The thought should overwhelm me, but instead it fills me with deep satisfaction. This is what my omega nature has been craving—complete possession by my alpha, the certainty that I belong to him in every way possible.
"Good," I whisper against his throat, surprising us both with my eagerness. "I want to stay connected to you as long as possible."
Hours pass in a haze of intimate connection, his knot keeping us locked together while his vines stroke my skin and fertility magic flows between us. When his knot finally begins to soften enough for him to withdraw, the loss of connection makes me whimper.
But his rut isn't satisfied with just one claiming. Almost immediately, his cock begins to harden again, already seeking another round of breeding.
"On your hands and knees," he commands, his voice rough with renewed need. "I want to mount you properly this time, little omega. Show you what it means to be claimed by a Vine Court alpha."
I obey eagerly, positioning myself on the silk cushions while he moves behind me. His massive hands span my waist as he adjusts my position exactly how he wants me—back arched deeply, hips raised high, but head lowered so my chest nearly touches the ground.
"Lower," he instructs, pressing between my shoulder blades until I'm in the most submissive position possible. "I want you completely presented for mounting."
The position leaves me utterly vulnerable and exposed, exactly how his alpha nature demands. I can feel him towering above me, his massive frame casting me in shadow as he positions himself to claim me.
"Perfect," he growls approvingly. "Such a good little breeder, displaying yourself so beautifully for your alpha's cock."
He mounts me from behind and above, his weight settling over my smaller frame as he positions his cock at my entrance. But instead of the horizontal angle humans would use, his prehensile anatomy allows him to curve downward, driving into me from above at an angle that reaches impossibly deep.
"Feel that?" he asks as his length presses into me at the steep downward angle. "This is what my anatomy was designed for—to mount my omega properly and reach the deepest parts of her womb."
The angle is incredible, his cock driving down into me with each thrust like he's trying to reach my very core. His weight above me keeps me pinned in place, completely at his mercy as he claims me with devastating depth.
"Such a responsive little mate," he praises as I cry out beneath him. "Taking your alpha's mounting so perfectly."
His vines emerge to complete his dominance—some wrapping around my wrists to hold me in position, others stroking my throat and breasts, ensuring I can't move while he breeds me exactly how he wants.
"I'm going to drive so deep into you," he promises, his voice dark with rut-driven hunger. "My anatomy allows me to reach places inside your womb that will ensure my seed takes root."
He demonstrates by adjusting his angle even steeper, somehow managing to thrust downward into me while his prehensile cock curves to press directly against my cervix with each movement. The pressure is intense and overwhelming.
"No human alpha could mount you this deeply," he continues, his breathing ragged as he claims me with impossible depth. "Only I can breed you this thoroughly."
His massive frame completely covers mine, every thrust driving downward with the force of his weight behind it. I'm pinned beneath him, helpless to do anything but take everything he's giving me while he mounts me like the alpha predator he truly is.
"Going to fill you again," he promises, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives into me with punishing depth. "Going to knot you, fill you, lock you to me."
The conservatory around us has become a paradise of blooming life, fruits and flowers cascading from every surface in response to our continued coupling. The air is thick with the scent of fertile earth and growing things, all celebrating our mating.
"Sweet little pussy, so ripe and fertile," he snarls. "I'll pump your pussy so full of my seed that you'll be bred by morning."
"Yes," I sob, completely overwhelmed by the impossible sensations his prehensile anatomy creates. "Breed me, fill me, use your cock however you need to make me carry your heir."
When his knot swells this time, locking us together as he floods me with another massive load, I scream his name so loudly that birds take flight from the conservatory roof. The angle and pressure from this position makes the knotting even more intense, his seed driven deeper by the unique positioning only his anatomy makes possible.
"Mine," he growls possessively as we catch our breath, his arms wrapped around me protectively. "My omega, my mate, my perfect little breeder who can take everything I give her."
And as his knot keeps us locked together while his seed settles deep inside me, surrounded by the paradise our coupling has created, I know he's absolutely right.
I am his. Completely, irrevocably his in every way that matters.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
CHAPTER 17
MAYA
I wake still lockedon Thorian's knot, but every nerve ending in my body is on fire. My heat has deepened overnight into something that makes me feel like I'm burning from the inside out, desperate for relief that only seems to come when he's moving inside me.
