"Fuck," Mason groaned, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. His arms shook where they braced on either side of my head, his jaw clenched tight. "You're so tight. So fucking tight. Like a vice. I knew you would be, knew you'd feel like heaven, but this—" He dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard, his cock twitching inside me. "You're going to ruin me."
"Move," I begged, my hips tilting up, trying to take him even deeper. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit, but it wasn'tenough. I needed friction. Needed him to fuck me until I couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but pleasure. "Please, Alpha, I need you to move?—"
He did. He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along my inner walls, letting me feel every inch as he withdrew until only the head remained inside. Then he thrust forward, hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
I screamed.
"That's it," he growled, setting a punishing rhythm. "Take it. Take all of it." His hips snapped against mine, each thrust driving him deep, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the room. I was so wet that his cock made squelching sounds as it pumped in and out of me, and I could feel my slick dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us. He fucked me hard and deep, his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my core. His pubic bone ground against my clit each time he bottomed out, building the pressure higher and higher.
"So good," he groaned, shifting his angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside me—the one that made my vision blur and my toes curl. "So fucking good. You were made for this. Made for my cock. Made for us."
"Alpha," I moaned, too far gone to be ashamed of the word anymore. "Alpha, yes, please?—"
"That's right," he panted, his hips pistoning harder, faster. "I'm your Alpha. Your first Alpha. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, gonna knot you so deep?—"
I couldn't respond. Could only hold on as he fucked me harder, faster, his hips pistoning with brutal efficiency. My nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake, but he didn't slow down. If anything, it made him wilder, his thrusts becoming erratic, his growls growing louder.
"You feel incredible," he panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. "This tight little pussy, squeezing me so good. Never letting you go. Never. You're mine now, Red. Mine forever."
"Yours," I gasped, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. "Alpha, I'm yours—" The orgasm was building again, a tidal wave gathering strength, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I could feel it approaching, inevitable and overwhelming.
"That's it," Mason encouraged, snaking his hand between our bodies to find my clit. His fingers rubbed hard, fast circles, and I screamed. "Come for me, Red. Come on your Alpha's cock. Show me how good I make you feel." The wave crested and broke. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my whole body seizing, my walls clamping down on his cock, pulsing and milking him as pleasure exploded through every nerve. I couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but ride it out as it tore through me, wave after wave of blinding ecstasy.
In the middle of it, at the peak of my orgasm, Mason struck. I didn't understand what was happening at first. His mouth found the junction of my neck and shoulder, and I thought he was just kissing me, biting me the way he'd been doing all along. Then I felt his teeth press against my skin—not playful nips, but something sharp, so sharp?—
"Mason, what—" I started to ask, confusion cutting through the pleasure haze. Then they pierced through. The pain was blinding. I screamed, not in pleasure this time but in shock and agony as his canines sank deep into my flesh, breaking through skin and muscle to reach the sensitive gland beneath.
"NO!" I shrieked, my hands shoving at his shoulders, trying to push him off. "No, stop, what are you doing—STOP!"
He didn't stop. His teeth sank deeper, and I felt something happening, something terrible and irreversible. The bond was forming, I could feel it, like a rope being woven from nothing,connecting some essential part of me to some essential part of him.
"No, no, no," I sobbed, still pushing at him, but he was too strong, too heavy, his teeth locked in my flesh. "I didn't—I didn't say you could—this wasn't?—"
I hadn't agreed to this. I'd agreed to sex. To getting through the heat. Not this. Never this. Mason's emotions slammed into me like a tidal wave. Love. Overwhelming, terrifying, all-consuming love. Hunger that went beyond physical need. Possessiveness so fierce it bordered on violence. Joy—pure, incandescent joy at finally having me, finally claiming me, finally making me his.
Mine, I felt through the bond. Mine mine mine mine MINE.
"You promised," I wailed, tears streaming down my face, though I didn't know what he'd promised or if he'd promised anything at all. I just knew this wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to get through the heat and then figure out how to escape. I wasn't supposed to be bonded to him forever. "You said you'd help me, you didn't say?—"
I know,his voice echoed in my head, even though his teeth were still buried in my neck.I feel you too. So beautiful. So perfect. Mine.
"I didn't consent to this!" I screamed, but my voice was weakening, the pain transforming into something else. The agony was still there, but it was being eclipsed by a pleasure so deep it felt like it was rewriting my DNA. My body was betraying me again, responding to the bond even as my mind recoiled in horror. His hips jerked as he found his own release, pumping me full of cum. I felt him swell inside me, his knot expanding, stretching my entrance impossibly wide, locking us together so thoroughly that not a single drop could escape. The pressure against my inner walls was intense, almost painful, but the bond was singing with satisfaction.
Full, my Omega purred, even as I sobbed. Full of Alpha. Safe. Home.
"No," I whimpered, but the word had no force behind it anymore. The bond was settling into my bones, foreign and invasive, and I could feel Mason everywhere, in my head, in my heart, in some deep part of my soul I hadn't known existed.
"Mine," Mason growled against my neck, finally releasing the bite. His tongue laved over the wound, and even that small touch sent shockwaves of unwanted pleasure through the fresh bond. "Mine, mine, mine."
"I didn't want this," I whispered, even as my body arched into his touch against my will. "I didn't agree to be claimed." Mason pulled back to look at me, and through the bond I felt a flicker of something, not guilt, exactly, but acknowledgment. He'd known. He'd always known I wouldn't agree to this. That's why he'd done it during the heat, during an orgasm, when I was too overwhelmed to stop him.
"You would have fought it forever," he said softly, stroking my hair as his knot pulsed inside me. "You would have let yourself suffer rather than accept what you are. What we are to each other."
"That was my choice to make," I spat, but the venom was undermined by the tears still streaming down my face. By the way the bond was humming with contentment despite my horror. By the way my Omega was purring, happy and satisfied, while the rest of me screamed.
"I know," he admitted, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Through the bond, I felt his certainty—his absolute conviction that this was the right thing to do. That I would understand eventually. That I would forgive him. "But I couldn't watch you destroy yourself anymore. None of us could."
The knot pressed against my g-spot, triggering another orgasm I hadn't expected and definitely didn't want. I wailed,my walls spasming around him, milking his knot as he filled me with jet after jet of hot seed. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure layering on top of mine, creating a feedback loop that made the orgasm stretch on and on until I thought I might die from it.
