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"Take it," he snarls, one hand fisting in my hair to arch my neck at a painful angle. "Take every fucking inch of my knot like the good little omega you are."

The pressure builds until I'm certain I'll tear apart, but my traitorous body accepts him completely. His knot locks inside me with an audible wet sound, sealing us together so thoroughly that even the smallest movement sends shockwaves through my overstretched channel.

"Come for me," Vex orders, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Show him exactly how thoroughly you've been claimed. Let him hear you break."

My orgasm hits like a physical blow, sudden and devastating.

My body convulses around his massive knot as waves of pleasure crash through me, each one more intense than the last. I cry out—not his name but a wordless scream of surrender that echoes off the cave walls.

My inner muscles clench rhythmically around his knot, milking him exactly as my omega biology was designed to do.

His release begins like a flood, thick spurts of seed that seem to go on forever.

I feel each powerful pulse deep in my core, the sheer volume making my belly expand slightly as he fills me beyond capacity.

The heat of it spreads through my system, marking me from the inside out while his knot ensures not a single drop can escape.

"Feel that?" Vex growls against my ear, still pumping into me as his release continues. "Feel how much seed I'm putting in you? Your body's going to be full of me for hours."

He's not exaggerating. The amount of cum flooding my channel seems impossible—pulse after pulse of thick heat that makes me whimper with each fresh surge. My body struggles to contain it all, stretched and filled until I feel ready to burst.

"Look at her take it all," Vex addresses Kain while still locked deep inside me. "Watch how her body accepts every drop of my seed. This is what a properly claimed omega looks like."

The secondary organ maintains its relentless suction on my clit throughout his endless release, forcing my body to experience pleasure with each new spurt. I'm trapped in continuous climax, my inner walls milking his knot while he fills me with what feels like impossible quantities of cum.

"Still coming," Vex announces with dark satisfaction, another pulse making my body jerk against him. "Chimeric alphas produce more seed than any other Prime species. She'll be carrying my scent for weeks."

I can feel it—the overwhelming fullness, the heat spreading through my core, the way my belly has started to round slightly from the sheer volume. Tears leak from my eyes as my body continues its involuntary response, wringing every drop from him while he holds me in place with bruising force.

"Verification appears conclusive," Kain says when my cries finally fade to whimpers, though Vex's knot still pulses inside me with occasional aftershocks.

His formal tone can't quite hide the arousal roughening his voice.

"The blood bond demonstrates appropriate omega responses to alpha stimulation. "

"We're not done yet," Vex states bluntly, shifting his hips to remind everyone that we're still locked together. "Chimeric knots last longer than feline ones. She'll be tied to me for at least another twenty minutes."

Still impaled on his massive knot, still trembling with residual pleasure, I'm forced to endure the humiliation of being discussed like livestock while his seed continues to pulse into me in smaller spurts.

The shame burns through me, but underneath it lurks something more disturbing—a perverse pride at being so thoroughly claimed that even a rival alpha can't deny it.

"However," Kain continues, straightening from the wall, "transport documentation indicates this omega was bound for Central Breeding Authority under direct Council of Nine authorization. Your claim, while biologically valid, may be overruled by prior governmental assignment."

Vex's grip tightens on my throat, his knot still pulsing inside me. "Council override protocols require extensive documentation review," he states with surprising legal knowledge. "Biological damage from forced separation of blood-bonded pairs must be considered."

Even through my haze of shame and residual pleasure, I recognize the lifeline he's throwing me. Separating a blood-bonded omega from their alpha too quickly can cause seizures, system shock, even death. It's one of the few protections omegas have under Conquest Law.

Kain's whiskers twitch in annoyance. "Medical verification of bond severity would be required before transfer. Preliminary assessment suggests potential Category Three bonding status, which would necessitate specialized separation protocols not currently available at regional facilities."

Translation: they don't have the medical resources to safely separate us without risking my death.

"Full Council review will be required," Kain states finally, defeat creeping into his tone. "Until formal determination, the omega remains under territorial jurisdiction with notation of pending review status."

Still locked on Vex's knot, I process what this means. Time—precious days or weeks before the Council might try to take me. Time I desperately need to figure out my next move.

Kain moves toward the tunnel entrance, pausing to deliver his parting shot. "Expect Enforcement Division follow-up within standard procedural timeframe. Council jurisdiction assessment typically requires fourteen to twenty-one days depending on caseload."

Two to three weeks. That's my window.

When Kain's footsteps finally fade, Vex's knot remains firmly locked inside me, showing no signs of subsiding.

We're still joined completely, his massive bulk stretching me beyond my limits while his seed continues to pulse into me in lazy spurts.

I try to pull away, but any movement sends sharp pleasure-pain through my overstretched channel.

"Don't move," Vex growls, his hands settling on my hips to hold me in place. "My knot won't go down for another fifteen minutes at least."

I'm trapped, naked and filled with his cum, forced to remain connected to him while we have this conversation. The vulnerability is overwhelming—I can't even cover myself with his massive frame caging me from behind, his knot ensuring I can't escape his claim.

"I hate you," I whisper, though the words ring hollow with his knot still pulsing inside me. The blood bond makes even my anger feel compromised, tainted by biology I can't control and the ongoing physical connection I can't escape.

"I saved you from breeding facilities," Vex says quietly, his hands still gripping my hips to keep me steady while we're locked together.

Without the dominant growl from our performance, his voice carries something that might be regret.

"The demonstration was necessary to prevent immediate transfer. "

"By making me your property instead of theirs," I spit, trying to twist away from him despite the painful stretch of his knot. The movement sends fresh sparks through my oversensitive channel, making me gasp.

"Hold still," he commands, tightening his grip. "You'll hurt yourself fighting the knot." His tone gentles slightly. "By making you my mate. Breeding stock has no protection beyond utility. Mates have rights under Conquest Law that even the Council must acknowledge."

I'm forced to remain motionless, impaled and filled with his seed while processing his words. The vulnerability is overwhelming—having this crucial conversation while naked and knotted, unable to put distance between us or even face him properly.

"What's the difference?" I ask through gritted teeth, another pulse from his knot making me shudder involuntarily. "I'm still trapped. Still claimed. Still carrying your cum whether I want it or not."

"The difference," he says, one hand moving to stroke my hair with surprising gentleness, "is that mates can't be transferred without consent. Can't be bred by other alphas. Can't be sold or traded like livestock."

His knot gives another lazy pulse, reminding me exactly how thoroughly I've been claimed. The physical reality makes his words feel both like salvation and deeper entrapment.

"Two to three weeks," I whisper, my voice shaking as much from his continued presence inside me as from emotion. "I have two to three weeks to figure out what that means."

"We have two to three weeks," he corrects, and I feel him shift slightly behind me, his knot still firmly locked in place. "This concerns both of us now."

The claiming marks on my neck throb with each heartbeat, permanent reminders of what's been taken from me. But beneath the marks, beneath the claiming, beneath the humiliation still burning through my veins and the alpha seed still filling my womb, something essential remains unbroken.

I am still Amelia Miller. Still thinking. Still planning. Still surviving.

Even knotted and claimed, even with his cum painting my insides and his scent marking my skin, I haven't surrendered everything that matters.

And two to three weeks might be enough time to change everything.