When he finally pulls back, his mouth is slick, and his eyes are blown wide. His pupils are huge and wild, and he looks feral.Gone.
Rut has him now.
“Better,” he says hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now you only smell likemine.”
Then he flips me.
There’s no warning: just his hands locking around my waist and hauling me up, forcing me onto all fours like I’m nothing more than prey. My face hits the mattress with a muffled cry, arms buckling beneath me as my knees scramble for traction.
He doesn’t pause. Not even when he spreads me open, his thumbs dragging roughly across my cheeks, exposing everything with a filthy, possessive growl.
“Fucking look at this mess,” he grits out. “Slickeverywhere. Stretched open and leaking like a bitch in heat.”
He drags the head of his cock through the drenched mess between my thighs, slow and cruel, letting me feel every inch of how ready he is.
“You’re sore,” he murmurs, voice thick with rage and something darker. “Still stretched from his knot.”
I whimper, and he laughs, the sound low and mean.
“Good.”
He grabs the base of his cock, rubs it against my swollen entrance, and then lowers one hand to press between my cheeks, dragging his fingers through the slick there too—coating me, spreading me wider.
“You think I’m letting you walk around with another alpha’s come inside you?” he snarls. “You think I’m going to let you keep that?”
His cock presses at my entrance. I brace—
And then he slams in.
One brutal thrust, fast and deep and punishing.
I scream into the mattress, my body seizing around him, every nerve ending firing at once. The stretch is unbearable: he’s thicker than Connor, longer too, and the angle has him grinding right against the spots that haven’t even recovered yet.
But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me adjust. Instead, he buries himself to the hilt andstays there, panting above me.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, his hand fisting tight in my hair. “And I’m not stopping untilevery inchof you knows it.”
He uses his grip to yank my head back as he starts to thrust, hips snapping forward in hard, punishing strokes that steal the air from my lungs. Each slam of his cock lands deeper than the last, wet and relentless, the sound obscene in the room. I cry out into the sheets, overwhelmed, shaking—
—and so fucking turned on I could scream.
“You feel that?” he snarls. “Feel how you’re still stretching around me? He didn’t ruin you, omega.”
His grip tightens.
“I’mgoing to do that.”
His hand slides down my spine, rough and possessive, and then lower, until he’s between my cheeks and spreading me wide without ceremony. I feel the heat of him there, his breath against my skin, his attention narrowing like a blade.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Already open. Already begging.”
I gasp, jerking forward—but his hand on my hipyanksme back onto his cock.
“There’s no part of you I won’t take,” he says, voice ragged. “You understand me? You think you can take another knot and come home to me?”
He spits on me and rubs it in, his thumb pressing harder, slick and saliva mixing.
“You’re gonna feel me inbothholes, omega,” he growls. “You’re not walking tomorrow.”
