“Fuck.” He throws his head back, entering me in one hard thrust. My nails claw his back as he fucks me into the sand with rough, deep strokes. Panting for breath and his muscles rippling, his pace quickens, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head as his alpha takes over.
I surrender completely, savoring every slam of his hips and the feral look in his eyes as I let him use me.
“Fuck, this tight cunt belongs to me,” he grunts.
“Yes,” I moan. My tits bounce like crazy as he fucks me like he’s trying to get lost inside me. “Knot me, Damon.”
He roars as he locks into place. His knot inflates and pulses in quick bursts, bringing me straight to climax. I come hard, a gush of slick coating us. While we’re locked, he ruts into me more, intensifying my pleasure. My brain almost separates from my body as he drives into me, totally consumed by this inferno of an orgasm when I do the unthinkable…
I sink my teeth into his neck.
I can’t stop myself. The urge to bite him is too strong. As soon as I break the skin, Damon’s grip tightens on my wrists, and he comes with a guttural roar. It’s a sound I haven’t heard out of a human mouth before. It’s more animalistic, pure pleasure.
His knot pulses so violently that it rocks me to the core. I tremble and moan, crying out his name as orgasm after orgasm crashes over me, each one merging with the last. My toes curl, every nerve ending in my body alight. The sheer pleasure is almost too much to bear.
Damon bares his teeth then pauses, waiting for permission.
“Bite me.” I arch my neck. “Please.”
And he does. The moment his canines sink into me, my entire body implodes. I feel him. I am him. We’re together. One. His emotions slam into me like a truck—pain, worry, bliss … home.
Holy shit.
His body shudders. Being knotted during heat was all-consuming, but this sensation is completely different. It’s like the best orgasm I’ve ever had, but it goes deeper. It completely shatters me. His scent seems to mingle with my own, becoming a part of me. An overwhelming surge of affection, security, and safety rush over me.
The ecstasy doesn’t stop as he continues plowing through the sea of emotions we now swim in together. He’s turned me into a trembling mess, my back arches and whole body bucking from exertion. My slick puddles beneath me until we’re left spent and gasping, knotted together.
“We bonded,” I whisper, stunned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask before I?—”
All along, he’d worried about losing control, but in the moment, it was me. I bit him without permission.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” He props himself up on his elbows, gazing down at me. A feeling of completeness washes over me, like I’ve found a part of myself I didn’t know was missing but now could never live without. “That was the best moment of my life.”
“We’re tied together forever.” Anxiety tries to break past my euphoria as the gravity of the situation sinks in. “What if you regret it?”
“Regret it?” He strokes the fresh bite mark on my neck, making my pussy squeeze his knot even tighter. “You’re my omega, Faye. My scent match. We were inevitable.”
“I lost control,” I murmur, eying the bright red mark on his neck. Unable to hold it back, my mind spirals with worry. “Is that how you wanted it to be? You didn’t want to have a ceremony or?—”
“Hey!” He licks my bond mark. “It was everything. You saw me, the real me, and chose me. Since the moment we met, I knew you were going to be mine. Not claiming you and letting you walk away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”
“Really?” I’m stunned that he felt that way, considering he acted like the grumpiest ass ever. “I thought you hated me.”
I’ve never seen him look sheepish, and it’s freaking adorable. “Expressing my feelings isn’t exactly my strong point.”
“Well, that can be our little secret.”
We’re a tangled mess of limbs, still locked together. As our breathing synchronizes, I become aware of a new, weird sensation. I sense Damon’s presence, like he’s flowing through my veins.
“I can feel you,” he murmurs in awe, nuzzling into my neck. “It feels…”
“Weird?”
He chuckles. “I was going to say right.”
Somehow, he already seems different. The storm cloud that usually follows him everywhere is still there, but there’s some sun peeking through the darkness.
He pushes hair off my face. “As much as I want to stay knotted in you forever, I can’t let you get cold, omega. The temperature’s dropping.”
