I'm coming.
The orgasm isn't a wave. It's a tsunami. A forest fire. An earthquake that shatters my foundation and rebuilds me cell by cell into something new.
I scream.
The sound tears from my throat—raw and animal and utterly inhuman, a sound I didn't know I could make. My back arches so hard I feel vertebrae crack. My legs lock around his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper even though there's nowhere deeper to go.
The chains snap.
Iron shatters like it's made of nothing. I don't know how—don't know if it's my wild omega strength or some dark magic in the altar or pure desperate need. Don't care. Just feel the sudden freedom as the metal breaks and my hands are finally, finally free.
Immediately, I dig my nails into his back. All ten points. Breaking skin. Drawing blood. Raking down his spine hard enough to leave furrows that will scar, that will mark him as mine the way his knot is marking me as his.
He roars above me.
And comes.
I feel it. The first hot pulse flooding into me like liquid fire. Then another. Another. Endless spurts painting my insides, filling me so full there's nowhere for it to go with the knot sealing everything in.
The pressure builds and builds. I can feel myself swelling with it, feel my belly distending as he pumps more and more into me. Too much. Impossible amounts. More than any human body should be able to hold.
"Taking it," he growls against my temple, his voice barely words anymore. "Taking all of it. Made for this. Made for me. My omega. My mate. Mine."
I want to argue. Want to bite him again. Want to remind him that I came here to kill him, not to be bred by him.
But another orgasm crashes over me before the first one ends, and I can't do anything but hold on while the world comes apart around us.
The pleasure blurs together into one continuous wave so intense it borders on agony, a sensation too big to fit inside my body, spilling over into something transcendent and terrifying.
I'm dissolving.
Coming apart at the seams. Every cell in my body singing the same wordless song. I can't tell where I end and he beginsanymore. Can't tell if the pleasure is mine or his or ours together, some third thing we've created between us.
His hips are still moving. Tiny, grinding thrusts that shift the knot inside me, drag it against walls that have never been touched, against nerves that have never been woken. Each movement sends another shockwave through my core, another aftershock of the earthquake that's destroyed me.
I bite his throat again.
Can't help it. Need something to anchor me, something solid to hold onto while the rest of me fragments into a thousand shattered pieces.
My teeth sink in right over his pulse. Deep. Deeper than any of the other bites. I feel the moment I hit the artery—feel the hot rush of blood that follows, flooding my mouth faster than I can swallow.
Too much blood.
Gushing down my throat. Filling my stomach. I'm choking on it, swallowing convulsively, and still it keeps coming with every beat of his racing heart, like he's trying to pour himself into me from both ends.
He makes a sound—half snarl, half moan, all animal. His hands finally leave my hips and I feel relief wash through me as his claws retract, pulling free from muscle and bone with wet sucking sounds that should be disgusting and somehow aren't.
Then his arms are around me. Crushing me against his blood-slick chest. One hand fisting in my hair, tangled in the bloody, matted mess of it. The other splayed across my lower back, holding me pinned to him as he grinds deeper, deeper, impossibly deeper.
His knot pulses again. Another flood of liquid heat inside me. My body clenches in automatic response and we're both groaning into each other's skin, both shaking, both completely destroyed.
"Kess," he breathes against my hair, and his voice is wrecked beyond recognition. "Kess, Kess, Kess?—"
My name like a prayer. Like a plea. Like the only word left in his three-hundred-year-old vocabulary.
I should say something. Should curse him or claim him or tell him to go to hell where he belongs.
Instead I just hold on.
