“Perfect,” he murmurs, his cock nudging at my entrance. “You’re fucking perfect.”
His cock breaches me in one slow, inexorable thrust. The stretch burns, my body giving way as he sinks deeper. I bite down on the pillow to stifle a raw sound as he bottoms out, his hips flush to my ass. The desperate need that's been clawing at me from the inside eases, replaced by the fullness of his thick length pulsing inside me.
“So hot,” Rowan grits out, his fingers digging into my hips. “Are you trying to melt my cock off, precious?”
He gives me no time to adjust, pulling back until only the flared head remains inside, and slams forward. The force sends me face-first into the mattress.
“Fuck,” I gasp, the curse muffled by the sheets.
His pace turns brutal, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into my slick hole fill the room, obscene and filthy. My dick bobs untouched between my legs, dripping onto the sheets.
Rowan leans over me, chest pressed to my back, and gathers my wrists in one large hand. He pulls them up, pinning them above my head as he drives into me.
His free hand slides beneath my chest. “Want to see you.”
In one fluid motion, he flips me onto my back without withdrawing. The change in angle sends his cock dragging across my prostate, and stars burst across my vision as I cry out. He pushes my knees up, folding me in half as he bends over me.
“There you are,” he purrs, his hips never stilling. “Let me see those pretty eyes roll back while I fuck you stupid.”
He maneuvers us toward the headboard, my shoulders hitting the solid wood. The position traps me, gives me nowhere to retreat as Rowan bears down. My hands fly to his shoulders, nails scratching the hard muscles as he pounds into me.
“Please,” I sob, unsure what I’m begging for.
Rowan’s mouth finds my collarbone, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. The pain draws another pulse of pre-cum that pools on my stomach. He sucks hard, ensuring a mark will bloom there by morning, before he moves to create another, and another, a constellation of claims across my chest.
My head thrashes on the pillows, body caught in the throes of pleasure so intense that all other thoughts become meaningless. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, the fullness almost too much to bear, yet not enough to satisfy the Heat-driven hunger.
“More,” I demand. “Harder.”
A hungry growl comes from him. “Greedy little Omega.”
He withdraws, leaving me empty and whining. Before I can protest, he flips me onto my stomach again. He yanks my ass up, positioning me on my knees.
“This what you want?” He slams back into me with a force to steal my breath. “To be fucked like the needy slut you are?”
“Yes,” I sob into the sheets, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Yes, please.”
His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. The angle strains my neck, but thediscomfort fades beneath the onslaught of pleasure as he hammers into me. The headboard slams into the wall with each thrust, the rhythm matching the pounding of my heart.
Slick runs down my thighs, pooling beneath my knees on the sheets. My dick throbs, desperate for touch, but I can’t coordinate my limbs enough to reach for it. All of my focus narrows to the point where Rowan’s cock stretches me open, filling the all-consuming emptiness brought on by my Heat.
“Fucking perfect.” Rowan's grip on my hair tightens. “Taking my cock so well.”
His other hand snakes around to circle my throat, applying enough pressure to make my pulse jump against his palm. The subtle restriction of air sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, my inner walls clenching around his length.
“You want to come, precious?” He caresses my jawline. “Want to paint the sheets while I breed you full?”
The filthy words release another rush of slick around his thick length. “Yes, Alpha, please.”
His hips snap forward with renewed vigor, the slap of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. My body draws tight as a wire pulled to breaking, every thrust driving me closer to the edge.
Rowan releases my hair to grip my hip with bruising force, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit the sweet spot inside me that blurs my vision. His other hand wraps around my neglected dick, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he urges, rough with exertion. “Give it to me. Come on my cock.”
The dual assault proves too much, and the tension inside me shatters, release crashing through me in waves that steal my breath and blank my mind. My body convulses around Rowan’s length, inner walls clamping down as my dick pulses in his grip, painting the sheets with thick ropes of cum.
Rowan’s rhythm falters, his thrusts growing erratic. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
