Messy. Barely controlled.
Every thrust is a promise and a threat:I’m not leaving you empty, not a single drop.
She sobs my name, every muscle shaking, and I can feel her getting close—her thighs locked, nails digging red lines down my spine. She wants to win, but she wants to lose even more.
Somewhere between the ache in my cock and the shudder in her breath, I realize I might crack under her if I don't keep talking—keep claiming—because every time I open my mouth she gets tighter, wetter, more out of her mind for it. More out of control.
She can actually be mine.
Ours.
We could have someone like her and I’d actually be fine with it.
I grip her hips, pinning them to the edge of the shelf. My jaw is at her ear, teeth grazing the delicate skin, and I snarl, “Remember what I promised you, Omega? I told you I was going to ruin you. Make you forget anyone else ever existed. Make every fuck you ever had taste like sawdust compared to me.”
She chokes a laugh, but the sound is sharp, broken, edged with need. She’s begging again, voice splintering.
“Do it, Theo, god, just—please. I want it, I want you, I fuckingneed?—”
“Need who?” I snap, arms locking her tight, grinding hard enough to bruise. I want her to remember this on the drive home, on the walk up her stairs, in every shift of her body for days.
She gasps, “You—fuck Theo, I need you, I want—don’t stop?—”
Her hands are everywhere, scraping down my shoulders, clawing at my back, desperate to get closer, even as I’m already inside her, already so deep it’s a miracle she hasn’t split from it.
Each thrust is a dare, a challenge—more, harder, faster—and her body meets it every single time. I slam into her, the clap ofskin and the wet, obscene squelch of her cunt echoing against the closet walls.
I bite her neck, sharp enough to leave a hickey but not enough to mark her solid
“Fuck—yes—there—right—” the words collapse into a sob. “Theo, I’m gonna—oh my god?—”
I don’t let up.
If she wants to be ruined, she’ll get it, and then some.
Her eyes roll back and her whole body stiffens, all that wild energy winding tighter and tighter, and I know she’s close, so close, and I want to see her explode.
I want her to come so hard it scrambles her memory palace, so when she wakes up at three a.m. the only word left is my name.
So I push her, harder, faster—one arm banded around her lower back, the other tangled in her hair. I bury my face in her neck, scenting her, branding her, and the taste of her sweat-slick skin and the sugar-animal tang of her Omega pheromones makes my brain short-circuit.
I fuck her like I’m possessed.
Like she’s the only thing keeping me from flying apart at the seams.
She says my name again, but this time it’s different, ragged and high, and her pussy clamps down—so tight I see white at the edge of my vision. I can’t hold it, can’t even try.
Her back bows, tits crushed to my chest, and the world tilts.
I slam in once, twice more, and then we both break.
Orgasm hits so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs.
Her pussy clamps down, ruthless, and she’s screaming for me, every pulse milking my cock for more. I cum so deep and hard it feels like my brain is short-circuiting, like every bad thing I ever felt is getting flushed out and replaced with her.
Heat fills her, every spurt setting off another aftershock. My cum leaks everywhere—down my length, across her thighs, soaking through the last shreds of lace. I watch it happen, a little obsessed.
The sight makes me want to start all over.
