And he’s always there to fill me.
He takes me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, bent nearly in half while he drives into me so deep I feel him everywhere. The angle makes every thrust hit that spot inside me, and I come twice before he even speeds up—helpless, shaking orgasms that leave me clawing at his arms and sobbing his name. When he finally comes, his knot swells and locks us together, and I feel his seed flooding deep while we wait for it to release.
He takes me from behind again, one hand fisted in my hair while the other grips my hip, pulling my head back while he pounds into me. “Who do you belong to?” he demands, and I don’t even hesitate.
“You, Alpha. I belong to you.”
“Good girl.”
I come on the praise alone, my pussy clenching around him while he groans his approval. His knot swells, locking us together, and I feel his release flooding into me while my walls milk him through the bond. Through the bond, I feel how muchhe likes that—how much it satisfies something deep inside him to hear me admit it while his knot pulses inside me.
He sits with his back against the headboard and pulls me into his lap, making me ride him while his hands control my hips. I’m dwarfed by him in this position—straddling thighs thicker than my torso, looking up at a face that’s still a foot above mine even with him sitting. His cock spears up into me, impossibly thick, stretching me open around the ridged shaft.
I’m too weak to set my own pace, too far gone to do anything except take what he gives me. He bounces me on his cock like I weigh nothing—and to him, I probably don’t—using me for his pleasure while mine builds and builds and builds.
“Please,” I beg, grinding down on him, trying to take him deeper even though he’s already hitting the end of me. “Please, Alpha, I need to come—”
“Not yet.” He holds me still, his cock buried to the hilt, and tears leak from my eyes at the denial. His hands span my entire waist, holding me in place like a doll. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Please—”
His hand slides up my body—over my belly, between my breasts, up my chest—until his fingers curl around the back of my neck. The grip is firm, controlling, tilting my head back until I’m looking up at him.
The relief is instant.
All the tension I’ve been carrying—the resistance, the shame, the desperate attempt to hold onto who I used to be—it drains out of me the moment he takes control. I don’t have to fightanymore. Don’t have to decide. He’s holding me, controlling me, and all I have to do is feel.
“Beg harder,” he says, his thumb stroking along my jaw while his other hand holds my hip immobile.
“Please, Alpha, I’ll do anything.” The words pour out of me, shameless and desperate. “I need it so badly, need to come on your cock, need you to fill me up again. I’ll be so good for you, I promise, please just let me—”
He slams me down onto him and finally,finallylets me shatter.
I come so hard I scream his name loud enough to echo off the stone walls. My pussy milks his cock in desperate pulses, and I feel his knot swelling inside me—stretching my entrance, locking him deep, sealing us together as he follows me through the bond. His seed floods into me again, pulse after hot pulse, adding to the mess already inside me, nowhere to go with the knot plugging me full.
By the time the pleasure releases me, I’m crying openly, my face pressed against his chest, his knot still pulsing inside me, my body completely surrendered.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my hair. “My good girl.”
And I don’t even flinch at the words anymore.
I just want to hear them again.Chapter 14: Karax
She’s breaking so beautifully.
I watch her sleep in the brief lull between waves of heat—curled against my chest like she was made to fit there, her face slack and peaceful for the first time since I claimed her. My seed is leaking out of her, a slow trickle down her thighs that makessomething primal in me want to push it back in, fill her up again, keep her so full she can’t forget who she belongs to.
Soon. The next wave will hit within the hour, and she’ll wake up desperate and aching, reaching for me before her eyes are fully open.
For now, I let her rest.
My hand spans her lower belly, feeling the slight swell where my cum has been pooling for the past day and a half. She’s taken so much of it. Taken everything I’ve given her—my cock, my knot, my seed, my commands. And with every orgasm, every whisperedAlpha, every time she goes limp and pliant in my grip, I feel the old Hannah slipping further away.
The warrior is still in there. I can see her sometimes, in the moments between pleasure—a flash of defiance in those gray eyes, a tensing of muscles that speaks of escape attempts she’s too exhausted to make. She hasn’t surrendered completely. Not yet.
But she will.
The bond pulses between us, and I feel her dreams bleeding into my awareness. She’s dreaming of me, of course. Of my hands on her body, my cock inside her, my voice telling her she’s good. Even in sleep, she’s being remade—her mind catching up to what her body already knows.
