I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers at the loss. But then I'm lifting her, backing her more firmly against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist automatically.
And then she does something that makes my entire world stop.
She locks eyes with me. Direct. Unwavering. Full of need and trust and something deeper.
Not looking away. Not thinking about the others. Not sharing this moment with Dorian's dominance or Corvus's control.
Just me. Her Alpha. Hers.
Something shifts in my chest. Something primal and possessive that I usually keep buried under being the "nice one" or the "easy-going one." The Alpha who doesn't push. Who shares. Who takes what's offered without demanding more.
But right now? With her eyes locked on mine like I'm the only thing in her universe?
I don't want to share.
"Look at me," I growl, even though she already is. "Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see who's making you feel this way."
"Oakley." Her voice is breathy. Needy.
"Not Dorian." I position myself at her entrance, still holding her gaze. "Not Corvus. Me. Your Alpha. Say it."
"You're my Alpha." Her eyes never leave mine. "Mine."
The word hits me like a physical blow. Mine. Not shared. Not borrowed. Mine.
"Damn right I am." I thrust in hard, and she screams. But her eyes stay locked on mine. Seeing me. Really seeing me. Not the passive one. Not the one who steps back. The Alpha who can make her body sing.
But I can't. Because she's so tight and hot and perfect around me. Because her body is responding the way it's supposed to. Because she's finally mine in the way that matters.
"Oh god—" She's clawing at my shoulders, trying to pull me deeper. "Oakley, fuck—"
"That's it, little star." I establish a brutal rhythm. Hard. Deep. Hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Take your Alpha's cock. Show me how good your body can be for pack."
She's making sounds I've never heard from her before. Desperate. Primal. Her Omega biology finally getting what it needs.
"You're so fucking wet," I groan. "So ready for me. Your body knows, doesn't it? Knows what it's made for."
"Yes—" She's babbling now. "Yes, yes, it's so good, you're so—fuck, I can feel everything—"
"Because I'm Alpha." I angle my hips, changing the depth. "Because we're bonded. Because your body chose us."
"I'm close—" Her inner walls are fluttering around me. "Oakley, I'm so close, please don't stop—"
"Not stopping." I increase my pace, feeling my knot start to swell. "Gonna fill you with Alpha come. Gonna mark you so deep that Beta scent doesn't stand a chance."
"Please—" She's sobbing now. Relief. Desperation. Need finally being met. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need." I slide one hand between us, finding her clit. "Come for me, Vespera. Show me your body works perfectly when it's pack fucking you."
Two more thrusts and she shatters. Screaming my name. Her pussy clenching around me so hard I see stars. Her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
And it's not gentle. Not sweet. It's months of frustration releasing all at once. Her body finally getting what it was desperate for.
"Fuck, yes—" I groan as her orgasm triggers mine. My knot swells fully, locking us together as I empty inside her. Marking her. Claiming her. Replacing every trace of Beta with Alpha.
She's still coming. Still shaking. Her pussy milking my knot as wave after wave crashes through her.
"That's it," I murmur, holding her up as she trembles. "That's my girl. Coming so perfect on Alpha cock."
