"Perfect," he breathes, staying still to let me adjust. "Look how well you take me, little omega. Like your body was designed specifically for mine."
Then he begins to move, and I realize everything before this was just preparation. His thrusts are deep and powerful, his prehensile cock curving to hit spots inside me that make me scream with pleasure. The combination of his size and the way he can move independently inside me is overwhelming.
"More," I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Harder, please."
He obliges, increasing his pace until the sound of our bodies coming together fills the conservatory. His breathing grows ragged as he fights to maintain control, but I can see the beast beneath his civilized surface threatening to break free.
"You're so tight," he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me. "So perfect and hot and wet. Made just for breeding."
The dirty talk sends another flood of arousal through me, my body clenching around his length in response. He responds with a thrust so deep I feel him against my cervix, and the sensation makes me cry out his name.
"Again," I gasp. "Do that again."
He smiles with predatory satisfaction before repositioning us both. In one fluid movement, he flips me onto my hands and knees, his cock never leaving my channel as he mounts me from behind.
"This is how alphas are meant to breed their omegas," he says, his voice rough with barely controlled rut. "Deep and hard until they're full of seed."
The new angle lets him go even deeper, and I can feel him everywhere. His massive hands span my waist as he begins to thrust with renewed vigor, each movement driving him impossibly deep inside me.
"You feel that?" he asks, his breathing growing more ragged. "Feel how deep I am? How thoroughly I'm claiming every part of you?"
I can only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely possessed. His prehensile cock moves inside me with independent intelligence, finding new angles and pressures that make my vision blur with pleasure.
"Such sweet sounds," he murmurs, leaning over me to press kisses along my spine. "I could listen to you cry out for my cock all day."
He proves his point by changing his angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes me scream with pleasure. My arms give out, leaving me face-down with my hips raised as he continues to claim me with devastating precision.
"That's it," he encourages as I shake beneath him. "Let go, little omega. Let your alpha take care of you."
I surrender completely to the pleasure he's giving me, my body responding to his dominance with desperate arousal. When the first orgasm hits, it's so intense I see stars, my inner walls clamping down on his length as waves of pleasure crash through me.
But he doesn't stop. If anything, my climax seems to drive him wilder, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chases his own release.
"Going to breed you," he growls, his control finally starting to crack. "Fill you so full of my seed that it has no choice but to take root."
The promise sends another wave of heat through me, and I push back against his thrusts, desperate for everything he's offering.
"Yes," I breathe, too far gone to feel shame about my eager responses. "Breed me, fill me, make me carry your heir."
His response is immediate and devastating. He pulls out completely, leaving me empty and aching, before flipping me onto my back again. This time when he enters me, it's with single-minded determination.
"I want to see your face when I knot you," he explains, his golden-green eyes blazing with possession. "Want to watch you come apart when I fill you completely."
He sets a punishing pace, his prehensile cock driving into me with precision that makes me scream with each thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes through the conservatory, mixing with our ragged breathing and my desperate cries.
"Close," I gasp, feeling another climax building impossibly fast. "I'm so close."
"Not yet," he commands, somehow managing to maintain control even as his own breathing becomes labored. "Wait for me, little omega. We're going to come together when I knot you."
He continues the relentless pace, driving me higher and higher until I'm balanced on the knife's edge of release. His own control is fraying—I can see it in the tension of his massive frame, the way his breathing grows more ragged with each moment.
"Please," I sob, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I can't wait much longer."
"Almost," he promises, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Just a little longer, sweetheart."
Then I feel it—the beginning of his knot starting to swell inside me. The sensation is indescribable, a fullness that goes beyond anything I've experienced as he begins to lock us together.
"Now," he growls, his knot expanding rapidly as he buries himself to the hilt. "Come with me, little omega."
