"Perfect," he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. Through the bond, I could feel his overwhelming pleasure—the way my body gripped him like a glove, the heat of my walls around his length. "You feel perfect around me. Like you were made to take me."
He held himself still, buried to the hilt, and I felt every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock. My inner walls fluttered around him, adjusting to the fullness, and each small movement sent sparks of pleasure through both of us.
"Move," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Kaelan—I need you to move?—"
He pulled back slowly, and I felt every ridge drag against my sensitive walls. The sensation was indescribable—each one catching, tugging, creating friction that made my back arch and my toes curl. When only his tapered tip remained inside, he paused, letting me feel the emptiness, the desperate ache for him to fill me again.
Then he thrust back in, one smooth stroke that buried him to the hilt.
I screamed. The pleasure was overwhelming—each ridge sliding against my inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot, the fullness stretching me so perfectly. Through the bond, Ifelt his pleasure layered over mine, his satisfaction at filling me completely, his desire building with every thrust. He set a rhythm, slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. He pulled out until only his tip remained, then pressed back in with agonizing slowness, making me feel every ridge as it entered me. The patience of it was maddening—I wanted harder, faster, more—but he held me in place with strong hands on my hips, controlling the pace.
"Not yet," he murmured against my throat when I tried to push back against him, to take him faster. "I want this to last. Want to feel every second of being inside you." His thrusts grew deeper, angled to hit that spot inside me with devastating precision. Each stroke of his ridges against that sensitive place made stars burst behind my eyes, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
"Kaelan," I gasped, my nails raking down his back. "Kaelan, please—I'm going to?—"
"Not yet." His voice was strained, his jaw clenched with the effort of control. Through the bond, I could feel how close he was—feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the knot threatening to swell. But he held back, determined to push me higher first. "One more. Give me one more."
His hand slid between our bodies, finding where we were joined. His fingers found my vent entrance and stroked it in time with his thrusts, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. The orgasm crashed through me without warning—sudden and devastating, my inner walls clamping down on his ridged length so hard it almost hurt. I keened his name into the water, my whole body convulsing, and through the bond I felt his control finally snap.
His pace turned punishing—hard, fast thrusts that drove him deep with every stroke. His ridges scraped against my clenching walls, prolonging the orgasm until it blurred into a continuouswave of pleasure. His growls filled the water, deep alpha sounds that resonated in my bones.
"Going to knot you," he gasped against my throat, his thrusts growing erratic. "Going to lock us together—fill you until you can't take any more?—"
I felt it—the swell at the base of him, growing larger with every thrust. The knot pressed against my entrance, demanding entry, and I bore down on it, welcoming the stretch.
"Yes," I breathed, wrapping my tail tighter around his. "Yes, give it to me—I want all of you—" With a roar that echoed through the water, he thrust forward one final time, and the knot popped inside.
The stretch was immense—impossibly full, impossibly perfect. The knot pressed against every sensitive spot at once, triggering another orgasm that ripped through me without warning. I screamed, my body clenching helplessly around the massive swell that locked us together. I felt him come inside me—felt his release pulsing in hot, thick waves, flooding my depths. The knot kept everything locked inside, the fullness overwhelming, and I sobbed against his shoulder as pleasure continued to crash through me in endless waves.
Through the bond, his emotions poured into me—satisfaction so deep it bordered on euphoria, possessiveness fierce and primal, love vast as the ocean itself. I felt what he felt—the tight grip of my walls around his knot, the pulsing pleasure of his release, the bone-deep contentment of being locked inside his mate.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, his cock still pulsing, still filling me. "My mate. My omega. Mine."
"Yours," I agreed, my voice wrecked, my body trembling around the knot that tied us together. A purr built in my chest—the omega sound of pure contentment. "Yours Alpha."
We floated there, locked together, his arms wrapped around me, our tails intertwined. The knot pulsed inside me, occasional spurts of release still flooding my depths. Every small movement shifted the pressure, sent new sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
"The heat will spike again," Kaelan murmured against my hair, his hands stroking soothingly down my back. "Several more times before it's satisfied. But we have time. And I plan to take you through every wave." I shivered at the promise in his voice, even as my body continued to pulse around his knot. Through the bond, I could feel his satisfaction—and beneath it, the embers of desire already building again.
When the knot finally released—long minutes later, after he'd filled me so completely I felt it deep in my core—he slipped from my body with a wet sound that made me whimper. I could feel his release trickling from my still-open vent, mixing with the water around us.
"Rest now," he said softly, gathering me in his arms. "Let me take you back to the nest."
The nest had become my sanctuary. During the brief lulls between heat waves, when my body cooled enough to think clearly, I found myself rearranging the silks and furs with desperate intensity. My omega instincts drove me to gather their scent-soaked items closer, to build the walls of the nest higher, to create a cocoon of safety and belonging.
Kaelan watched me work, his dark eyes soft with understanding.
"Your nesting instincts are strong," he observed, reaching out to stroke my hair as I repositioned a length of velvet that smelled of Vale. "Stronger than I expected. It's beautiful to watch."
I pulled one of Riven's leather straps closer, pressing it against my cheek to breathe in his scent. Pine and steel andsomething sharp that made my omega instincts purr with satisfaction.
"I can't help it," I admitted, arranging the strap next to a pillow that smelled of Thane's honey-warm scent. "Every time the heat fades, all I want to do is make the nest better. Safer. More... ours."
"That's as it should be." Kaelan settled beside me, his tail curling around mine. Through the bond, I felt his approval—his deep satisfaction at watching me nest. "A mated omega needs to feel secure. Needs to be surrounded by the scents of her pack."
I leaned into him, pressing my nose against his throat to breathe in his scent—pine and deep water and ancient power. "I can feel all of you now," I murmured. "Through the bonds. Even the others, sleeping in the main cavern. I can feel Riven's dreams—dark and fierce. Vale's contentment, like a song in the back of my mind. Thane's warmth, gentle and steady."
"The bonds will only grow stronger." His hand stroked down my back, soothing and possessive. "In time, you'll be able to communicate through them. Share thoughts, not just emotions. We'll be connected in ways that go beyond words."
