His pace increases, becoming almost violent in its intensity, and I feel something changing in his body. His cock is swelling inside me, growing thicker, and I realize what's about to happen.
His knot.
"Going to lock inside you," he warns, his voice strained. "Going to knot you like the omega you are."
"Do it," I beg, past caring about anything except the overwhelming need to be completely, utterly claimed. "Knot me. Please."
When his knot finally swells to full size, locking us together completely, the sensation unravels me completely, pulling me into a current of pure feeling where thought ceases to exist. I come around him violently, my body milking him desperately as he pumps me full of his seed.
It's too much. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being claimed—it all combines to push me past my limits. Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, and the last thing I'm aware of before consciousness slips away is the feeling of being completely, utterly owned.
Mine, echoes through the bond as I fade.
The thought,Yours, echoes in my mind as I let the darkness take me.
GHAZREK
The truth of it pulses through me like a second heartbeat as I feel my knot lock us together, sealing the bond that will bind us for the rest of our lives. She lies beneath me, small and exquisite and completely claimed, her body still trembling from the force of her release. The scent of our joining fills the air—musk and sweet omega and the unmistakable perfume of a properly mated female.
The rut still has its claws in me, making coherent thought difficult, but underneath the primal satisfaction of a successful claiming runs something deeper. Pride, yes, but also a fierce protectiveness that makes my muscles coil at the thought of anyone threatening what is mine.
She's unconscious, overwhelmed by the intensity of our joining, and the sight of her flushed face and parted lips sends another surge of possessive satisfaction through me. She took me completely—every inch of my cock, every drop of my seed. Her body accepted what I gave her, proved what I knew from the moment I first caught her scent.
She was made for me.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, tasting salt and the metallic sweetness of the bond mark that brands her asbelonging to me. The taste of her blood still lingers on my tongue, rich and absolutely addictive.
My knot throbs inside her, keeping my seed locked deep where it belongs. Her inner walls flutter around me with the aftershocks of her climax, and even unconscious, her body continues to milk me greedily. As if she knows exactly what she needs.
Good girl, I think, pressing gentle kisses to the mark that glows faintly with silver light. Taking your alpha's knot so well.
The claiming was even better than I'd imagined. Watching her face as I stretched her open, feeling her body struggle to accommodate my size before surrendering completely—it was everything the rut demanded and more. She begged so sweetly, pleaded so desperately for me to fill her.
And I did. She's full of my seed now, my knot ensuring none of it can escape. Her body will have no choice but to absorb every drop, and if the gods are willing, it will take root.
The thought of her swelling with my child sends another wave of primal satisfaction through me. She'll be beautiful pregnant—her breasts growing heavy with milk, her belly rounding with the proof of my claim. Everyone will know she belongs to me, that she's been well and truly mated by her alpha.
My omega. My mate. The mother of my heirs.
She stirs slightly beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her lips as consciousness begins to return. I remain perfectly still, letting her wake naturally, savoring these final moments of our joining before my knot recedes enough to allow separation.
Her eyes flutter open, dark brown shot through with gold, and for a moment confusion clouds her features. Then awareness returns, and I watch her process where she is, what happened, what it means.
"You knotted me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying my name.
"I did," I confirm, pride threading through my voice. "You took it completely. Every inch."
Her face flushes deep red, but I can smell the arousal beneath her embarrassment. Even now, filled and claimed, her body responds to my presence. The bond between us pulses with each heartbeat, sealing what the mark began.
"I can still feel you," she says wonderingly, one small hand pressing against her belly where my knot stretches her. "So deep inside me."
"Where I belong," I tell her, shifting slightly and watching her gasp at the sensation. "Where I'll always belong."
My knot begins to soften, and I’m reluctant to lose this perfect intimacy.
She's so small beneath me, so delicate, and the size difference that aroused us both during our claiming now fills me with protective tenderness. I could crush her without effort, break her in a dozen ways without meaning to. The trust it took for her to surrender to me completely humbles me in ways I didn't expect.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, studying her face for any sign of discomfort.
