"I know."
"I hate that my body wants you."
"I know."
"I hate that I'm starting to—" She couldn't finish. Couldn't say the word that was forming in her mind.
His knot locked them together, and she came with a broken cry, her nails raking down his back. He followed her over, his seed flooding her again, and when they were both spent and gasping, he pressed his forehead to hers.
“You please me, omega.”
“You please me too, alpha.”
ANATOLE
THE NEXT WAVE CAMEin the middle of the night.
Anatole woke to find Jeanne whimpering in her sleep, her body twisting against his, her scent thick with need. He'd beendozing with her in his arms, his cock still buried inside her from the last round, though his knot had softened enough to slip free.
"Jeanne." He stroked her hair. "Wake up."
Her eyes opened, glazed and feverish. "It hurts."
"I know." He could smell it on her, the way her heat was building again, more intense than before. The waves were getting closer together, the peaks higher. This was the dangerous part, when an omega's body could burn itself out seeking relief. "I've got you."
She grabbed at him, her movements frantic. "Now. Please. I can't wait."
"You don't have to wait." He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up. The position would let him go deeper, give her the pressure she needed. "Is this all right?"
"Yes." She pushed back against him, presenting. "Just do it. Fill me."
He positioned himself and thrust inside in one smooth stroke. The angle was different like this, tighter, and they both groaned at the sensation.
"Better?" He gripped her hips, holding her steady.
"Yes." Her fingers twisted in the ruined sheets. "More. Harder."
He gave her what she needed. Deep, driving thrusts that made the bed creak, that made her cry out with every impact. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound obscene in the quiet cabin.
"You look so good like this." He watched his cock disappear into her over and over, watched her body take him eagerly. "On your knees for your alpha. Taking everything I give you."
She moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Never." His hand slid around to cup her breast, finding her nipple hard and sensitive. "I'll give you everything. As many times as you need."
Her inner walls were fluttering around him already, building toward release. He could feel it in the way she was clenching, in the increased slick coating his cock.
"Touch yourself." He released her breast, needing both hands to grip her hips. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She slid one hand between her legs, and he felt the brush of her fingers against the base of his cock as she found her clit. The sensation made him groan.
"That's it." His rhythm was getting erratic, his knot beginning to swell. "Come for me. Show me how good it feels."
She came with a wail, her whole body shaking, and the feeling of her inner walls clamping down on him pushed him over the edge. He thrust deep one last time, his knot swelling to lock them together as his release hit.
But this time, as his seed flooded her, as her orgasm rippled through her, something else happened.
The bond.
