“That’s perfect.” Cass caresses where he just spanked me with slow, loving circles. “Such a good girl.”
I preen at his praise, tilting my hips up. More slick rolls down the inside of my thighs and Cass lets out a pleased growl.
Then his hand leaves my backside, and I whimper at the loss, but it's only to grab the back of my neck. He forcesmy head down until my cheek is pressed flat against the mattress.
Hot, thick desire pumps through my veins as I stare at the daisies printed on the bedding right in front of my eyes. Their cheerful yellow centers blur as Cass's free hand slips between my legs, his fingers probing my entrance, circling it before sinking inside.
I moan loudly as he works me open, first with one finger, then two and three, making sure I'm good and stretched before he lines himself up.
He removes his fingers, and the emptiness is a sharp, agonizing cry in my soul.
“No!” I snarl as I curl my nails into the bedding. “Give me—” My words are cut off as Cass pushes the thick head of his cock inside me.
A deep moan rips from my throat when he bottoms out. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
The alpha doesn't wait for me to adjust. He just starts to fuck me, hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust. His cock feels impossibly huge inside me, dragging against my inner walls with a friction that builds a fire low in my belly. Every stroke pushes me closer to the edge, my pleasure growing from a warm ember into a raging inferno. I'm completely at his mercy when my orgasm hits.
My vision goes white as my body seizes, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vise. A scream tears from my lungs, raw and unrestrained.
"That's it, omega, come for me," Cass praises, his voice a rough growl that vibrates through my whole body. But he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking me through it, his relentless strokes prolonging the pleasure until it's almost too much to bear.
Slowly, the intense waves of my orgasm begin to fade, leaving me limp and trembling. Once the frantic fluttering of my pussy subsides, Cass grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my upper body up, so my back is flush against his chest.
His hands wrap around my body, squeezing my breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching my hard nipples. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers filthy things. "God, you're so fucking tight," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body. "You're gripping me like you never want to let me go. Your body was made for my cock."
He punctuates the words with a sharp thrust, forcing a gasp from my lips. "Look at you," he continues, one hand sliding down to grip my hip, holding me in place. "This perfect ass, this soft stomach... you were built to be fucked like this. Aren't you?”
I nod, too lost to my pleasure to speak.
But the truth is I love the feel of him inside me. The weight of him at my back. The possession in his touch. It's a weird, distant thought that whispersI’m where I belong. And I want to believe that, but I've never enjoyed the feel of an alpha's hands on me before.
But with Cass, it's all I want.
“I can feel you getting wetter for me.” Cass’s breath is hot against my neck. “You love this, don't you? Love being filled up, stretched out until you can't think of anything else." His teeth graze the sensitive spot right beneath my ear. "Say my name, omega. Let me hear who this perfect body belongs to."
"C-Cass," I stutter out, his name a broken plea on my lips as he reaches down between my legs. His rough fingers find my swollen clit, rubbing tight, mercilesscircles.
A fresh jolt of electricity shoots through me, and I buck against the alpha. He nips at the sensitive skin of my scent gland, and a primal instinct takes over. I tilt my head to the side, baring my neck to him in a silent, desperate offering, silently begging him to bite me, to claim me, to make me his forever.
"Is that what you want, omega?" he growls against my skin, his teeth scraping over the sensitive gland. "You want my mark?"
A tiny, terrified part of my mind screams no, a frantic warning that's instantly drowned out by the tidal wave of pleasure.
My body is too wound up, too desperate for release.
Cass’s fingers on my clit are my undoing, and I come hard, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a storm. I scream the word "yes," a raw, guttural sound of pure surrender. And as the word is still echoing in the room, Cass bites down hard, breaking my skin.
Blinding pain explodes in my neck as a bond with the alpha forces its way into my head, an unbreakable chain snapping into place.
The instant connection is a disorienting violation.
It feels raw and ripped open, a psychic wound that floods my mind with everything that is him. I'm suddenly, shockingly aware of Cass's own pleasure, a dark, possessive satisfaction that mixes with my own agony.
At the same moment, his knot pops inside me, a thick, bulging intrusion that stretches my pussy painfully wide. The pain doubles, turning into a white-hot spear that rips through me, and for a second, the world goes black.
I pass out from the sheer overwhelming force of it.
When I come to, my consciousness drifts back in pieces. The first thing I feel is the deep, rhythmic pulse of Cass’scock inside me, pumping me full of his hot cum, so much that it feels like it's filling my entire body. The second is the gentle, wet heat of his mouth on my neck, his tongue laving over the fresh, throbbing mark on my neck, cleaning the wound he made. The possessive act sends a shudder through me, a strange mix of revulsion and a terrifying, deep-seated sense of rightness. I am his.
