I want this moment to last for the rest of my life.
But then the velvet fluttering around my rigid length subsides, and I’m overcome with the urge to move. I begin to thrust, slowly at first, relishing every ridge, every square inch of her as she squeezes me.
Emma was made for me. Made for this.
I thank Ulf for my stalwart control as I battle against the rut, against the need to fuck her as hard as I want to. I don’t want to break her, and the size difference between us is significant. She feels so little, so fragile in my arms.
She closes her eyes, obviously lost in sensation, and I order her to open them once more. I want to drown in those blue depths, want to see every nuance of desire she has for me.
I want to see her come again, to feel her tight heat clutching around me like a pounding heart.
At the same time, a prickling sensation begins in my balls and lower belly, spreading until it’s taken over my entire body, and at the point where Emma and I are joined, the knot begins to form.
The little breathy gasps she’s been giving turn into moans and, slipping the hand on her throat around to the back of her neck, I yank her face to mine, suddenly desperate to kiss her again. I thrust harder, fucking her in earnest now, crushing my lips over hers and mimicking my cock’s movements with my tongue against her own. Her honey taste is everything.
Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders and, just like when she bit my lip before, the sharp pain excites and infuriates me at the same time. Without conscious thought, I deliver a hard slap to her ass, the sound of which makes my ears ring.
To my astonishment, I feel her cunt gush and contract, and she lets out a low moan of pure pleasure.
Could it be that she enjoys pain?
To test that theory, I slap her again, even harder, and her reaction is unmistakable.
And it’s then that I finally allow the last tether on my control to snap, and for sheer instinct to take over.
It’s raw. It’s primal. It’s animalistic. Every nerve ending in my body is ablaze; my entire focus is narrowed down to one thing: the sweet, hot Omega who’s now joined to me not just physically, but on an elemental level.
Her gasps have taken on a new tone and she’s shaking in my arms, her long lashes fluttering as she closes her eyes. She might be coming again; she might be moaning because I’m gripping her so hard that I’m hurting her—truth be told, I’m too far gone to care. The roar begins in my gut at the same time as my own climax heralds its arrival.
The knot at the base of my cock has expanded fully now, making it impossible to thrust any deeper. I’m sealed into Emma’s cunt and even so, I’m still trying to fuck her, hammering my pelvis against hers as my balls tighten and I come.
Acting on sheer instinct, I lower my head and bite, sinking my teeth into the soft skin where her throat meets her shoulder. Her scream heightens the sensations in my cock as it pulsates inside her, filling her up, every jolt adding more seed to her overflowing pussy until the ecstasy finally begins to abate, and I slow my movements to an eventual stop.
I feel like I’m waking slowly from a dream.
My groin and upper thighs are soaked with our mingled juices—her slick and my cum are seeping out of her even around the seal formed by the knot.
Emma is trembling in my arms and I slide them around her, holding her close, burying my nose in her silky golden hair, willing her to calm. To settle.
She’s silent but her shoulders are shaking. Is she crying? Is it still arousal? I want to speak to her, to reassure her, but I feel like the wind has been knocked out of my body. The knot is still thumping, making coherent thought almost impossible.
Desperate to comfort the female I have just taken as my own, I use the only tool currently at my disposal. I begin to purr.
Almost immediately, her trembling starts to subside. Deliberately taking deep, slow, circular breaths so I can hum for her without interruption, I focus entirely on Emma, marveling at the way I can detect her mood shift in her scent.
Where before, there was a potent cocktail of spicy fear and honeyed arousal, both have abated somewhat. There’s still an undercurrent of lust, but something else has overtaken the fear. I’m not entirely sure what it is but she’s no longer shaking, so I’m assuming it’s a good thing.
The knot is softening, and I’m amazed at the pang I feel in my chest at the thought of pulling out of her. Of no longer being joined to her in the most primal and natural of ways.
Then I remember that, in the throes of my climax, I did something to ensure I’ll be joined to her in every and any way I choose, forever.
I gave her the claiming bite.
Once an Alpha has bitten his mate, she belongs to him. He can sense her presence and her absence as surely as he can feel the rain on his skin. He is attuned to her moods, her wants, her pain. And he will not let anyone or anything come between them.
This little Omega might not know it yet, but this first fuck was just the start. She was made for me; her soft, hot little body was created solely for me to own, to possess, to enjoy, to cherish. I will rut her, purr for her, provide for her…
I will breed her…
