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“You’re so needy right now, little omega,” he growls, reaching down to drag the head of his cock along my wetness. “Let me take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” I chant, throwing my head back. The head of his cock pushes into me slowly and I think I stop breathing. I’m so wet, the only form of resistance he feels is the walls of my pussy trying to draw him further inside of me.

I’m dripping wet, even by omega standards. I want this. I want him.

And it feels so, so good.

He thrusts forward and I let out a gasp. The feeling of fullness is starting to get overwhelming.

“Are you alright, little one?” he grits out, his jaw clenched tight.

I nod, unable to string together any words.

He pushes in further. Oh my god, he feels huge. Maybe it’s because the majority of men I’ve serviced have been betas, but I thought he was already inside of me.

“God,” he groans. “It’s like you were made for me.”

A whimper leaves the back of my throat when he finishes seating all of him, but his knot, inside me. His knot presses against me, teasing me with the relief from the deep cramping pain that’s been plaguing me for the past two hours.

He finds a steady rhythm, making me move backward along the floor as I clutch his shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says reverently as he buries his face in my neck. “I’ve dreamed of this. Ever since I met you, I’ve dreamed about what it’d be like to sink into you.”

I throw my head back as he pushes me higher and higher. He pushes himself up on his arms. I can see his cock disappearing into me. It makes my pussy spasm around him.

“I want you to come for me,” he pants, reaching down between us and pressing his thumb against my clit.

“Oh my god!” I cry out, throwing my head back.

He increases the strength of each one of his thrusts, pressing into my clit with the same rhythm and I feel my body hurtling towards the edge.

“That’s it. That’s it, little omega. Come for me.” He thrusts one last time, long and deep, pushing his knot into my slick filled pussy.

My eyes screw shut as I let out a loud scream, coming around his knot. My chest heaves as I flop backwards, every single muscle in my body weak from the orgasm.

Kane’s knot twitches inside as he pumps into me with his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, collapsing to the side. He makes sure to pull me with him so his knot doesn’t pull at me uncomfortably, and so he doesn’t crush me under his weight.

He pulls me onto his chest, damp with the sweat of his exertion. I feel so, incredibly full. A warm glow fills my entire body.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “That was crazy.”

“Crazy good or crazy bad?” He asks softly, playing with the ends of my messy hair.

“Good crazy, of course! Do you even have to ask?” I push myself up onto my elbows so I can get a better look at his face. “Was that—was that not good for you?”

“No, it was the best time I’ve ever had,” he says, pressing a finger between my creased brows, rubbing away the tension in my face. “I just had to double-check you’re doing well.”

I wonder if there will ever be a time when he and the other guys stop dancing around my past and what happened to me.

“Okay,” I say, snuggling into his chest, a wave of exhaustion hitting me. I let out a little yawn. “I think I’m getting tired.”

“Rest, little one. Even a heat spike will take it out of you.”

“Don’t we—don’t we need to talk about what happens next?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed.

“We can talk about things when you wake up. Sleep, Luna. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”