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He sucked on my other nipple. “You like that, omega. You like belonging to me. You like pleasing me.”

I did, of course.

“But here they are, all different, and not for me.” He cupped them both, one in each hand, gave them each a squeeze. “Not mine after all. Yours.”

I looked down at him. He was right, obviously. He did not own parts of my body, but it was hot to pretend, I supposed. Or maybe it was temporarily true, here inside the bounds of the swell of our shared arousal, where we twined together and became one. Here, my body was his. His body was mine. “Yours,” I countered. “Want that now.”

He groaned, squeezing them again. “All mine.”

“All of me,” I said.

He sighed. One of his hands strayed. My pants were undone, but I hadn’t taken them off, and they’d migrated back up when I straddled him. He slid a hand inside them, over my hip. “If all of you is mine, omega, I want to see my property. Show me this body of yours?”

“Before you fuck it?” I murmured.

“Yeah,” he said, giving me a rakish grin.

“Before you knot it?”

He groaned.

“Maybe it’s my knot.”

“Oh, it is, just exactly yours, misses you, wants to service you, worship you, get nice and stuck in you and stay there for a nice long while. I remember what a nice little wet, warm squeeze you are around me. Your pussy is everything good, omega.”

I whined, arching over him, sticking out my breasts and my ass as he ran his hands over my skin, letting out growls.

I rolled off of him and shed my pants and underwear.

He stripped everything off too and climbed on top of me.

We kissed again, sloppy and desperate kisses that were as sweet as melting ice cream on a summer day. We kissed and kissed and kissed.

He pushed up on his hands and looked down at me, smiling appreciatively. “Look at you, pretty omega, look at you all bare and ready for me.” He kissed both of my nipples. He kissed my belly, which was bigger than the last time he saw me naked, too, but he didn’t say anything about that. He kissed my clit. He slipped his tongue into my pussy. “Fuck you’re wet,” he said. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“Knot,” I sighed. “Knot, alpha.”

He moved up, face to face with me. “Tuck me in? Reach down, wrap your tiny little omega hands around me and put me inside you?”

I did it.

He knotted me swiftly and immediately, in one movement.

It hurt; I cried out.

He took hold of my hips and held me in place. “Good girl, you’re all right,” he gasped. “You like your alpha all the way in, sweet omega.”

“Nice and filled up,” I agreed, because the sting was fading and now I just felt good. I hadn’t had a knot in a very long time. I hadn’t been knotted by anyone except him, actually, now that I thought about it. I had a fling with one other werewolf once, but he never knotted me.

“Did I hurt you?” He was toying with one of my nipples.

I moaned. “No.”

“You liked it,” he said decisively. “So did I.”

I gasped.

He was fucking me now, and he was big and intense and stimulating every single sensitive part of me.