"Days, Alpha." My voice shook, my breath coming in ragged pants. "Since before, since before I ran."
"Awhile then." His hands stilled, his expression darkening. "Since you felt pleasure. Since you felt loved. And whose fault is that?"
"Mine, Alpha." Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, sliding down my temples into my hair. "It's my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I know you are." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, soft and tender, at odds with the hardness of his hands on my body. "You're going to prove it. You're going to show me how sorry you are by being good. By doing exactly what I say. By taking only what I give you and being grateful for every single moment of it."
"Yes, Alpha." I'd never meant anything more in my life. "I'll be good. I promise."
"I know you will." He shifted on the bed, moving between my legs, his hands sliding down my body to grip my hips. "Now. Ask permission to spread your legs for me."
The humiliation burned through me, but so did the arousal, the two sensations tangled together until I couldn't tell whereone ended and the other began. "May I spread my legs for you, Alpha?"
"You may." I let my knees fall open, exposing myself to his gaze, to his touch, to whatever he wanted to do to me. The cool air hit my slick-soaked folds and I shivered, acutely aware of how wet I was, how obvious my need must be.
Mason's eyes dropped to my core, his expression hungry and possessive and darkly satisfied. "You're dripping for me," he observed, his voice rough with desire. "All that submission, all that obedience, it gets you wet, doesn't it? Being owned. Being controlled. Being told exactly what to do and when to do it."
"Yes, Alpha." There was no point in denying it. My body told the truth even when my pride wanted to lie.
"That's because this is what you were made for, Ava." His thumb traced along my outer lips, gathering the slick that had pooled there, spreading it over my sensitive flesh without quite touching where I needed him most. "You were made to submit. To be owned. To belong to Alphas who know how to take care of you. You tried to run from that. You tried to deny what you are."
His thumb pressed against my entrance, not penetrating, just resting there, a promise and a threat in equal measure. "But you can't run from your nature, little Omega. You can't run from us. And after today, you won't want to."
He pushed his thumb inside me, and I cried out, my hips jerking up involuntarily before I forced them back down, remembering the rules, remembering to be still.
"Good girl." His approval washed over me like a wave, warm and consuming. "You caught yourself. You remembered the rules even when your body wanted to break them. That's progress." He worked his thumb in and out of me, slow and deliberate, while his other hand pressed flat against my lower belly, holding me in place. The pleasure built gradually, inexorably, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
"May I—" I gasped out, my voice breaking, my body trembling with the effort of staying still. "May I move, Alpha? Please?"
"No." The word was calm, almost gentle, even as his thumb thrust deeper, curving to find that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. "You stay exactly as you are. You take what I give you. Nothing more."
I whimpered, tears streaming down my face, my entire body shaking with the strain of obedience. The pleasure was building, building, building, but I couldn't move, couldn't chase it, couldn't do anything but lie there and take whatever he chose to give me.
"Please," I sobbed, the word torn from somewhere deep in my chest. "Please, Alpha, I need?—"
"What do you need?" His thumb stilled inside me, his eyes boring into mine with dark intensity. "Tell me exactly what you need, and maybe — maybe — I'll give it to you."
"I need to come," I whispered, shame and desire warring in my voice. "Please, Alpha. I need to come so badly. I'll do anything. I'll be good. I'll never run again. Just please— please let me come."
Mason withdrew his thumb, and I sobbed at the loss, my inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for stimulation. Then he was moving, positioning himself between my spread thighs, and I felt the hot, thick press of his cock against my entrance.
"Ask for it," he commanded, his voice rough with his own need, his control finally showing cracks. A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound purely Alpha, purely predatory, making my Omega keen in response. "Ask me to fuck you."
"Please fuck me, Alpha." The words came out in a rush, desperate and shameless, my voice breaking on a high, needywhine that I couldn't suppress. "Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you. Please."
He pushed into me in one long, slow thrust, filling me completely, stretching me around his thick length until I felt him in my throat, in my lungs, in every cell of my body. I cried out, my back arching off the bed despite my best efforts at stillness, my hands fisting in the blankets beneath me. The stretch was overwhelming, bordering on too much, his cock so thick and hard that I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he seated himself fully inside me.
"Shh." His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing away the tears that streamed down my cheeks. A rumbling purr started in my chest without my permission, vibrating through my ribcage, my body responding to the feeling of being filled, of being claimed, of having my Alpha exactly where he belonged. "I know. I know it's overwhelming. You can take it. You were made to take it. Made to take me."
Mason groaned at the sound of my purr, his eyes darkening further, his hips twitching with the effort of holding still. "That's it," he breathed, his voice a low rasp. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
He began to move, slow and deep, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs, each withdrawal leaving me empty and aching for more. The pleasure built again, stronger this time, tinged with the stretch and the fullness and the overwhelming rightness of having him inside me. My purr grew louder, stuttering into keening whimpers every time he bottomed out, every time the head of his cock kissed that spot deep inside me that made my vision blur.
"You don't get to take anything anymore," Mason said, his voice rough and breathless, his hips maintaining that maddening, deliberate rhythm. His chest vibrated with a growl that seemed to resonate through my entire body, Alphapheromones flooding the air until I could taste them on my tongue. "You ask. You wait. You receive. Say it back to me."
"I ask," I gasped, my voice breaking on the words, a keen tearing from my throat as he thrust particularly deep. "I wait. I receive."
"Good girl." He rewarded me with a harder thrust, angling his hips to hit that spot inside me that made me see stars. My inner walls clenched around him, fluttering and grasping, trying to pull him deeper even as my body remained still beneath him. "Again."
