him, owning him. Kit whimpered, his hands fluttering up to Razor’s chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Razor Razor’s hands roamed Kit’s body, rough and demanding, as if he had every right to touch, to take, to claim. His fingers traced the curve of Kit’s spine, the swell of his ass, the bulge of his cock, still trapped in his too-tight jeans. Kit gasped into the kiss, his body arching into Razor’s touch, betraying his desire even as his mind whirled with confusion and fear.
When Razor finally pulled away, Kit was panting, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed. The panther smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. “You taste like innocence, little rabbit,” he murmured, his thumb tracing Kit’s lower lip. “I can’t wait to corrupt you.”
Kit shivered at the words, a thrill of fear and anticipation shooting through him. Razor chuckled, stepping back and pacing around him like a predator circling its prey. “First things first, little one. You need a collar.”
Razor reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim, black leather collar, its silver buckle glinting in the candlelight. Kit’s eyes widened, and his heart pounded as he stared at it. It was a collar—a symbol of ownership, submission, and belonging to someone else.
“No,” Kit whispered, his voice barely audible, even as his body throbbed at the thought.
Razor’s smile was sharp, dangerous. “Not a request, little rabbit. You’re mine, and you’ll wear my collar.”
With a swift movement, Razor circled Kit’s throat with the collar, buckling it tightly in place. Kit gasped, his fingers flying up to touch the leather, his heart pounding. He felt…claimed. Owned. And to his surprise, the feeling sent a wave of heat straight to his cock.
Razor smiled as if he knew precisely what Kit was feeling. “Good boy,” he purred, his fingers tracing the collar line, his touch lingering on the pulse point at Kit’s throat. “Now, let’s see what else you’ll wear for me.”
Razor stepped back, his eyes raking over Kit’s body; a slow, hungry perusal made Kit shiver. “Strip,” the panther commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Kit’s core.
Kit hesitated, his fingers trembling as they hovered at the hem of his shirt. He’d never done this before, never stood naked and vulnerable before anyone, let alone a dominant predator like Razor. But there was something in the panther’s gaze, something hungry and possessive, that made Kit want to obey, want to please.
Slowly, Kit pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, pale chest. His jeans followed, kicked off along with his shoes until he stood before Razor in nothing but his briefs, his cock a stiff, aching length beneath the thin fabric.
Razor’s eyes flared with heat as he took in the sight of Kit, nearly naked and flushed with arousal. “Fuck, little rabbit,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Look at you. So innocent, so pure, so fucking mine.”
With a low growl, Razor stalked closer, his hands reaching out to grip Kit’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Kit gasped, his head falling back as Razor’s mouth found his neck, his teeth scraping against the tender skin. He could feel the hard length of Razor’s cock pressing against him, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric of his briefs. He shivered, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Razor’s teeth nipped at his collarbone, his tongue soothing the sting.
“Razor…” Kit whispered, his voice a breathy moan that seemed to spur the panther on. Razor’s hands moved to cup his ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers dipping between his cheeks to brush against his hole. Kit gasped, his eyes widening at the intimate touch, a shiver of anticipation and fear running through him.
“Shh, little rabbit,” Razor murmured against his skin, his voice a low purr. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.”
His fingers pressed more insistently against Kit’s entrance, circling and teasing, sending waves of pleasure and heat coursing through Kit’s body. He could feel his cock throbbing, leaking precum as it strained against his briefs, begging for release.
Razor chuckled, his breath hot against Kit’s ear. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” he teased, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Kit’s briefs and tugging them down. Kit’s cock sprang free, complex, and flushed, the tip glistening with precum.
Razor’s eyes flared with heat as he took in the sight of Kit, completely naked and exposed before him. “Fuck, little rabbit,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Look at you. So perfect, so fucking mine.”
With a low growl, Razor dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Kit’s hips to hold him steady. Kit gasped, his eyes widening as he looked down at the panther kneeling before him, his heart pounding.
“Razor, what are you—?” he started to ask, but his words dissolved into a moan as Razor’s mouth enveloped his cock, hot, wet, and oh-so-perfect.
Kit’s hands flew to Razor’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the leather of his jacket as the panther’s mouth worked him, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, his lips sucking and stroking. He could feel the vibrations of Razor’s growls, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
“Razor… oh fuck, Razor…” Kit moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as the panther took him deeper, his throat working around the length of his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his belly coiling tighter and tighter, the need for release becoming overwhelming.
But just as he was about to come, Razor pulled away, leaving Kit panting and desperate, his cock throbbing and slick with the panther’s saliva. Kit whimpered, his eyes pleading as he looked down at Razor, who was smirking up at him, his lips swollen and his eyes filled with heat and amusement.
“Not yet, little rabbit,” he purred, his fingers tracing the length of Kit’s cock, teasing and tantalizing. “Not until I say so.”
Kit whimpered again, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Razor chuckled, rising to his feet and pressing a hard, possessive kiss to Kit’s lips.
“Good boy,” he murmured against his mouth. “Now, let ‘s see how that pretty little ass takes my cock.”
Kit’s eyes widened, and a shiver of anticipation and fear ran through him. Razor smirked, turning him around and bending him over the leather bed so his ass was presented and vulnerable. Kit’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he felt Razor’s hands on his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“Razor…” Kit whispered, his voice trembling. He could feel the hard length of Razor’s cock pressing against his entrance, the heat of it searing against his sensitive skin. He tensed, his body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
“Shh, little rabbit,” Razor murmured, his voice a low purr as he leaned over Kit’s back, his chest pressing against him. His hand reached around, his fingers finding Kit’s cock and stroking it gently, teasingly. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
Kit took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force his body to relax, to submit. He could feel Razor’s teeth on his shoulder, biting down gently, a distraction and warning. He gasped, his body tensing, then relaxing as Razor’s cock began to press into him, slow and steady.
There was a sharp, burning pain as Razor breached his entrance, a sensation that made Kit cry out, his fingers clutching at the leather beneath him. But Razor held him steady, his hand on Kit’s cock stroking and soothing, his teeth on his shoulder keeping him grounded.
“Breathe, little rabbit,” Razor murmured, his voice a low growl. “Breathe and take it. Take my cock like a good little omega.”
Kit took a deep, shuddering breath, his body slowly relaxing as Razor’s cock slid deeper, filling him, stretching him. He could feel the burn and the discomfort but also the pleasure, the heat, and its rightness. He moaned, his hips pressing back against Razor, taking him deeper, wanting more.
Razor chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “That’s it, little rabbit. That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good. So tight, so hot, so fucking mine.”
Kit whimpered, his body trembling as Razor began to move, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and heat coursing through him. He could feel his cock throbbing, leaking precum as it rubbed against the leather beneath him.
Razor’s grip on his hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to fuck him in earnest, his thrusts challenging and profound and demanding. Kit could feel his body responding, his hips pushing back to meet each thrust, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Razor… oh fuck, Razor…” Kit moaned, his body trembling as the pressure in his belly coiled tighter and tighter, the need for release becoming overwhelming. He could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure, heat, and tension threatening to consume him.
“Come for me, little rabbit,” Razor growled, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”
With a final, hard thrust, Razor hit that perfect spot inside Kit, sending him over the edge. Kit cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm hit him, waves of pleasure crashing over him, drowning him, consuming him. He could feel his cock pulse.