I choke on a moan, because he means it: every word. And I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I love it.
My body pulses with need, instincts unraveling fast under the force of his fury.
“You’re gonna know who owns this pussy. Who this ass belongs to. Who yourfucking alpha is.”
I gasp as his thumb presses in, breaching me just enough to make my thighs quake. I clench around his cock, unable to help it, and a low snarl rips from his throat. Suddenly he’s fucking meharder and faster, his hips slamming against mine with brutal force as his thumb works me open.
Every part of me feels used, claimed,marked; and still he wants more.
Still not satisfied.
I gasp as his fingers leave me—not retreating fully, but replacing themselves with something thicker. He pulls out, then drags his cock through the slick mess of my slit again, coating himself deliberately, making sureeverythingis wet.
“There’s no part of you I won’t take,” he tells me, his voice torn and furious. “You don’t get to keep anything from me. Not after this.”
I whimper when the blunt head of his cock presses against my ass; insistent and slick-coated, and truly unforgiving. My body locks up, nerves screaming—
And then he pushes in.
It’s slow at first: enough to make my thighs quake, my moan catch sharp in my throat.
“Open,” he orders.
My body obeys before my brain can catch up, and he drives in deeper with a savage thrust, stretching me wide, forcing my body to yield inch by inch as my breath rips free in sobs. I’m clenching around nothing where I’m empty, slick pouring from me like I’m begging to be filled again.
The pressure builds, unbearable and perfect.
“That’s it,” he hisses. “Take it, Omega. Takeallof me.”
He pulls back just enough to slam forward again, fucking my ass, alternating pressure and taking space until there’s nowhere leftin my body that doesn’t know him. His hand clamps on my hip, his grip unrelenting as he claims every part of me.
I can’t stop shaking.
I don’t want to.
“You think you can walk away from me after this?” he snarls, voice wrecked. “You think I’ll let you?”
My answer is a broken moan.
He snarls low in his chest, losing rhythm, losing control, rut roaring to the surface in violent waves. His breath is ragged, his movements wild now, no restraint left—only instinct and possession.
Then—
He pulls out.
I sob at the loss, slick dripping down my thighs as I collapse to the mattress, body twitching with need.
But he’s not done.
He grabs my hips again and slams back into me, hard and deep and feral, like he’s lost the last thread of control—and this time, I know he has.
I scream as he bottoms out, his cock stretching me to the brink; too thick, too much, too perfect.
“Back where I fucking belong,” he growls behind me, voice shredded, teeth bared like an animal. “You’re mine.Mine.”
There’s no rhythm anymore. No finesse. Every movement comes from pure instinct and rage and rut, driving him into me over and over with brutal, punishing force.
His hips crash against my ass, the slap of wet skin and ragged breath the only sounds filling the room, and his knot—fuck, hisknot—is swelling fast. I can feel it, thick and demanding, catching at my entrance every time he pulls back, my cunt already clenching in reflex, too slick, too raw, too eager to let him go.
