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I should be embarrassed. I should be mortified at being caught groping him in his sleep. Instead, I press harder against his now fully erect cock, rubbing it through his sweatpants with shameless abandon.

“I need you,” I say again, the words clipped and urgent. “Please, Kane. I need you inside me.”

He studies my face for a long moment, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding to something darkly pleased.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hand shooting out to grasp my wrist, halting my movements. “You must be in pre-heat.”

“Heat?” The word barely registers through the fog of desire clouding my mind. “I don’t care what it’s called. Just fuck me. Please.”

Kane’s lips curve into a dark smile. “You don’t need to beg, little omega. I’ll give you what you need.”

Before I can respond, I find myself straddling him, my legs spread wide across his hips.

I have no memory of moving—my body is acting on pure instinct, driven by needs I don’t understand but can’t deny.

I grind down against his hardness, the thin cotton of my panties and his sweatpants still separating us.

Even this indirect contact is enough to make me moan, my head falling back as pleasure spirals through me.

“I need it so bad it hurts.”

His hands slide up under my t-shirt, finding my bare breasts. When his thumbs brush across my nipples, I cry out, the sensation almost painfully intense. He squeezes, pinching lightly, and I grind harder against him, my hips working in frantic circles.

“Please,” I beg again, tears of frustration gathering in my eyes. “I can’t—I need?—”

In one swift movement, Kane flips us, putting me beneath him on the mattress. His weight pins me down, and his eyes glow that supernatural blue in the darkness as he looms over me.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “But first, these need to come off.”

He tugs at my panties, and I lift my hips eagerly, allowing him to slide them down my legs. The cool air against my soaked pussy makes me shiver, but I have no time to feel exposed before he pulls his sweatpants down, freeing his massive cock.

It juts out, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and I comply instantly, opening myself to him without hesitation. “Look at how wet you are. Your pretty pussy is dripping for me.”

His fingers slide through my folds, collecting my slick, and I jerk at the contact.

My pussy is so sensitive that even this gentle touch sends sparks shooting up my belly.

He brings his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply, then to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that vibrates through the bed.

“Oh God, Kane.”

“You taste even sweeter in heat,” he says, his voice strained with restraint. “I could feast on this pussy for hours, but that’s not what you need right now, is it?”

“No,” I whimper, my hips lifting of their own accord. “I need your cock. I need you inside me.”

Kane positions himself between my spread thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He teases me, rubbing himself through my folds, coating himself in my slick. I gasp each time he presses his head over my swollen clit.

“Kane, please,” I sob, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Stop teasing. I’m dying here.”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, though there’s tension in his voice and in the corded muscles of his neck. He’s restraining himself, I realize, holding back when all I want is for him to lose control. “You sure you’re ready for this? For what my cock is going to do to this sweet pussy?”

“Yes!” I cry out, frustrated tears spilling down my cheeks. “Please, Alpha. Please fuck me!”

The word “Alpha” slips out unbidden, some instinctual part of me knowing exactly what to say to break his control. His eyes flash, and with a guttural growl, he slams into me, burying his cock to the hilt in one mighty thrust.

I scream, my back arching off the bed at the sudden, intense fullness. There’s no pain, just overwhelming pleasure as he stretches me, fills me, completes me.

My pussy clenches around him, adjusting to his size, welcoming him home.

“That’s it,” Kane grits out, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. “Take all my dick. Every fucking inch.”

With another growl, he begins to move, his hips driving his cock into me with brutal force. Each thrust hits something deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his movements.

“Oh God,” I moan, wanting to cry because it feels so good. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Not stopping,” Kane promises, his voice a rough snarl. “I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt until you’re screaming my name. Until you’re coming so hard you see stars.”

His words, filthy and perfect, heightened my arousal even more. One of his hands grips my ass, lifting me slightly to change the angle, while his other hand finds my breast, squeezing and kneading.

“You like that?” he asks, pinching my other nipple. “Like it when I’m rough with these perfect tits?”

“Yes, this is exactly what I want,” I groan in pleasure as he pounds into me relentlessly. “I love it. I love how hard you’re fucking me.”

Kane’s pace increases, his thrusts becoming even more powerful.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by my moans and his grunts.

