But for her sake—for our bonding to be perfect rather than just desperate—I'll find a way to make this last.
Even if it kills me.
CHAPTER 15
MAYA
I waketo the sensation of something warm and alive moving inside me, and for a moment my sleep-addled mind can't process what's happening. Then awareness floods back—Thorian's arms around me, his massive body curved protectively over mine, and his vines still gently pulsing within my most intimate places.
"Good morning, little omega," his voice rumbles against my throat, rough with sleep and renewed arousal. "Your scent woke me. Your heat's getting stronger."
He's right. Even after last night's thorough claiming, the fire under my skin burns hotter than before. My body feels hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming for more of his touch, more of his inhuman anatomy filling and stretching me. The gentle pulsing of his vines inside me isn't nearly enough anymore.
"I thought... I thought it would get better," I whisper, already moving restlessly against him as need builds in my core like a living thing. "But it's worse. So much worse."
"Because you're deepening," he explains, his free hand stroking my belly with possessive tenderness. "Your virgin body is learning what it was made for. What only I can give you."
His vines shift inside me, one curving to stroke that perfect spot that makes me gasp and arch against him. I'm already slick and ready, my body having spent the night adapting to his presence, craving more even in sleep.
"Please," I breathe, not caring how desperate I sound. "I need more than gentle touches now. I need..."
"I know exactly what you need, sweetheart." His voice drops to that dark, commanding tone that makes my omega nature sing with recognition. "You need to be claimed properly. Bred thoroughly."
Heat floods through me at his words, and I feel his cock—which had softened during the night—beginning to harden again against my thigh. The thick length stirs to life, and I can already sense this time will be different. More urgent. More demanding.
"My rut is starting," he admits, his scent growing more dominant and intoxicating by the moment. "Being inside you all night, breathing your virgin heat... my body knows it's time to breed my omega properly."
The vines withdraw from inside me slowly, leaving me empty and aching for more substantial filling. He repositions me with careful precision—his prehensile nature allowing him to manipulate my body exactly how he wants me without any awkward fumbling.
"Look at me," he commands softly, tilting my chin up with one finger. "I want you to see what you do to me."
His cock is fully erect now, the massive length moving with that terrifying intelligence that never fails to steal my breath. But there's something different about it this morning—more urgent in its movements, more insistent as it seeks contact with my overheated skin.
"This is what my anatomy was designed for," he growls, his hands framing my face as his cock moves between my thighs."To claim you in every position possible. To ensure my seed takes root in your perfect little body."
He positions me on my back first, spreading my legs wide so he can see every inch of me laid out beneath him. His eyes blaze with possession as he takes in my flushed skin, the evidence of my arousal coating my thighs, the way my body trembles with need for him.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his prehensile cock stroking through my folds without penetrating yet. "My perfect little omega, spread open and ready for her alpha's cock."
I arch beneath him, trying to angle myself to take him deeper, but he controls the pressure and pace completely. The ridged texture of his length drags against my sensitive flesh, making me whimper with each pass.
"Not yet," he says when I try to pull him closer. "First, you're going to learn what it feels like when I take my time with you. When I make you beg for every inch."
His cock curves with devastating precision, the tip finding my entrance and pressing just barely inside. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming, but before I can adjust, he pulls back to tease my clit instead.
"Thorian," I gasp, my hands fisting in the silk beneath me. "Please don't tease me. I need you inside me."
"But I love watching you fall apart," he murmurs, repeating the torment. "Love seeing how desperate you get for my cock."
He continues the sweet torture for what feels like hours, bringing me to the edge of climax again and again only to pull back at the last moment. His prehensile nature allows him to stimulate me in ways no human ever could—curving to hit my most sensitive spots while simultaneously teasing my entrance.
"I can smell how close you are," he observes with dark satisfaction. "But you're not going to come until my cock is buried deep inside you."
Finally, when I'm sobbing with need, he begins to press inside for real. The stretch is incredible—my body yielding inch by inch to accommodate his impossible size. The ridges along his shaft create friction that makes my vision blur as he claims me slowly.
"That's it," he encourages as I take more of him. "Such a good girl, opening up for your alpha. Taking every inch like you were made for my cock."
When he's fully seated inside me, I feel completely possessed. He fills me so thoroughly that I can barely breathe, my body stretched to its limits around his girth.
