His knot was softening now, slipping free with a wet sound that made them both gasp. She whimpered at the loss, at thesudden emptiness, and more come gushed from her, soaking the already-ruined sheets.
"Easy." He rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
"I need—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Her body was twisting with need, her inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
"I know what you need." He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock sliding through her folds. "You need your alpha to mount you. To fill you up. To knot you until you can't remember your own name."
"Yes." The word came out as a sob. "Please, Anatole. I'm so empty."
He thrust inside in one long stroke, and she cried out at the perfect stretch of it. He was still slick from their previous joining, his cock gliding in easily despite his size. But this time there was no hesitation, no careful working her open. Her body was ready for him, had been opened by his knot, and she took him to the hilt with a moan of relief.
"There." His hips were flush against hers, his cock buried as deep as it could go. "Is that what you needed?"
"Yes." She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper even though there was nowhere left to go. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't." He began to move, long deep strokes that made her see stars. "I'll give you everything you need. As many times as it takes."
The second wave was different from the first. There was less desperation, less frantic urgency. He moved with deliberate intent, his hips snapping in a steady rhythm, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp with every thrust.
"Look at you." His voice was rough with arousal. "Taking my cock so well. Your body was made for this, wasn't it? Made to be filled by an alpha."
She should have hated the words, but her omega nature purred at the praise, at being told she was good, that she was doing well.
"More." She dug her nails into his shoulders. "Harder."
He growled, low and possessive, and his pace increased. The sound of their bodies coming together grew louder, obscene and wet, and she could smell her slick mixing with his seed from before, the scent filling the cabin until she was drowning in it.
"You want it harder?" He grabbed her thighs, pushing them up toward her chest, opening her wider. "Like this?"
The new angle let him thrust deeper, and she screamed. It was too much and not enough all at once, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"That's it." He was panting now, sweat beading on his forehead. "Let me hear you. Let the whole ship know who's making you feel this good."
She was beyond caring who heard. Beyond caring about anything except the thick cock driving into her over and over, the pressure building in her core, the way his knot was beginning to swell again.
"I'm close." Her voice was breaking. "Anatole, I'm—"
"I know." He shifted one hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. "Come for me, Jeanne. Come on my cock."
The combination of his thumb circling her clit and his cock hitting deep inside her pushed her over the edge. She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice.
"Good girl." He thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out, extending it. "Such a good omega, coming so hard for your alpha."
His knot swelled again, catching on her rim with every thrust, and she was so sensitive from her orgasm that each tug sent aftershocks through her.
"Take it." He thrust deep one final time, his knot locking them together. "Take all of it."
She felt him pulse inside her, hot seed flooding her again, filling spaces that were already full from before. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm, rolling through her as he continued to come.
When the waves finally subsided, they were both gasping, tangled together, locked as tightly as before.
"How long between waves?" she managed to ask.
"Varies." He shifted them onto their sides, careful not to tug on the knot. "Could be an hour. Could be several. Your body will tell us."
An hour. Several hours. And then it would start again. Days of this, he'd said. Three to five days.
She should have been terrified. Instead, she was relieved. For three to five days, she didn't have to think about the curse, about the forbidden door, about what would happen after. For three to five days, there was only this: his body against hers, his knot locked inside her, his scent surrounding her completely.
