"Yes." Her voice breaks. "So full. You're so big. Can feel you everywhere."
"Good." I pull back slowly—almost all the way out—and watch her face as I thrust back in. Deep. Hard. Claiming. "Because this is mine now. This pussy belongs to me. To us. You're ours, Bea."
The possessiveness in my voice makes her clench around me, and I start to move for real. Slow, deliberate strokes. Making her feel every inch. Making her understand what she's getting into with us.
Her heat makes her hypersensitive. Every thrust draws sounds from her that go straight to my cock. Little gasps and moans that tell me exactly where to hit, how deep to go, how hard she can take it.
"That's it. Take my cock." I shift the angle, find that spot inside her that makes her arch off the nest. "Fuck, you're perfect. Your pussy was made for this. Made to take me."
She's meeting me now. Thrust for thrust. Desperate and uncoordinated but trying so fucking hard, and watching her chase her pleasure on my cock is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"You like being fucked?" I ask, because I want to hear her say it. "Like having my cock buried deep in this tight little pussy?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Love it—love how you feel—don't stop?—"
The sounds filling the nest are obscene. Her breathy moans, my rough breathing, the wet slide of my cock in her slick heat. It's primal. Raw. Perfect.
My knot starts to swell. Catching at her entrance with each thrust.
"Your knot." She gasps, eyes going wide. "Can feel it getting bigger. Stretching me every time you thrust. Want it, Grayson. Want you to knot me."
"You're going to get it." I adjust my angle again. Hit that sweet spot with every stroke now. "Going to knot you so deep you'll feel me for days. Fill you with so much cum you'll be dripping with it. Everyone's going to smell me on you and know you've been claimed."
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, please, want everyone to know?—"
"Touch yourself." My hands grip her hips, control the pace. "Make yourself come on my cock. Want to feel how tight you get when you come."
Her hand flies between us. Finds her clit. Within seconds she's gasping, trembling, right on the edge.
"Close—so close—Grayson, I'm going to?—"
"Do it." I slam into her harder. Faster. My knot swelling with each thrust until it's catching hard at her entrance. "Come on my cock. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me. Show me what I do to you."
She detonates. Screams my name so loud I swear the whole fucking town can hear. Her whole body locks up, back arching,inner walls clamping down on me like they're trying to keep me inside forever. Pulsing. Clenching. Pulling at me.
One more thrust. I force my swollen knot past her entrance and the stretch makes her scream again—this time wordless, overwhelmed. Then we're locked. My knot swells completely, ties us together, and my orgasm hits like a freight train.
I roar as I come. Empty everything I have deep inside her while her body milks every drop from my cock. The feeling of filling her, marking her from the inside, being locked together completely—fuck. It's everything.
I look down at her face. Tear-streaked and flushed and looking at me like I just gave her the world. Like I'm everything she needs. It does something to me—something I wasn't expecting. Makes me want to keep that look on her face forever. Makes me want to be worthy of it.
Fuck. I'm in deep with this omega.
"Better?" I ask. My hand's gentle on her face despite the primal intensity of what just happened.
"Yes." She's crying, but they're relief tears. Happy tears. "So much better. The emptiness—it's gone. You made it stop hurting."
"That's what I'm here for." I lean down, kiss her softly. Careful not to jostle us while we're locked together. My knot's still fully swollen, still pulsing inside her. We'll be tied like this for at least twenty minutes. "That's what all of us are here for."
I start purring. Deep rumble in my chest. She melts at the sound, whole body going limp and trusting beneath me.
Seth appears at the edge of the nest with more water. River helps prop her up enough to drink while I support her weight. She's shaky, exhausted, but the frantic edge is gone from her scent. Replaced by satisfaction and contentment.
"How you doing?" Seth asks softly. Brushes damp hair back from her forehead.
"Good." Her voice is hoarse from screaming. "Really good.”
"Rest," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, still purring. She curls closer, and I tighten my arms around her carefully.
