“You feel so good like this.” He drapes his massive body over my back, his chest covering me entirely, his mouth at my ear. “So small beneath me. So helpless. I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t stop me.”
“Don’t want to stop you.” I’m pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him as deep as I can. “Want you to use me. Want you to fill me up. Want you to breed me—”
He growls and his pace increases, fucking into me with a ferocity that makes the bed frame groan. I can feel another orgasm building—they come faster during heat, each one more intense than the last—and I let myself fall into it.
“That’s it.” His hand finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounds into me. “Come on my cock like a good omega. Show me how much you love being fucked by your Alpha.”
I shatter.
The orgasm is so intense I actually scream, my whole body convulsing around him. And this time, he comes too—I feel his cock pulse inside me, feel another flood of hot release, feel his knot start to swell again.
“Again?” My voice is incredulous, overwhelmed. “You’re knotting me again?”
“Three more days,” he reminds me, his voice strained as his knot locks us together. “At least.”
I drop my face to the mattress and sob with pleasure as the second knotting triggers another chain of orgasms.
We stay locked together for another hour.
When his knot finally deflates, he pulls out and flips me onto my back, lifting my legs over his shoulders. The new position folds me nearly in half, my knees by my ears, my pussy completely exposed and vulnerable.
“I want to watch your face,” he says, and then he’s inside me again.
From this angle, I can see everything—his massive form looming over me, his cock disappearing into my body, the way my stomach distends every time he bottoms out. I can see his muscles flex with each thrust, can see the silver veins in his bronze skin pulse with magic, can see the predatory satisfaction in his golden eyes.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He hooks my ankles over his shoulders and leans forward, pressing me deeper into the mattress. The position makes him feel even bigger, impossibly deep. “Spread open for me. Full of my cock. My seed.Mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, because what else can I say? He’s right. I belong to him—not because of the bond, not because of the biology, but because I chose this. I chose him.
And I’d choose him again.
The heat doesn’t let up.
I lose track of time somewhere in the second day—or maybe the third. The world narrows to this room, this bed, this massive body that keeps filling me over and over until I forget what it felt like to be empty.
The third round happens against the wall.
I don’t know how we got here—one moment I’m stumbling toward the bathing chamber, desperate for water, and the next he’s behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock pressing against my ass.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is a growl in my ear.
“Water. I need—”
“What you need is right here.” He lifts me like I weigh nothing—because to him, I don’t—and pins me against the stone wall. My feet dangle a foot off the ground. My back is pressed against cold rock while his chest burns hot against my front.
And then he’s inside me again.
I scream as he slides home, my body opening for him despite how many times he’s already taken me. The angle is different like this—he’s thrusting up into me, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my eyes. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, but they don’t even come close to meeting around his massive frame.
“That’s it.” He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, holding me in place while he fucks up into me. “Take it. Take all of it.”
“I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that drives me higher up the wall. “You were made for this. Made to take my cock. Made to be filled and bred andowned.”
The words should make me angry. Should remind me of everything he did, everything he took from me.
Instead, they make me come so hard I see white.
