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With each thrust, the secondary organ above his main shaft extends further, seeking its target with unerring precision. When it finds my clit, the suction it creates draws a sharp cry from my lips.

"Oh fuck," I sob, my back arching as the dual stimulation overwhelms my senses. "Your sucker—it's so intense—I can't?—"

"You can," he insists, grinding his hips to increase the pressure. "You can take everything I give you. Your body knows how to accept your alpha's claim."

The rhythmic suction on my clit combined with his ridged cock stretching me wide creates sensation beyond anything I've experienced. My inner walls flutter around him, drawing pleased rumbles from his chest.

"So responsive," he murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle the claiming marks on my throat. "My perfect mate, taking my cock so beautifully while pregnant with my child."

"Vex," I whimper, his name the only coherent thought left in my pleasure-drunk mind. "Please, I need—I need?—"

"What do you need, omega?" he asks, his voice gentle despite the dominance in his positioning. "Tell your alpha what you need."

"I need to see you," I gasp, hands frantically clutching at his shoulders. "Need to see your face when you knot me. Please."

Something shifts in his expression—surprise, perhaps, or recognition of the intimacy I'm requesting. Withoutwithdrawing from my body, he shifts our positions, sitting back on his heels and pulling me up to straddle his lap.

The new angle drives him even deeper, forcing a keening cry from my throat as he hits spots I didn't know existed. His massive hands span my waist, supporting my weight as I adjust to the change.

"Better?" he asks, yellow eyes searching my face with unexpected tenderness.

"Yes," I breathe, my hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders. "So much better."

From this position, I can see every expression that crosses his face, can watch the way his pupils dilate when I clench around him. His wings arch behind him like a dark canopy, creating intimate space that feels separate from the rest of the world.

"Ride me," he commands softly. "Show me how my pregnant omega takes her alpha's cock."

I begin to move, lifting myself up his length before sinking back down with careful control. The new position gives me power I haven't had before—the ability to set pace, to control depth, to watch his face as I claim him just as thoroughly as he claims me.

"Perfect," he groans, his head falling back as I establish a rhythm that makes us both gasp. "So fucking perfect. My mate, my omega, mother of my child."

His tail wraps around my waist for support, the additional contact making me feel completely surrounded by his strength. The secondary organ maintains its relentless suction on my clit, creating pleasure so intense it borders on painful.

"I can feel you getting close," he observes, his hands guiding my movements as my rhythm becomes erratic. "Feel your pussy getting tighter around my cock."

"Yes," I sob, my movements becoming desperate as orgasm builds. "I'm so close, alpha. So close to coming on your cock."

"Not yet," he growls, his grip tightening to still my movements. "Wait for my knot. Come when I lock inside you, when I pump you full of more seed."

The denial makes me whimper with frustration, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please," I beg, tears leaking from my eyes. "Please let me come."

"Soon," he promises, his knot beginning to swell at my entrance. "When you're properly claimed. When you're locked on my cock like the good omega you are."

The first press of his growing knot sends panic through my system despite the pleasure. From this angle, sitting in his lap, the stretch feels impossible.

"I can't," I whimper, instinctively trying to lift away from the invasion. "It's too big. It won't fit."

His hands tighten on my waist, holding me in place as his tail provides additional support. "Breathe," he commands gently. "Relax and let your body accept what it needs."

"Help me," I plead, my forehead dropping to rest against his. "Please help me take it."

One hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me steady as he guides me down onto his swelling knot. The burn of the stretch makes me cry out, but his presence—his strength supporting me, his voice murmuring encouragement—makes it bearable.

"That's it," he praises as his knot slips past my entrance, locking us together completely. "Such a brave omega, taking your alpha's knot so perfectly."

The sensation of being stretched so completely, filled so thoroughly, triggers my orgasm with devastating intensity. I scream as pleasure crashes through me, my inner walls clamping down on his knot and shaft with contractions that seem to go on forever.

"Mine," he roars, his own release flooding me as his knot ensures not a drop escapes. "My mate, my omega, my everything."