My body burns, fire pooling through my core, and I think I might combust.
But then Fang slams into me, and I’m weeping in thanks.
This isn’t like last time. This time, he knows my body, and I know his.
He fucks me at a brutal pace, the expensive pack bed creaking in protest at how hard he pounds into me.
It aches but feels spectacular.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up, and he hits me at a deeper angle, rubbing at a spot that makes me see stars.
I’m already on the precipice of a release, and I choke out stuttered cries while Fang’s thick cockhead rubs deeper and harder against me.
“Wanted to take you like this since you were in my office,” he pants in my ear. “Fuck you so deeply you never forget how I feel.”
I’m drunk on his words, my mouth open and sobbing with the delicious sensations.
“I’ve thought of a thousand ways to have you; all the different ways I can make you take my cock. And every single time, you drench me with your tight little pussy.”
Tears stream down my cheeks. I can only moan out nonsense as he fills my head with all the filthy thoughts he’s had of me.
“I wanted to claim you in my office, too. Cover you in bite marks and let everyone know that this pretty cunt belongs tome.”
He slows down his pace, giving us both a chance to breathe, slowly moving in and out of me, still rubbing against that delicious spot deep inside.
“Your scent followed me home. I could smell you on me, even when you weren’t there.” He licks at my mating gland, and I begin to tremble. “I’ve fucked my fist thinking about you too many times to count.”
At his admission, the pleasure finally crests. With a sharp cry, I spasm and shake under Fang, my pussy squeezing him in a vice like grip.
“Good girl, there you go, baby. That’s right, come all over your Alpha,” he whispers. “Come on sweetheart, one more, let me feel it.”
I wail in pleasure, the primal sounds tearing from my throat.
I come and come, slick gushing out of me until my limbs are jelly.
And Fang continues to slowly rock into me, taking his time. He mouths at my mating gland, moaning into the tender skin and sucking at it greedily.
“Please,” I beg. My body is spent, heavy with exhaustion, but I still haven’t been knotted.
Only then can my inner Omega fully rest.
“One more time,” he says, his voice as rough as gravel. “Give me one more, Omega. You can do it. Then, I’ll give you the world, my love.”
He keeps his pace slow but moves just as deep, creating a slow, delicious build of pleasure.
Then, he laces his voice with a hint of command.
“Come for me, Omega.”
And with a snap of his hips and a lick to my mating gland, I do.
I close my eyes as pleasure takes over, my voice hoarse from the cries that leave me.
My Alpha, I love you…
“I love you, too,” Fang whispers in my ear.
Then, with a low growl, he bites me.
