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CHAPTER 16

EVERYTHING CHANGES

Amelia’s POV

"Everything changes," he growls against my mouth. "Your body, your scent, your status—all transformed by what grows inside you now."

One hand slides beneath my sleeping shift, claws carefully retracted as his palm finds bare skin. The direct contact sends electricity racing through my nerve endings, omega biology responding to alpha touch with embarrassing eagerness.

"I shouldn't want this," I whimper as his mouth moves to my throat, teeth grazing sensitive scars. "Not now, not like this."

"But you do," he states with absolute certainty, his free hand slipping between my thighs to find me already shamefully wet. "Your cunt tells the truth even when your mouth lies."

When his fingers push inside me, I gasp, inner walls clenching around the intrusion with eager welcome. My hips rock against his hand without permission, body seeking more contact despite my mind's protests.

"Please," I breathe, though I'm not sure what I'm begging for—more or less, harder or gentler, acknowledgment or denial of what's happening between us.

He lifts me with effortless strength, carrying me back to the main chamber where his sleeping furs lie tangled from our rest. His wings never fully fold, creating a shadowed cocoon that feels both threatening and protective as he lays me down with surprising care.

"My pregnant omega," he rumbles, hovering above me with predatory focus. "Growing round with my offspring."

With swift, deliberate movements, he tears away my sleeping shift, leaving me naked and exposed beneath his burning gaze. His eyes roam over my body with new intensity, lingering on my belly with possessive satisfaction.

"Already changing," he observes, one claw tracing the barely perceptible fullness of my breasts. "Body preparing to nurture my child."

When he sheds his minimal clothing, his arousal is impossible to ignore. His main cock has emerged from its scaled sheath, thick and ridged with the knot already beginning to form. Above it, the secondary organ extends with obvious intent, the specialized suction appendage seeking its target.

"Need to claim what's mine," he growls, positioning himself between my spread thighs. But instead of the brutal taking I expect, he pauses, studying my face with unusual intensity.

"Look at me," he commands softly. "I want to see your eyes when I fill the cunt that carries my child."

The head of his cock presses against my entrance, impossibly large despite all the times he's taken me. The initial stretch still burns—Chimeric anatomy challenging human biology regardless of omega adaptability.

"So tight," he groans as he pushes forward slowly, inch by careful inch. "Even pregnant with my seed, your pussy grips me like a vice."

I whimper at the overwhelming fullness, my body struggling to accommodate his size while pleasure-pain radiates from mycore. "Too big," I gasp, hands clutching at his scaled shoulders. "You're too big."

"Your body was made for this," he insists, continuing his relentless advance. "Made to take your alpha's cock, to stretch around my knot, to carry my offspring."

When he's finally seated fully inside me, I can barely breathe. The ridges along his shaft press against every sensitive spot, creating friction that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His massive frame cages me completely, wings spread wide above us in dominant display.

"Feel me inside you," he rumbles, beginning to move with powerful, controlled thrusts. "Feel where my seed took root, where my child grows."

His pace remains deliberately slow, each stroke deep and purposeful rather than frantic. This isn't the brutal claiming of our early encounters—this is something else, something that feels dangerously like worship.

"Tell me how it feels," he demands, one hand sliding down to where we're joined. "Tell your alpha how perfectly his cock fills his pregnant mate."

"God," I moan, the word torn from my throat as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. "It feels... it feels incredible. You fill me so completely."

"More," he growls, his free hand moving to grip my thigh, pulling my leg higher around his waist. "Tell me what you need."

"Harder," I whimper, shame burning my cheeks even as the plea escapes. "Please, alpha, I need you to fuck me harder."

His answering growl vibrates through his chest as his pace increases, each thrust more forceful than the last. The distinctive sound of scale against skin echoes through the chamber, our bodies meeting with increasing urgency.

"That's it," he praises, his tail sliding around my other thigh to pull me more firmly against him. "My good little omega, begging so sweetly for her alpha's cock."

The additional restraint from his tail sends fresh heat spiraling through me. Being held so completely, controlled so thoroughly, should feel degrading. Instead, it makes me feel cherished, protected, claimed in ways that transcend simple possession.