The base of his cock begins to swell, his knot forming again, and the feeling of it catching at my entrance with each thrust sends me spiraling toward an orgasm more intense than any I’ve experienced before.

“You’re going to come for me,” Kane demands, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. “You’re going to come all over my cock like the good little omega you are.”

The pressure against my clit, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock inside me, pushes me over the edge. I shatter with a scream, my pussy clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. My nails dig into his back as convulsions wrack my body.

“Oh! Oh, God.”

“Squeeze tight,” Kane growls, his thumb still working my clit, prolonging my orgasm. “Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt. Milk every drop from me.”

His thrusts become erratic, his knot swelling larger with each push, until finally, with a roar that sounds more wolf than human, he drives deep one last time. His knot locks inside me just as his cock pulses, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.

The feeling of being so filled, so thoroughly claimed, triggers another orgasm that has me sobbing his name, my body trembling beneath his.

Kane collapses on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms as his hips continue to make small, grinding motions, his cock still pumping cum deep inside me. We’re locked together, his knot ensuring that every drop stays where he wants it—deep in my womb.

As the haze of pleasure begins to recede, horror creeps in to take its place. What just happened? What came over me? I’ve never been so out of control, so desperate and needy. So willing to beg. I hope he won’t remember this in the morning.

Kane rolls us to our sides, his knot still firmly lodged inside me, keeping us connected. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as our breathing slowly returns to normal. One of his hands strokes my hair gently now, where he was rough before.

“What was that?” I finally whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t control myself. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Kane’s chuckle vibrates against my back. “That, my sweet omega, was your pre-heat.”

“Heat? Like... like animals go into heat?” The comparison should offend me, but after what just happened, after the way my body betrayed my mind, I can’t deny the animalistic nature of what we just did.

“Exactly,” Kane confirms, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “It’s your body’s way of ensuring the continuation of the species. Omega females go into heat when they’re ready to be bred.”

I stiffen in his arms. “Bred? As in...?”

“As in pregnant, yes.” His hand slides down to cup my belly possessively. “That’s what your body wants. What it’s demanding. My seed taking root, growing into our pup.”

A sharp intake of breath is all I can manage as panic grips me because I fucking forgot in the middle of the night. Pregnant. A baby. A werewolf baby. It’s too much, too soon, too overwhelming on top of everything else I’ve discovered in the past forty-eight hours.

“I can’t,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes again, but for entirely different reasons now. “I can’t be a mother. I don’t know how. I don’t know anything about being a werewolf, let alone raising one!”

Kane shifts, adjusting our position so he can see my face. His expression is surprisingly tender, his thumb wiping away a tear that spills down my cheek.

“You think any first-time mother knows what she’s doing?” he asks softly. “It’s not something you need to know in advance; it’s something you learn as you go.”

“But I’m a mess,” I confess, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

“I was in an abusive relationship for years. I have no idea who my parents are, except that my father was apparently some kind of traitor whose entire bloodline was supposed to be wiped out. I just found out werewolves existed two days ago! How can I possibly be a good mother?”

“Because you care enough to worry about it,” he says simply, his gaze softening at the fear in my voice. “Because you’re strong enough to have survived everything life has thrown at you. Because you have a heart big enough to love a child.”

“What about you? Are you going to leave me?”

“Something I’ll always do is protect you and any children we have together. You won’t be alone in this, Mia. You’ll have me. You’ll have Finn and Jace. You’ll have a pack.”

A family. It’s something I’ve never truly had—not with my adoptive parents, who always kept me at a distance, and not with Justin, who only wanted to control and diminish me—a real family bound by something deeper than blood.

“I’m still terrified,” I admit, burying my face against his chest.

Kane’s lips press against the top of my head.

“Good,” he says. “Fear means you’ll take it seriously. It means you’ll do everything in your power to be the best mother you can be. And I have absolute confidence that you’ll succeed.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, knowing the words are inadequate but not having better ones to offer.

Kane’s only response is to hold me tighter, his hand protective over my belly where his child might already be growing. Outside, the moon continues its silent journey across the sky, watching over us as we drift back to sleep, still joined, still one.