But it’s swallowed whole by the louder one, the one urging me to push back into his touch, to grind my hips backward in silent encouragement. And that voice wins. Every time.
“One day, I’m going to take you here,” he growls, and it sounds like inevitability rather than the dark warning he intended. “I’m going to take you every way I can, omega, because you are mine. This body is mine to claim.”
He punctuates this possessiveness with hard thrusts. Each one striking that spot inside that’s all but singing now. A finger now presses firmer against the ring of muscle that has never been breached. On the next forward drive of his hip, he eases the tip of it in.
I whimper, my body caught between instincts, not sure if it should pull away from the unfamiliar intrusion or lean into it.
“Oh, baby, you think my finger is thick? Just wait until I teach your little asshole how to accept my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, my forehead dropping to the cool metal of his desk as I struggle to keep myself upright.
“You like this, Noa?” he asks, his finger sliding into the second knuckle in a single, smooth push. I gasp, my body clenching reflexively around him. “Do you like the idea of me filling your needy pussy while I play with your tight, virgin ass?”
This man.
His words are lethal, and I don’t think he even fully understands the damage they do to me.
“Yes,” I groan into the table, still just trying to hang on.
Then I’m tipped over without warning.
The sensation spikes hard and sudden, my quivering body locking as if it doesn’t know which way to fall. My knees buckle and Rennick’s hands shift fast, catching my weight as my body folds, dragged under by the surge of pleasure tearing through me. It builds and builds, no end in sight, and when I think we’ve reached the final crest, something finally breaks.
Heat rushes through me in an unstoppable wave, my body jolting with it, and I’m only dimly aware of the sound it makes when it spills free, splashing on the hardwoods below me.
But I don’t have the ability to process any of it.
Not when Rennick releases a brutal, terrifying snarl, more beast than man, his hands sliding under my thigh. He lifts my lower half off the floor and leaves only the weight of my upper body braced on the desk.
He holds me like this, half airborne, exactly where he wants me, and then starts to fuck into me like a man possessed.
His thrusts are ruthless and they don’t slow. They don’t falter. They keep slicing in, drumming against those places already too sensitive from my orgasm until he’s lifting me upall over again. I can feel another one climbing, the warm flutter starting back up in my core.
He’s getting close. I know it by the way his knot keeps catching at my pussy’s opening with every thrust forward.
My cheek presses to the desk as I reach back, trying to get his attention, trying to slow him down.
He’s too far gone to notice.
“Ren…” I try, my voice ravaged from the sounds he’d forced out of me and is still pulling free. His thrusts change, shifting in a way that sends alarm bells off. “Ren, you can’t—” But it’s too late.“Shit!”
With another vicious sound, he slams home, forcing his knot in as my body yields to it immediately. The warm, sated sensation floods me within seconds, heavy and drugging, and then, half a stroke later, he’s coming.
Andcoming.
The warm rush of being filled by him, his cum releasing deep, calls to something primal I don’t have a name for. All I know is that carrying him like this, holding him within me, quiets something deep in both me and my wolf. She’s practically purring with contentment as Rennick’s knot swells that last bit, locking us together, and once more, I’m left at the mercy of pleasure’s ruthless hands.
This orgasm isn’t as intense as the first, but it still rolls through me like a storm.
When I come back to myself, breath still short and pleasure-induced tears hazing my vision, I’m acutely aware of the stretch of him knotted inside me. Not just the pressure, but howrightit feels.
The small sound of gratification that slips free is involuntary.
“How can I possibly be upset about knotting you when I knew I shouldn’t,” Rennick murmurs close to my ear, his weight settled heavy against my back now that my feet are on the floor,his voice gravelly and worn, “when you make sounds like that, sweet Noa?”
With my cheek pressed to the desk, I glance back at him, offering a soft, satisfied smirk.
“Or when you squirt for me.”
