He's possessive even in this—even when giving me pleasure, he's taking ownership of it. The thought should bother me, but instead it makes me wetter.
His tongue finds my clit and attacks it with ruthless precision, learning quickly what makes me cry out. His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight, holding me in place as his mouth works magic I've never experienced.
Through the bond, I feel the preservation magic continuing to shift. The rigid structures that archived every sensation, that turned my pleasure into documentation, are becoming something softer. Something that feels less like surveillance and more like... sharing. He's giving me choice in how the magic touches me, letting it record without forcing.
"You taste like fucking heaven," he growls, his tongue delving deeper. "Like winter and honey and everything I've been craving. I could eat this cunt for hours and still want more."
His words are crude, commanding, but that makes them hotter. He's not performing some practiced seduction—he's genuinely lost in the act of devouring me, taking what he wants while somehow giving me exactly what I need.
When his tongue penetrates my entrance, I cry out, my body clenching around the intrusion. It's not enough—not nearly enough compared to his cocks—but the dominance of it breaks something open inside my chest.
"I've never—" I gasp, unable to finish the sentence as pleasure builds. "No one's ever?—"
"Good," he snarls, returning his attention to my clit with renewed aggression. "No one else ever will. I'm the only one who gets to taste you like this. The only one who'll ever make you scream from oral pleasure."
The possessive declaration combined with his relentless tongue pushes me closer to the edge. My legs start trembling, barely able to support my weight as sensation builds to an unbearable peak.
"Alpha," I whimper, my grip on his hair tightening. "I'm going to—I can't?—"
"Come on my fucking tongue," he commands, the authority in his voice absolute even as he's on his knees. "Come for your alpha. Show me how good I make this needy little pussy feel."
The orgasm crashes through me with devastating force. I scream his name, my whole body shaking as pleasure rips through every nerve. My legs give out completely, and only his bruising grip on my hips keeps me from collapsing.
He works me through it ruthlessly, his tongue not stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I'm sobbing with oversensitivity.
"Perfect," he growls, finally pulling back. His lips are glistening with my slick, and the savage satisfaction in his expression sends fresh heat through my system. "You taste even better when you come. And that's the last gentle thing you're getting from me tonight."
Before I can catch my breath, he rises and hauls me to the bed with rough hands. The tenderness of oral worship evaporates completely as he throws me onto the silk sheets and positions me on hands and knees with commanding force.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," he snarls, and there's nothing but primal alpha in his voice now. "Going to take what's mine and remind you exactly why you crawled back to me. You want gentle? You should have stayed in the human world. Here, youget claimed the way an omega should be—hard, rough, and completely."
My back arches automatically, presenting for him. My body remembers exactly how to invite his claiming, hips tilting to display my soaked pussy and the tight entrance behind it. But I'm still trembling from the orgasm, oversensitive and vulnerable in a way that makes the anticipation even more intense.
"Perfect," he breathes, and there's raw possession in every syllable. "Look how beautifully you present for your alpha. How eagerly your body remembers who owns it."
His fingers slide through my slick, testing my readiness, and I whimper at the contact. "Fucking soaked," he observes with savage satisfaction. "This pussy knows exactly who it belongs to, doesn't it? Knows it was made for my cocks and nothing else."
"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against his hand. "Please, Alpha. I need your cocks inside me. Need to feel full again."
"Beg," he commands, his fingers teasing both my entrances with maddening lightness. "Beg your alpha to split you open and breed you like the desperate little omega you are."
Pride tries to surface, but the heat burns it away. "Please fuck me with both your cocks," I beg, my voice breaking with desperation. "Fill my pussy and my ass at the same time. Stretch me open until I can't think about anything but being yours. Knot me and breed me and make me remember why I came back."
"That's right," he snarls with dark satisfaction. "You're mine. Every hole, every moan, every fucking breath belongs to me. And I'm going to prove it."
He positions himself behind me, both cock heads pressing against my entrances with bruising force. The familiar pressure makes me shake with anticipation and residual tremors from my oral orgasm.
"Look at you, still shaking from coming on my tongue," he growls with savage approval. "And now you're going to shake even harder when I knot you. Tell me again that you're mine."
"I'm yours," I sob, trying to push back onto his cocks. "Your omega. Your mate. Yours to use however you want."
He slams forward without warning, burying both cocks to the hilt in one brutal thrust that has me screaming into the silk sheets. The stretch is overwhelming, especially with my body still oversensitive from the oral orgasm. The ridged texture of his shafts drags against my inner walls, the ice crystal bumps hitting spots that make stars explode behind my eyes.
"Fuck yes," he snarls, his grip on my hips bruising as he holds me in place. "This is where you belong. Stuffed full of my cocks, unable to think about anything but taking what I give you. Your body was made for this—made to be split open and bred by your alpha."
He doesn't give me a second to adjust, immediately setting a punishing rhythm that has me clawing at the sheets. Each thrust drives deeper, harder, claiming me with ruthless dominance. I can feel his need through the bond—weeks of suffering, weeks of feeling me slip away, and now the violent relief of having me back where I belong, where I'll never escape again.
"This is what you needed," he growls, one hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck and push my face into the pillows. "Not freedom. Not choice. This. My cocks owning every inch of you. My knots locking you in place. My seed flooding your womb until you're carrying my heir."
