I bury my face between her thighs, not caring that her slick and my cum are mixed.I lap at her pussy like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Her scream rips through the room as my tongue drags through her folds, tasting her, claiming her.I lap at her clit, suck it into my mouth, bite it just enough to make her cry out.My hands grip her thighs so hard she’ll bruise, pinning her open while I feast.
She thrashes, gasping, moaning, begging.“Zion, please ...oh God, please, I can’t...”
I lift my head, my mouth wet with her.“You can.And you will.You’ll take everything I give you.”
Her eyes are wild, glassy with tears and arousal, but she nods frantically.“Yes.Yes, please.”
I thrust two fingers into her, curling them, stroking her until her back bows off the bed, her scream echoing.She’s tight, so fucking tight, but she melts around me, her body giving in, giving me everything.
When she’s shaking on the edge, I pull free, crawling back up her body, dragging my cock through her slick folds.
“Beg for it,” I snarl into her ear, the head of my cock pressing at her entrance.“Beg me to ruin you.”
Her nails rake my back, her tears soaking the sheets.“Please, Zion.I need you.I want you.Only you.”
I lose the last shred of control I have.
I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt, my growl vibrating through both of us.She screams, clutching at me, her body taking me deeper, tighter than ever before.Every thrust is a brand, a claim, a vow.
I try to be soft, I swear I do.But she begs for more, whispering filthy things into my ear, sweet nothings that don’t sound like nothings at all.“Yours.Always yours.Don’t stop.Never stop.”
Her words break me open.
I roll her onto her knees, gripping her hips, pounding into her so hard the bed slams against the wall.Her cries echo, her body clenching, sucking me deeper.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, biting her shoulder, tasting her sweat.“Say it.”
“I’m yours!”she sobs.“Yours, Zion, forever!”
My knot swells, locking us together as my release erupts inside her, filling her until it overflows, until she’s shaking and crying and begging for more even as she collapses beneath me.
I hold her there, trapped on my knot, my chest pressed to her back, my lips against her ear.
“You’ll marry me,” I whisper, voice low and rough.“You’ll carry my name, my mark, my children.You’ll never escape me.”
Her body shudders, but then, so soft, so broken I almost miss it, a single word.
“Yes.”
And just like that, the future is carved in stone.
Epilogue
Always and Forever
Zion
Five years.
That’s how long she’s been mine.How long I’ve had her in my home, in my bed, under my hands, my mouth, and on my cock.And still, it isn’t enough.It will never be enough.
I walk through the front door and the air shifts, the heavy scent of home wrapping around me, cedar smoke from the hearth, and underneath it all, her.Always her.Sweet omega, slick and ripe and mine.The sound of our children’s laughter filters down the hall, high-pitched and wild, the thump of little feet against the hardwood floor.
My chest tightens.I never thought I’d have this.A house not empty but alive.A woman not fleeting but permanent.A family that carries my blood.
And yet the madness hasn’t left me.If anything, it’s worse.
