His eyes go dark as the air in the room snaps with electricity. “Okay. What my omega wants, my omega gets,” he growls and then thrusts all the way inside in one stroke.
Pure ecstasy envelopes me, blanking my mind and filling my soul. The overwhelming contrast between being completely empty and then suddenly full has me full-on sobbing now.
“So good,” I whisper, breath catching as his cock nails my prostate. “So fucking good to me, alpha.”
His mouth finds my gland, and sensation has me holding my breath. The pressure is firm and possessive in a way that sends warmth flooding through me. It aches just enough to make my toes curl, a sharp reminder that this is really happening.
My body reacts before my mind can catch up. I cling to him instinctively, my arms tightening around his shoulders and legs locking around his hips. I’m overwhelmed in the best way. He’s solid and grounding.
He’s mine.
My alpha is marking me as his. His mark deep in my neck as he thrusts his throbbing cock into my hole over and over, wrecking me for anyone else.
His knot grows at the base of his thick appendage, catching on the rim each time he thrusts in. It adds another layer to the pleasure flowing through me. When his knot is large enough, it forces my hole to spread wider than should be possible, causing a sharp burn that makes me whimper pitifully.
“Shhh,” he coos gently, “I’m gonna give you my knot, Fylgja. You want my knot, don’t you? Of course you do.So.Fucking.Perfect.My.Perfect.Little.Omega.”His thrusts are timed with each word, gaining speed as the next one leaves his mouth.
The large head of his cock hits perfectly every single time asmy rim stretches impossibly wide around his knot until I suck him in deep and hold him there. I can feel his balls throbbing and tight against my ass. My orgasm is constant, spurts of cum bursting from my tip to cover my stomach as my slick leaks like a burst pike from my well-used hole. My vision blurs until the only thing that exists in my world is him. Buried inside of me. Whispering sweet praise into my ear as he shakes and squeezes me tight. He fills me up, his cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat deep inside my body.
He shudders against me, breath catching in little gasps as his orgasm nears completion. We’re locked together, his knot clenched by my core with each breath I take. For this one moment, I’m at peace. My omega is sated. I’m happy.
The decision to stay married is terrifying, made in a blur of neon lights, impulsive vows, and feelings I haven’t fully untangled yet. For a while, the future felt like the edge of a cliff, uncertain and vast. Ready to drop off if I took one wrong step.
But somewhere along the way, that fear loosened its grip on me.
Now, when I think of what comes next, my chest no longer tightens. It opens. I find myself imagining mornings that don’t feel lonely, and late nights filled with laughter and shared exhaustion. I picture a future shaped by both of our dreams instead of just my own. The idea of building something together no longer feels like a gamble. It feels like an adventure.
And yeah… I’m excitedabout the sex.
Not just the heat of it, but the promise of it. The way it will change as we learn each other’s bodies better. The small tells and unspoken cues. The kind of intimacy that only comesfrom trust and time. If our first time was any indication, then what’s waiting down the line is going to be incredible.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not bracing for the future.
I’m looking forward to it.
Chapter Twenty-four
Aksel
“Hale has shown tremendous growth since the beginning of this competition,” Cammie says, folding her notes against her knee. “Are you helping him in any way?”
“He’s always been amazing. He never needed my help. He needed someone in his corner who was willing to fight for him when things got hard.”
“That’s not a no.”
Aksel’s eyes narrows and he refuses to elaborate on his answer.
Chapter Twenty-five
I’m your host, Ewan McManus. Welcome to Tattoo Spectacle.
Tonight is going to be a little different than usual.
We started this competition with fifty artists. Now, only four remain. And for the first time, the people who helped shape them, the ones who believed in them, worried about them, and probably tried to talk them out of this, are here with us.
To the families: welcome. You’ve watched them chase this dream from the outside. This week, you’ll get a front-row seat to the pressure, the stakes, and the reality of what it takes tomake it this far.
Be proud, but understand this. From this point on, every decision is magnified, every mistake is permanent, and one of them will leave here with a million dollars… while the other three leave with an expensive therapy bill in their future.
