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His company had mandated that all legal omegas get the proper marking--a tattoo picked out of a catalogue the be permanently inked on their lower stomach.
The swirling marks were pretty--if you didn’t know what they stood for. All the different designs held some magical sway and meaning. They could be combined into intricate, swirling masterpieces, each magical binding overlapping on each other to create a thrall on its host.
Max had chosen one that he thought was the most manageable.
He was a plain looking omega. Sure, he had had flings here and there, mostly in college when his heats came hot and frequent and so did he, but as he mellowed into adulthood and a career and a boring desk job, his sex drive had mellowed too.
He could satisfy his heats in private and while it was fun rub elbows with alphas and cock tease them in the club, Max was content to be alone.
The subtle twisting lines that had been tattooed on his stomach were simple--if someone stared at him with sexual interest, he would feel proportional arousal.