My orgasm is close. He feels it, senses it.
"When you come on my cock, I'm going to knot you, and then you'll know you belong with me. That I'm your Alpha. I'm your mate. Claiming bite or not. Do you hear that, Omega? You're mine and I'm yours."
"Yes!" I cry out, my back arching and my toes curling.
"Do you want my knot, Halley? Do you want me to fill you up?"
"Yes, Alpha! Please Lieutenant Viper," I'm nearly screaming, and I'm sure everyone in the fortress can hear, but I don't care. All I care about is the Alpha between my thighs and the orgasm that's about to burst every cell in my body.
"Take it,” he snarls. “Take my knot, Omega."
He thrusts once more, deep and devastating.
The swell locks inside me. My muscles clamp down, and the stretch sears.
The feeling is so intense that I can't breathe. I can't move, can't think, can't do anything but feel.
He grunts, his hips jerking.
The base of his cock catches at my entrance, dragging against my swollen rim, tugging with an almost cruel persistence.
His knot.
I've never even seen an Alpha's knot, let alone taken one.
It’s too much. The burn, the fullness, the pressure, none of it feels possible to endure. I panic.
I can’t do it. I can’t take him.
It's not just the physical knot. It’s everything. The way his emotions pour through the bond into me.
His need to be accepted and loved, his fear of rejection, his anger at the world, his happiness that I'm here in his arms.
I claw at the thread of my thoughts, trying to find one that feels like mine.
‘Viper,’I think.‘It’s too much. I can’t.’
I'm drowning, and I can't breathe, and I can't escape the weight of his feelings, and I can't get away from the physical intrusion of his cock and knot. I'm not enough, not strong enough, not brave enough, notgoodenough.
His arms close around me, a cocoon of strength and heat, and his voice slips into my mind. A steady pulse of care.
‘I’ve got you. My perfect, sweet Omega. Everything I’ve ever wanted. Best thing to ever happen to me.’
And then, just when I think I'm going to burst, hisknot locks. It catches that special place only Omegas have, a place only an Alphas knot can hit — the O-spot.
Stars burst behind my eyes. A jolt of pleasure rips through me, thick and honey-slow, replacing the fear, smothering the panic. It’s like being rewired from the inside out.
I shake as the pleasure takes hold, sweet and terrifying in its intensity.
And I want more.
With a roar that shakes my bones, Viper pulls me to his chest and pivots sharply.
His body folds around me as he drops onto an upturned barrel, his weight making it groan in protest.
I land on his lap, and gravity does the rest.
I slide down, deeper than I thought possible, until the thick head of his cock presses against my cervix. I expect it to hurt. Instead, it feels good.
