I whimper, my muscles trembling as he shifts his weight, lining himself up at my entrance. The blunt head of his cock presses against my slick folds, teasing me with the promise of what's to come. He takes his time, dragging the moment out until I'm squirming beneath him, my body begging for him to just take me. Then, with a low, guttural groan, he pushes forward, sinking into me inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, a burning pressure that borders on too much, but he doesn't stop. He seats himself fully, his hips flush against mine, filling me so completely that I can't breathe.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him.
He stills for a moment, his breathing ragged against my neck, letting me adjust to his size.
"That's it," he pants, his voice thick with praise. "Look at you taking me.” He glances down to where we’re connected. “You're so perfect, omega. So tight and wet."
Then he begins to move.
He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing all the way back in. The head of his cock hits the end of me, and my body bows off the bed, a sharp intake of breath the only sound I can manage.
Grason keeps his gaze locked on me, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses my face. He reads my reactions like a map, searching for the exact angle that makes me gasp, the depth that makes my toes curl.
He adjusts his hips, experimenting with the pace, and when I cry out, my back arching sharply, he knows he's found it.
The alpha locks onto that rhythm, driving into me with deliberate, calculated precision. He hits that glorious spot inside me over and over again, relentless and unyielding, watching me unravel beneath him. My mouth falls open, silent screams tearing from my throat as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. He grinds deep, rotating his hips just right, and I shatter, my body convulsing around him as he forces me to the peak again.
"Such a good omega," he grits out as he squeezes my breasts. “You feel incredible.” His hips slam into me. “You were made for me, Tansy. So fucking perfect." He sets a relentless pace, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the room.
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he uses me, my body responding to his roughness with a flood of fresh slick, surrendering completely to his power.
The rhythm breaks as Grason’s control finally snaps.
He buries himself deep inside me one last time, his hips grinding flush against mine, then a guttural roar tears from his throat.
I feel him pulse inside me, hot and thick, his release coating my inner walls. The sensation is intense, a scorching flood of heat that fills me completely, triggering a primal satisfaction deep in my bones.
It feels right, as if my body was made to hold him, to take everything he has to give.
Once he finishes emptying himself into me, a desperate, aching need takes over.
I want his knot.
But there’s no swelling at the base of his cock. Nothing to catch at my entrance to stretch me wider.
My body craves it, desperate to be locked to him, to be tied so he can't escape.
I turn my head to the side, baring my neck to him instinctively, a silent plea for his mating bite. I need his teeth sinking into my skin, need to be claimed by him in every way possible. The urge is overwhelming, a hunger that matches the fire still burning in my blood.
“Please.” I wrap my arms around Grason’s neck, pulling him as close as I can.
My heart thunders as he lowers his head to my exposed throat, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
I brace myself for the sharp pierce of his teeth, the claiming mark that will add his bond to Cass’s. But instead, I feel the scrape of his fangs. He drags them slowly over the sensitive skin of my scent gland, a teasing, dangerous pressure that sends shockwaves of electricity straight to my core. It’s not the bite, but the promise of it, the primal threat of his dominance so close to the most vulnerable part of me.
The sensation is too much, a final trigger that shatters my remaining control.
My back arches off the bed, a silent scream tearing from my lips as I come again.
My inner walls clamp down around his cock, pulsing and rippling as the orgasm tears through me, violent and all-consuming. The grip is so tight, it forces another spurt of hot release from him, painting my insides even as he fights for breath.
"Fuck!," Grason curses, his voice strained as he tries to pull back against the vice-like suction of my body. "You're squeezing the hell out of me."
But I'm too far gone to care, spiraling out in the haze of pleasure and the phantom feeling of his mark, my entire existence focused on the weight of him and the ghost of his bite against my neck.
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