"Yes." I pushed back against him, wanting it, craving it with an instinct I didn't fully understand, my voice fierce with want. "Do it. Knot me. I want it. I want all of you."
He pushed forward, and the stretch was incredible — pressure and fullness and a hint of pain that teetered on the edge of too much before melting into something indescribable. His knot pressed past my entrance, spreading me impossibly wide, and then it was inside, swelling larger, locking us together. The sensation of being filled so completely, of being tied to him in the most intimate way possible, of feeling his knot pulse against places inside me I didn't know existed — it triggered anotherorgasm that had me keening into the sheets, my whole body shaking, my walls clamping down on him.
He came with a roar that shook the walls, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding me with heat. I could feel every spurt, every throb, the knot holding everything inside me, filling me until I felt like I might burst.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just breathed together, panting, sweating, connected in the most primal way two bodies could connect. Then he shifted, careful of where we were tied, rolling us onto our sides and pulling me back against his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist, his hand splaying protectively over my stomach, his purr rumbling to life against my back — a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through both of us.
"You okay?" His voice was softer now, some of the desperate edge faded, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin, his hand stroking soothingly over my stomach. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"
"I'm perfect." I turned my head to catch his lips in a soft kiss, tasting myself on his tongue, feeling his knot pulse inside me, my voice thick with satisfaction, my body humming with afterglow. "That was... I don't have words for what that was."
"It's not over." His voice was apologetic, his brow furrowing with concern, his hand tightening on my stomach, his hips shifting slightly where we were still locked together, and I could feel him still hard inside me. "The knot will go down soon, and then... the need will come back. I'm sorry, I know it's a lot?—"
"Stop apologizing." I silenced him with another kiss, soft and reassuring, my hand coming up to cup his face, my thumb tracing his cheekbone, my voice firm but gentle. "I want this. All of it. However many times you need."
His eyes went bright with something that looked like tears, his arm tightening around me, his purr intensifying, his voice rough with emotion.
"I love you." The words came out fierce, certain, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath mingling with mine, his dark eyes burning into mine. "God, Aster, I love you so much."
"I love you too." I smiled against his lips, feeling his knot throb inside me, feeling completely, utterly claimed, my voice soft with contentment. "Now rest while you can. Something tells me we're going to need our strength."
We dozed together, still tied, his body wrapped around mine like a shield. I floated in a haze of satisfaction and warmth, feeling safer than I'd ever felt in my life. Then I felt him twitch inside me — the knot slowly releasing, deflating enough to slip free, his cock already stirring back to hardness against my ass — and knew the rest was over.
"Again." The word was a growl against my ear, his hands already moving, turning me to face him, pulling me against his body, his eyes dark with renewed need, his voice rough with hunger. "Need you again. Now."
This time, he sat up against the headboard, pulling me onto his lap so my back was against his chest. He lifted me easily — his strength inhuman in the grip of rut, muscles flexing as he handled me like I weighed nothing — and positioned me over his cock, the head nudging against my still-sensitive entrance.
"Take me in." His voice was rough, commanding, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me down slowly, his mouth hot against my ear, his breath ragged. "Nice and slow. Want to feel every inch slide into you."
I sank down, gasping as he filled me again, the angle different — deeper somehow, hitting places inside me that made my vision blur. My head fell back against his shoulder as I took him fully, a moan escaping my lips that bordered on a sob.
"Good girl." He groaned against my throat, his hands guiding my hips, setting a rhythm that had me bouncing in his lap, his mouth hot and wet against my neck, his teeth scraping over my pulse. "Ride me. Take what you need from my cock."
I moved against him, finding the angle that worked, chasing the pleasure that built with every roll of my hips. His hands roamed my body — squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I cried out, sliding down to where we were joined and circling the spot that made me see stars.
"Feel so good." He groaned against my throat, his hips thrusting up to meet mine, his fingers working my clit with devastating precision, his voice rough with approval. "So wet. So tight. Taking my cock so well. My perfect Omega."
"Reid." His name was a plea, a prayer, my movements becoming erratic as the pleasure built, my nails digging into his thighs, my voice high and desperate. "I'm close. I'm so close. Please?—"
"Come." The command was punctuated by a particularly deep thrust, his fingers working me faster, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, his breath hot and harsh against my ear. "Come for me. Now."
I shattered with a scream, my body clamping down on him, my vision going white. I felt his knot swelling again, locking us together, felt him empty himself inside me with a groan that vibrated through both our bodies. We collapsed against the headboard, both panting, both trembling, sweat-slicked skin sliding together. His arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest, his purr a constant rumble beneath my ear.
"Water." His voice was rough, strained, his hand stroking down my side, his lips pressing against my temple, his chest heaving. "You need water. And food. Nolan said?—"
A soft knock at the door interrupted him.
"Everything okay in there?" Nolan's voice came through the wood, soft with concern, carefully neutral, the voice of a healer checking on his patients.
"We're fine." I managed to call back, my voice hoarse, my throat raw from screaming, my body still trembling with aftershocks, a flush creeping up my cheeks at the thought of what he must have heard. "We're good."
"There's water and food outside the door." Nolan's voice was warm, gentle, carrying the care of a healer and the love of pack, no judgment in his tone. "Make sure you both stay hydrated. And Aster — call if you need anything. We're right here."
"Thank you." Reid's voice was softer now, some of the rut-haze clearing, gratitude bleeding through, his arms tightening around me, his cheek pressing against my hair. "For everything."
I heard Nolan's footsteps retreat, and then we were alone again, still locked together, still breathing hard.
"He's a good man." I shifted in Reid's lap, feeling his knot pulse inside me, feeling connected to him in the most intimate way possible, my voice soft with affection.
