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The head of his cock presses in, stretching me slowly – inch by aching inch – and I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, my body lighting up from the inside out. He’s too much, and still not enough. I need all of him.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he groans. “Your cunt’s sucking me in like you’ve been waiting for this your whole life.”

I can’t even form words. I nod desperately, hips rocking up to meet him, trying to take more.

He thrusts deeper, fully sheathing himself, and I cry out at the sensation – overwhelmed and filled in a way I never knew I needed.

Blaise leans in to kiss me, slow and deep, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, grinding in little circles that make me whimper. His hand slips between us, thumb finding my clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take it all. You’re doing so good, omega. So tight. So fucking perfect for me.”

His praise makes my skin burn in the best way, my slick only growing wetter around him. He thrusts again, harder now, and I moan, clutching at his back.

The fullness is overwhelming. My omega keens in bliss.

“God – tight little cunt,” Blaise grunts, rocking into me slowly. “Gripping me like you were made for this. Made for me.”

Every stroke hits that perfect, sensitive spot inside, and I moan helplessly, my nails clawing at his shoulders.

“More,” I pant. “Harder – please, Blaise, I need it harder.”

“Anything for you, baby,” he growls, snapping his hips with more force now, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the nest. “You feel that? That’s me claiming you. My omega.”

“Yes!” I cry, body arching to meet him. “Yours, I’m yours, fuck— Don’t stop?—”

He doesn’t. He fucks me harder, deeper, each stroke knocking the breath from my lungs. My slick is everywhere, soaking his thighs, the sheets, the nest. I’ve never felt like this – so out of control, so fucking alive.

“Look at you,” Blaise groans. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart. So wet for me. You going to come again? Want you to come all over my cock.”

“Blaise— Oh god?—”

“Say it. Say you want my knot.”

My whole body tightens.

“Yes— Fuck— Please,” I sob. “I want it. I want your knot, Alpha. Please, please, give it to me.”

“Good girl. I’m not going to last,” he growls into my neck. “Not when you’re gripping me like this. Not when you’re already this close.”

“Please,” I pant. “I want your knot. I want you to fill me up.”

“You’re getting everything you asked for, sweetheart,” he promises, voice a ragged whisper. “Everything. If you come on my cock I’ll knot you and fill you and breed you like a good little omega. You want that?”

BLAISE

At my words her pupils blow – the black entirely eclipsing the blue. The keening whine that escapes her throat makes my knot pulse and she clenches around me.

I almost lose it.

But I grit my teeth and hold on, barely.

“Not yet,” I rasp, flipping us so she’s straddling my lap. “You don’t get my knot until you come again, remember?”

She whimpers, bracing her hands on my chest, her hair falling around us like a curtain. The sight of her – sweaty, flushed, lips swollen from kissing, thighs trembling as she rocks her soaked cunt against the base of my cock – is enough to make me black out.

But I stay present for her. For this.

“Ride me,” I tell her, voice wrecked. “Show me how much you want it. How desperate you are for your Alpha.”