She couldn't have stayed silent if she'd tried. Moans and whimpers spilled from her lips, mixing with the obscene wet sounds of their bodies coming together. Her arousal was everywhere, coating his cock, dripping down to the sheets, filling the room with the scent of omega in heat.
"You feel incredible." He was panting now, his rhythm growing faster. "So tight. So wet. Made for me. Your little cunt was made for my cock."
The filthy words should have shocked her. Instead, they pushed her closer to the edge, her inner walls clenching around him.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Anatole, I'm so close..."
"Then come." He shifted his angle, hitting something deep inside her that made her scream. "Come on my cock, omega. Let me feel it."
She shattered.
The orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on his cock. She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He didn't stop. Kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, extending it until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
"Again," he demanded. "You're going to come again for me."
"I can't..."
"You can." His hand slid between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. "You will. I want to feel you come apart on my cock over and over until you can't remember your own name."
His thumb circled her clit as he thrust, and impossibly, the pleasure began building again. Her oversensitive body responded to his touch, climbing toward another peak even as aftershocks from the first orgasm still rippled through her.
"That's it." His voice was strained now, his control slipping. "I can feel you getting close again. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight."
She felt his knot beginning to swell, catching on her rim with every thrust. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but she was so wet and open that her body accepted it, welcomed it.
"My knot." He was panting, his hips snapping harder. "It's going to lock us together. You're going to take it, aren't you? Going to let me knot this tight little cunt?"
"Yes." She was sobbing with pleasure now. "Yes, give me your knot. Fill me up. I need it."
He thrust deep one final time, and his knot swelled to full size, locking them together.
The stretch pushed her over the edge again. She screamed, her second orgasm crashing into her even harder than the first. Her inner walls clamped down on his knot, rippling and squeezing, and she felt him pulse inside her as his own release hit.
Hot. He was so hot inside her, his seed flooding her in thick spurts, filling her until she thought she might burst. Thesensation triggered a third orgasm, smaller but still intense, rolling through her as he continued to come.
His wolf lunged for her throat.
She felt it. Felt his body tense, felt his head start to lower toward her mating gland.
"Anatole." She grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "Anatole, no. Don't bite. You promised."
He wrenched his head to the side, his fangs sinking into the pillow beside her head. Feathers exploded around them. His whole body shook with the effort of redirecting the instinct, a roar muffled by fabric and feathers.
When the urge finally passed, he collapsed against her, still locked inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She held him, stroking his hair, feeling his heart pound against her chest.
"You did it," she whispered. "You stopped."
"You stopped me." He lifted his head, his eyes fading back to blue. "You called my name."
She brushed a feather from his beard, a tired smile curving her lips. "You bit the pillow."
"I bit the pillow." A laugh escaped him, rusty and broken. "I'll need new ones."
She laughed too, soft and exhausted, and the sound made his eyes crinkle in a way she'd never seen before.
They lay tangled together, still knotted, feathers drifting down around them. His cock was still hard inside her, his knot keeping them locked together, and she could feel small aftershocks of pleasure every time one of them shifted.
