“Yes, alpha.”
Sitting back, hands on her hips, he pushed her to turn. “Knees.”
She rolled, pulling her knees under herself, presenting her entrance for him. “Yes, Phee, good,” he praised. As he grazed his fingers down her back, then over her hips and bottom, he began to tease from the star of her anus. She felt his finger press the skin, his nail scrape across and then pressure.
“One,” he said.
Phee guessed that meant one finger. He moved it in and out. She’d hated this before. Hated this kind of disgusting touching and mocked her last husband for wanting it.
“Two,” Alreck said.
Wet with their slick, he slid the two fingers in and out of her back entrance and Phee moaned.
“Three,” he counted.
“Alpha,” Phee said.
“Such a good girl, a pretty omega. All mine. You are mine, Phee. Can you take four? Will you take four of my fingers? Show me, girl. Show your bond mate how you can take four fingers.”
Pressure, burning, pain. He pumped them in and out, pressing against all the sides as if searching for something.
Phee gasped when he found what he was looking for—a spot inside that caused an itchy, wild feeling that stole her breath and overruled her mind. Unable to manage sentences, Phee sputtered, “W-What?”
“That’s it. That’s it. Right there. This is what makes you special. Another of many. Drones and betas don’t have this. When you are in your last cycle of pregnancy, I can’t be poking my cock into your cervix, I’m gonna put it here, Phee. Every morning and every night. And you are going to love it.” He pumped his fingers against that place until she was whining, caught in a circle of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you, Phee? Tell me if you like it.” He slowed the movement down, adding two fingers stretching her in a deliberate pull.
She didn’t know. How could she answer? It hurt, it tore her apart—it stole her mind and felt amazing.
“Shall I stop? Shall I go?” The bed shifted as he moved.
“No. Don’t!”
He pulled his fingers out and circled them around her entrance.
“Alpha!” she cried.
“You are so beautiful. Such a pretty omega. Look at you.”
She couldn’t look, couldn’t move. Face down, bottom up, he held her in place with circling fingers. His weight shifted. Using his other hand he circled again, teased. He dipped in, t
“Look at you,” he breathed, his voice edging toward a growl.
“Please, alpha. Need your knot. I need you.”
“Yes. Yes, that’s right, Phee. And I need you.” At last, he stopped, leaning over her body.
Phee fell from the sky, flightless. His chest covered her back, and she was thankful for his weight. She breathed deep, trying to catch herself. He gave her no time to rest, presenting his drenched hand for her to taste.
Phee didn’t think. Her mouth opened when he pressed his fingers against her lips. He smeared their shared essence over her tongue. The spice of it danced in her head as she sucked off every bit. Feeding her, he did it again and again.
“Good, Phee. Good. My heaven. That’s it. Taste us.”
They were naked souls, stripped to their primitive, elemental natures, imprinting the codex of their being on one another. One more pump of his fingers, then he drew the wet up, back to her star, and pushed the blunt tip of his thumb past the ring of muscle at the same time he notched his cock into her womanhood.
Phee’s squawk became a moan at the dual sensations. In this position, his cock hit that the perfect spot inside, and his thumb in the other space burned. Sinking deeper, her body submitted to his.
“That’s right, my heaven. Yes. Fuck yes. You are perfect.” His voice had gone so deep and low, Phee felt its vibration in her body.
