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“You feel so good, alpha,” I breathed.

He pinched my nipple.

The sharp sting of it pushed me into another realm of sensation.

“Good omega, take my knot,” he said, gentling his finger over the nipple he’d pinched, soothing it.

I began to climb for another orgasm. “Damian,” I managed. “Damian, please.”

He pinched the same nipple again, very hard.

I clenched.

He licked his thumb and rubbed his saliva into the now-sore little tip of me, and the wetness and the soothing and the sting all melded together into something out-of-this world.

I rode the edge of my pleasure, gently pumping my hips against the intrusion of his big, big cock and the stretch of his knot. I wanted to hold everything right here, right in this space, where the pleasure was all sparks and promise. I wanted to hold it as long as I could.

His eyes were closed. “I forgot how good you feel on my knot, baby. I forgot what this was like.”

I clenched on him.

A strangled noise leaked out of his lips. “Good omega, you’re too good to me.” He pinched my nipple again.

I shot into deep space, the pleasure so bright-hot it was a supernova.

He soothed me, with his mouth this time, gentling his tongue over me there, blowing on me.

Damn it, it was too much.

I was starting to come.

He could feel it. “Good omega, that’s it,” he breathed, rolling his knot in me in a circle.

I made a garbled attempt at saying his name.

“That’s my Leo, my pretty girl,” he sighed. “I feel your little warm-up tremors.”

I was fluttering around his knot, it was true, and every one of those flutters was only making my pleasure brighter, hotter, more intense. I was still climbing. I was out in the middle of a star-studded sky, just getting further and further away, and as I did, the pleasure expanded, getting better and better.

He rolled his knot, controlled movements, pushing me perfectly towards my peak. “Good girl, such a good girl. Come nice and hard on your alpha’s knot. You can do it, baby, I know you can. I’m so proud of you.”

And then I did, and I let out a noise like a shriek, because it was too much, far too much, and I felt like I might not survive feeling that good. I clenched on him, hard, so hard, and he chanted that last thing in my ear again and again like some kind of mantra. “So proud of you, so proud, good girl.”

Because he was coming, too. We used to do that a lot, actually, come at almost the same time.

He kissed me, kissed me hard, and then he kissed my chin. “So proud of you,” he was still saying, sort of grunting it, and then he was kissing my jaw, and then he was…

I moaned.

“Shh, I won’t,” he said, scraping his teeth against me. “I won’t, baby, I won’t.”

“Bite me,” I said.

His teeth pressed against my skin.

I cried out, and my orgasm gave its last ripple as his teeth pressed down, pressed and pressed but didn’t break the skin.

He let out a whimper, licking me and then sitting up, running a hand over his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”