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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 my core. "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.

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. Without withdrawing 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."

The face-to-face position allows me to watch every expression cross his features as he comes—the way his eyes roll back, the way his mouth opens in a silent roar, the way his entire body trembles with the force of his release.

It's the most intimate moment we've shared, more connected than we've ever been.

As the pleasure slowly recedes, I collapse against his chest, my body boneless and trembling. His arms wrap around me immediately, wings folding to create a protective cocoon as we remain locked together.

"My brave omega," he murmurs against my hair, voice filled with satisfaction and something that might be affection. "Carrying my child, taking my knot so beautifully."

One hand rests protectively over my belly where our child grows, the gesture both possessive and tender. "Our future," he says quietly. "Everything changes now."

I should resist the implications of partnership in his words. Should maintain emotional distance from the alpha who claimed me by force. But locked together in this intimate embrace, his seed marking me inside and out, I find myself sinking into the illusion of safety it provides.

"What happens now?" I whisper against his chest.

His answer rumbles through his ribs. "Now we protect what we've created."

Before I can respond, his entire body goes rigid. His wings snap wide as his head turns sharply toward the den entrance, nostrils flaring.

"Multiple approaches from the eastern ridge," he growls, protective instincts immediately overriding post-orgasmic contentment. "Enforcement patterns."

Reality crashes back with brutal force. I am a claimed omega carrying a Prime child, living in territory with Council forces closing in. My feelings about this pregnancy matter far less than our immediate survival.

As we wait for his knot to subside, his hold on me tightens—protection rather than possession. Whatever comes next, everything has changed. Not just my body, but the fundamental nature of what exists between us.

The seed has taken root in more ways than either of us expected.