“You.” The word comes out broken, wrenched from somewhere deep. “I need you inside me.”
“Inside you where?” I kneel on the bed between her spread thighs, and she moans at just my proximity—at the scent of me flooding her lungs, at the heat of my body so close to hers. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, dragging the head through her soaked folds, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. “Say it, Hannah. Tell me exactly what you need.”
“My—” She chokes on the word. Even in heat, even desperate, she fights the humiliation of saying it out loud. “My pussy. Please, I need your cock in my pussy.”
“Good girl.”
The praise hits her like a physical blow—I see her cunt clench, see fresh wetness gush from her core, see her whole body shudder with the pleasure of my approval. Weeks of conditioning, weeks of teaching her to respond to those words, and she’s finally ready to receive the full reward.
I notch myself at her entrance, feeling her flutter against the head of my cock. So tight. So small. She’s a virgin—has never taken anything inside her, let alone something my size. She’s going to struggle to take me, and I’m going to savor every second of it.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine—gray and hazy with need, but still aware. Stillher. I want her present for this. Want her to remember the exact moment I claimed her.
“This is going to hurt,” I tell her honestly. “You’re going to take it anyway. And by the time I’m done, you’re going to thank me for every inch.”
I push inside.
She screams.
Her virgin cunt resists for one agonizing moment—tight muscle clenching against the intrusion, her body instinctively fighting what it doesn’t understand. Then the head pops past her entrance, and I’m sliding into the tightest, hottest grip I’ve ever felt in seven centuries of taking lovers.
Her body fights me. Muscles clenching, walls spasming, every inch of her resisting even as her hips tilt up to take more. But I don’t stop. I feed her inch after inch, watching her face contort as she struggles to accommodate my girth. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners. Her hands fist in the furs beneath her, knuckles white with strain.
“Too big,” she sobs. “You’re too big, I can’t—”
“You can.” I push deeper, and she wails as the first ridge drags across her inner walls. “Your body was made for this, Hannah. Made for me. Made to stretch around my cock and take everything I give you.”
The ridges are doing exactly what they’re designed to do—each one catching on her sensitive flesh, dragging sensation across nerve endings she didn’t know she had. I feel her cunt flutter around me in confusion, her body unsure whether to register the sensation as pain or pleasure. Both, probably. Theline between them blurs when an omega takes her alpha’s cock for the first time.
“Feel that?” I roll my hips slowly, letting her experience the texture of my shaft. She whimpers, her inner walls clenching around the ridges. “Those are going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. Going to drag across that sweet spot inside you until you’re screaming for more.”
I push deeper. She takes another inch, then another, her body stretching impossibly to accommodate me. Tears stream down her cheeks. Her nails dig into the furs hard enough to tear them. And still I don’t stop.
Not until I bottom out—until every inch of my cock is buried inside her, until she’s so full she can feel me pressing against her cervix, until there’s no part of her that isn’t wrapped around me.
“There.” I hold still, letting her adjust, letting her feel how completely I fill her. She’s panting beneath me, her cunt spasming in little aftershocks, her whole body trembling with the effort of containing me. “You took all of me. Every inch. Such a good girl.”
She moans at the praise, her pussy clenching around my shaft in a reflexive squeeze that makes us both groan.
“You like that, don’t you?” I pull back slowly, letting her feel every ridge dragging against her sensitive walls, and she whimpers at the sensation—pleasure and overstimulation tangled together. “Like being told you’re good. Like knowing you please your Alpha.”
“I’m not—” She gasps as I push back in, the ridges catching on that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “I’m not your—”
“You are.” I set a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that make her feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse of the silver veins in my cock. “This cunt belongs to me now. This body belongs to me.” I angle my hips, finding that spot again, and she cries out as I hit it. “You belong to me, Hannah. Every part of you. And I’m going to prove it.”
“I hate you.” But her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my ass to urge me on.
“I know.” I thrust harder, and she screams. “Hate me while I fuck you. Hate me while I make you come. Hate me while your body learns that I’m the only one who can give it what it needs.”
The first orgasm builds slowly—I can feel it in the way her walls start to ripple around my cock, the way her breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, the way her hips start meeting my thrusts with desperate urgency. She doesn’t want to come. Doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of watching her shatter on my cock.
I don’t give her a choice.
I slide my hand into her hair—fisting the sweat-damp strands at the base of her skull, pulling her head back to expose the long line of her throat. Not squeezing, not restricting—just holding her, controlling her, making her feel how completely she’s at my mercy.
“Come for me, Hannah.”
