"And what do you want?" I ask, though my body is already moving over hers, responding to the implicit invitation.
"I want you to use your mouth on me again." The request comes out bold, shameless. "I've been thinking about it since I woke up. How it felt to have your tongue inside me. How no one's ever done that before and now I'm addicted to it."
My cocks throb at her words, but I force myself to consider the request rather than just take what's being offered. "You're sure? Your heat might make the sensation overwhelming."
"Then overwhelm me." Her eyes meet mine with challenge. "Isn't that what alphas do? Push their omegas past what they think they can handle?"
The challenge in her voice trips something primal in me. She's not just submitting—she's daring me to dominate her properly. To take her past her limits because she trusts me to catch her when she breaks.
"Spread wider," I command, settling between her thighs.
She obeys instantly, her legs falling open to display her pussy—already glistening with slick, still slightly swollen from yesterday's claiming. The sight of her so ready, so willing, makes my mouth water.
"Beautiful," I murmur, running my thumbs along her inner thighs. "Look how wet you are already. Your body knows what it wants even when your mind is still forming the words."
"My body's been well-trained," she says, then gasps as I bite her inner thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"Careful," I warn, soothing the bite with my tongue. "That sounded dangerously close to resentment."
"Not resentment." She threads her fingers through my hair, guiding me where she wants. "Acknowledgment. You did trainmy body. Made it crave things I never knew existed. And I'm grateful for it now, even if the process was fucked up."
The honesty in her admission makes the bond pulse between us. She's not pretending the past didn't happen, but she's also not letting it poison our present.
"I'll spend forever making the training worth it," I promise, then seal my mouth over her clit before she can respond.
She cries out, her hips bucking against my face. The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweeter than yesterday, her heat intensifying all her flavors. I grip her hips to hold her still, establishing control even as I pleasure her.
"Alpha," she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Oh fuck, that's?—"
I pull back just enough to speak. "Language, omega."
"You literally just told me to—oh god!" Her protest transforms into a moan as I thrust my tongue inside her entrance, feeling her inner walls clench around the intrusion.
I work her with more confidence than yesterday. Now I know what makes her whimper, what makes her hips try to buck despite my grip. I know the exact pressure on her clit that has her sobbing my name, and the angle to penetrate her that makes her see stars.
"Please," she whimpers after several minutes of relentless attention. "I need—I can't?—"
"You can," I say against her folds. "You're going to come on my tongue again, and then you're going to come on my cocks, and then we're going to see how many more times I can break you before your heat is satisfied."
"That's not fair," she protests weakly.
"I never promised fair." I return my attention to her clit, sucking it between my lips while one hand slides up to pinch her nipple. "I promised complete. Thorough. Overwhelming."
The dual stimulation shatters her. She comes with a scream, her whole body convulsing as I work her through it. But unlike yesterday, I don't stop when the first orgasm fades. I keep going, driving her straight into another peak before she can catch her breath.
"Too much," she sobs, trying to push my head away. "Alpha, it's too?—"
"You asked to be overwhelmed," I remind her, pinning her hips more firmly. "Now take it like a good omega."
The command combined with the relentless pleasure breaks something in her. She stops fighting, surrenders completely to the sensation. Her second orgasm crashes into a third, until she's just a trembling, sobbing mess of pleasure.
Only then do I pull back, admiring my work. She's completely undone—flushed, shaking, her pussy red and swollen from my attention. Tears streak her cheeks, but through the bond I feel only satisfaction. The deep contentment of being pushed past her limits and surviving it.
"Good girl," I praise, moving up her body to kiss her deeply. She tastes herself on my tongue and moans into my mouth. "You took that so beautifully."
"I can't feel my legs," she mumbles against my lips.
"You don't need them." I position both my cocks at her entrances. "You just need to lie there and take what I give you."
