I shatter around him with a scream that probably echoes through the entire palace, my inner walls clamping down on his swelling knot as the most intense orgasm of my life tears through me. He follows immediately, roaring his release as he floods me with what feels like an impossible amount of seed.
His knot continues to swell, locking us together completely as his cock pulses inside me. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely filled, sends aftershocks through my already oversensitive body.
"Perfect," he breathes against my throat, his arms wrapping around me as we both struggle to catch our breath. "My perfect little omega, taking my knot so beautifully."
I can feel his seed settling deep inside me, so much that it seems to fill every available space. His knot keeps us locked together, ensuring nothing escapes as my body begins the process of accepting what he's given me.
"How long?" I ask, my voice hoarse from screaming.
"Hours," he admits, nuzzling my throat. "My knots are designed to ensure conception. We'll be locked together until my body is certain you're bred."
The thought should be overwhelming, but instead it fills me with deep satisfaction. This is what my omega nature has beencraving—complete possession by my alpha, the certainty that I belong to him in every way that matters.
"Good," I whisper, surprising us both with my eagerness. "I want to stay connected to you as long as possible."
His response is a low growl of satisfaction as he settles more comfortably around me, careful not to disturb our intimate connection.
"Mine," he murmurs possessively. "My omega, my mate, my perfect little breeder."
As his knot keeps us locked together and his seed settles deep inside me, I know with absolute certainty that my body has found exactly what it was made for.
And this is just the beginning.
CHAPTER 16
MAYA
I waketo the sensation of Thorian's hands stroking my back, gentle touches that somehow make the fire under my skin burn even hotter than before. Last night changed everything. I'm no longer the terrified virgin who arrived at this academy weeks ago—I'm his omega, claimed and bred and knotted so thoroughly that my body still aches with the memory of his possession.
"How do you feel, little one?" His voice is soft against my ear, but I can hear the strain in it. His own need hasn't been fully satisfied either.
"Different," I whisper, because it's true. Everything about my body feels transformed, awakened to sensations I never imagined. "But still... empty. I need more."
His answering growl vibrates through his chest, making my core clench with renewed arousal. "Your heat is deepening. And now that you're no longer virgin, your body can handle much more intensive claiming."
The reminder of what we shared sends liquid heat flooding between my thighs. He was so careful with me, so reverent as he took my innocence. But I can sense that restraint won't be necessary anymore.
"I want to please you," I tell him, surprising myself with the boldness of the admission. "Last night you gave me so much pleasure. I want to learn how to give you that same feeling."
His golden-green eyes flare with heat, pupils dilating as my scent strengthens with arousal. "Such a generous omega. Always thinking of your alpha's needs."
He guides me to straddle his hips, my naked body on full display in the morning light filtering through the conservatory windows. His cock is already hard beneath me, the massive length moving with that terrifying intelligence that makes my breath catch.
"First lesson," he says, his hands spanning my waist as he positions me exactly where he wants me. "Learn how your body affects mine."
I follow his guidance, settling over his thighs so I can reach his impressive anatomy. Even after last night, his size still amazes me—thick as my wrist and ridged with textures designed for maximum sensation. But now I know how perfectly it fits inside me, how those ridges feel dragging against my inner walls.
"Touch me," he commands softly. "Explore what belongs to you now."
My hands shake slightly as I reach for him, but not from fear. From anticipation. His prehensile cock responds to my touch immediately, curving toward my fingers like it recognizes me.
"That's it," he encourages as I wrap my hands around his girth. "Feel how eager I am for your touch."
I marvel at the warm, silky skin over steel-hard flesh. The ridges create interesting textures under my palms, and I experiment with different pressures and movements. When I stroke along a particularly prominent ridge, he groans and his hips flex involuntarily.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, immediately concerned.
"No, sweetheart," he breathes, his voice rough with arousal. "That felt incredible. Do it again."
