"Such a good omega," he growls against my throat. "Asking so pretty for what you need."
His praise sends another wave of heat through me, but this time it's the good kind. The kind that makes me feel complete instead of empty.
He positions himself at my entrance, both cocks lined up and ready. The stretch is incredible as he pushes inside, filling me completely. Every ridge drags against my oversensitive walls, making me cry out with pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
"Perfect," he groans as he bottoms out inside me. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well while you're carrying my children."
The breeding talk makes me clench around him, another gush of slick easing his way. He starts to move, slow and deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
"More," I beg, nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder. Please, Alpha."
He obliges, hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin against skin fills the chamber, mixing with our gasps and moans.
"Love watching you like this," he growls, pace increasing. "My pregnant omega in heat, begging for my cocks."
"Yes," I cry out, feeling my release building. "Your omega. Only yours."
When the orgasm hits, it's devastating. I scream his name as pleasure tears through me, pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. The sensation triggers his own release, knots swelling to lock us together as he empties himself inside me.
Hours later, I'm finally coherent enough to think. We're knotted together again, his seed warm inside me, our children safe between us.
"Better?" he asks, voice gentle.
"For now." I know it's temporary. Can already feel the heat building again at the edges of my consciousness. "How long will this last?"
"Until the babies decide it's finished. Could be days."
The thought should terrify me. Instead, it sends another spike of arousal through my exhausted body.
"Will you stay with me?"
"Try to make me leave." His arms tighten around me. "My pregnant omega in heat? I'm not going anywhere."
A soft knock interrupts the moment.
"Ignore it," I whisper, but Aratus is already tensing.
"Your Majesty," comes a servant's nervous voice through the door. "Message from the Vine Court."
Aratus sighs. "What is it?"
"Prince Thorian sends word that he's identified his omega. He's asking for advice on the claiming."
My heat-fogged mind tries to process this. Another court. Another woman about to face what I faced.
"Tell him we'll send our response tomorrow," Aratus calls back.
When the footsteps fade, I look up at him. "The next bond."
"Not our concern right now." His hands stroke over my skin, already building the heat again. "My omega in heat takes priority over court politics."
"But she's going to go through what I did."
"She'll adapt. They always do." His voice is matter-of-fact. "The prophecy continues."
The casual certainty should bother me. Instead, I find myself accepting it. The bonds have to happen. Other women will be claimed. It's simply how this works.
"Will it be like ours?" I ask.
