"You like that," he observed, his voice dark with satisfaction. "You like it when it hurts, when I take away your power."
"Yes. God, yes. I like—" Another slap cut off my words. "I love everything you do to me."
"Good." His hand moved from my ass to my wrist again. A promise of control. "Because I'm going to do a lot more before this heat is over."
The possessiveness in his voice should have scared me. Instead, it made me clench around him so hard he groaned.
"You're going to come for me," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a command. "And then you're going to come again. And again. Until you can't remember anything except how I feel inside you."
"Yes." I was already climbing, the orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Yes, I want that. I want you."
"I know. You summoned me here, remember?" His hand tightened slightly wrist just enough to make me gasp. "And I'm going to give it to you."
He shifted again, his free hand moving between us to find my clit. The moment his thumb circled it, I shattered. The orgasm tore through me with brutal intensity. My back arched off the nest, my nails digging into his hand hard enough to draw blood.
But he didn't stop. Even as I came, he kept moving. Kept touching. Kept pushing me higher.
"Don't stop," I sobbed. "Please don't stop, Rowan. Sir. Please!"
"I'm not stopping." His voice was a growl. "Not until you're satisfied. Not until you've had everything you need."
He worked me through the first orgasm and straight into the second. This one was sharper, more focused, concentrated entirely where he was buried inside me.
"That's it," he murmured. "Take what you need. Use me. I'm yours."
Yours.
The word echoed in my head, mixing with the pleasure until I couldn't separate them. The second orgasm crashed into a third before I'd even recovered. He pinched my clit, holding me onthe edge of pain and pleasure until I came while bucking against him. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once.
"I can't." I gasped. "It's too much. Please!"
"You can." His thumb circled my clit again. "One more. Give me one more."
"Rowan, please?—"
"One more."
The command in his voice pushed me over the edge. The fourth orgasm was different. Deeper. A painful release that I needed. My Omega hindbrain took over completely, and I heard myself making sounds I'd never made before, growls, whimpers, and desperate pleas. And through it all, he held me. Anchored me. Kept me from flying apart completely.
When I finally came down, I was shaking. Sobbing. Clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world.
"I've got you," he murmured, his hand stroking my hair. "You're okay. You did so well."
"Don't leave," I whispered. "Please don't leave me."
"Never." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
His knot had swelled during the last orgasm, locking us together. Protected. Safe. I pressed my face into his chest and just breathed. This moment felt separate from everything else. From the heat. From the fear. From all the complications waiting on the other side. It was just us. Two people who fit together in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Rowan?" I said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this." I struggled to find the words. "For seeing me. Not just the Omega in heat. But me."
