"Since the moment you left." Pain flickers across his face. "I could feel it through the connection. You growing weaker, your magic consuming itself trying to find its other half."
The admission hangs between us. He felt me dying for weeks and did nothing, letting biology force me back.
"You could have come for me," I point out.
"Yes."
"But you didn't."
"No." His arms tighten around me. "Because I needed you to choose. Even if the choice was forced by necessity."
"And if I'd died instead?"
He's quiet for a long moment. "Then I would have followed you. A bond this deep doesn't survive the loss of its other half."
The raw honesty cuts through my anger. He's as trapped as I am, just differently.
"We're both fucked, aren't we?" I say finally.
"Completely," he agrees with dark humor.
Fresh arousal begins building in my core. The brief respite is ending, my heat demanding more. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching for his cocks.
"Alpha," I whisper, my hips shifting restlessly.
"I know." His voice roughens with renewed desire. "Your heat isn't satisfied yet."
"Need you again," I breathe. "Need your knots inside me."
"Such a perfect omega," he praises, rolling us so I'm beneath him. "Always so eager for more."
But before he can position himself, I push against his chest. "Wait. Let me."
Something shifts in his expression—surprise, then understanding, then fierce approval. "Show me," he growls, settling back. "Show me how my omega takes what she needs."
I straddle his hips, feeling powerful for the first time since returning. Both his cocks stand erect beneath me, and I take a moment to appreciate them—pale and beautiful and mine.
"Such a magnificent sight," he murmurs, his hands settling on my hips. "My omega taking control."
I position myself over him, feeling both heads pressing against my entrances. This angle puts me in control, lets me set the pace. The thought is intoxicating.
"Yes," I breathe as I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. "I want to ride you. Want to take your knots at my own pace."
The stretch is incredible from this position. Both cocks fill me completely as I settle onto his hips. But instead of being overwhelmed, I feel powerful. Like I'm claiming him as much as he's claiming me.
"Perfect," he groans. "So fucking perfect."
I begin to move, setting my own rhythm. Rising until only the heads remain, then sinking back down. The ice-crystal ridges drag against my inner walls with each movement, creating friction that has me gasping.
"That's it," he encourages. "Take what you need, sweet omega. Use your alpha however you want."
The permission is intoxicating. I ride him harder, faster, chasing my pleasure. From this angle, I control exactly how deep he goes, exactly where those ridges hit.
"Alpha," I gasp as my movements become desperate. "I'm going to?—"
"Come for me," he commands, one hand cupping my breast while the other finds my clit. "Come on my cocks while I watch."
The dual stimulation shatters my control. I throw my head back and scream as orgasm crashes through me. The sensation of coming while on top, while in control, is different—more intense somehow, more mine.
