She's becoming mine. Finally, truly mine.
"Alpha," she whimpers, and the title sounds like prayer. Her pussy clenches visibly, gushing more slick that runs down her thighs in glistening streams. "Please. I've been good. I've been so good."
The desperate hope in her voice nearly breaks my control. She's offering everything—complete submission, total surrender—and asking only that I end her suffering in return.
"Have you?" I move closer, drinking in the sight of her complete capitulation. "Because good girls don't fight their heat for three days."
"I'm sorry." Tears stream down her face, but she doesn't change position. She's learned better than to move without permission, learned that her comfort depends entirely on my approval. "I'm sorry I fought it. I'm sorry I was bad. Just please?—"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me," she sobs. "Please make it stop hurting. I need you inside me."
The desperate honesty in her voice nearly breaks my control. She doesn't even know what she's asking for, doesn't understand the full scope of what claiming means for her kind. But her body knows. Her omega nature recognizes what it needs even if her mind hasn't caught up.
"Look at me," I command.
She turns in her nest, finally facing me fully. The sight of her takes my breath away—naked and flushed, silver streaks gleaming in her auburn hair, those brown eyes now flecked withice blue. Her breasts are swollen and sensitive, nipples dark and peaked. Between her legs, she's visibly wet, her folds glistening with the slick her body has been producing for days.
"You want me to claim you," I say, beginning to remove my leather vest. "But you don't even know what that means."
Her eyes track my movements hungrily. When I pull the vest over my head, revealing my pale chest with its network of ice-crystal scars, she lets out a soft sound of want.
"You're beautiful," she whispers, and the awe in her voice makes something warm unfurl in my chest.
I continue undressing slowly, letting her watch. The leather pants follow, and when I'm finally naked before her, her reaction is everything I hoped for.
Her eyes go wide, fixed on my anatomy. Not one cock, but two—the larger one thick and ridged with crystalline formations, already hard and weeping with arousal. Above it, the second shaft is more slender but longer, designed for different pleasures entirely.
"I don't understand," she breathes, her gaze darting between them. "How do you...?"
"Frost Court anatomy," I explain, moving closer to her nest. "We're built to claim our mates completely. To fill them in ways human males never could."
She reaches out tentatively, then stops. "May I...?"
The question makes both my cocks throb with want. "Touch me."
Her fingers are fever-hot against my cold skin when she finally makes contact. She traces the ridges along my primary shaft first, marveling at the ice-crystal formations that pulse with inner light at her touch.
"They're warm," she says in wonder. "I expected them to be cold like the rest of you."
"Arousal warms them," I tell her, fighting to keep my voice steady as she explores. "They'll be perfect temperature for you."
She grows bolder, wrapping her small hand around my girth. I'm too thick for her fingers to meet, and the realization makes her breath catch.
"Will it hurt?" she asks, but there's no fear in her voice. Only anticipation.
"At first," I admit. "But your body is designed for this. Made to take an alpha's claim."
She nods, then surprises me by leaning forward to press her lips to my chest. The contact sends electricity through my entire body—her mouth hot and soft against my ice-marked skin.
"I want to please you," she murmurs against my collarbone. "Tell me how."
The trust in her voice, the complete surrender, nearly undoes me. But I force myself to remain in control. She needs preparation, care, patience—even though every instinct screams at me to claim her immediately.
"Lie back," I command gently, climbing into her nest.
She settles among the silk and furs, and I position myself beside her. My hands map her body slowly—tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
