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My movements became rougher as I pumped my fingers, driving my mate where she needed to be. “Do you want to come?”

She snarled at me, her teeth bared, her face a mask of fury.

By contrast, I became calm. I’d killed a fucking alpha for Emma, and I’d do it all again.

She was mine. Ours , my beast corrected.

Ours from here until eternity. I was going to mark her.

I was going to breed her and fill her so fucking good.

She wouldn’t remember any other man’s name.

“Do you want to come?” I asked her once again.

“Go to hell,” she snarled at me. Then I got my thumb all over her slippery clit, and she gasped, groaned, and tried to lift her hips so she could get more.

“Good girl,” I said, circling the pad of my thumb around and around her fat, slippery clit. “Does that feel good?” She lay panting, her eyes hooded as she stared at me. I forced a fourth finger in, pushing her to a limit.

The things an alpha did to his omega were absolutely depraved.

These tiny, helpless creatures were designed perfectly to accept our rough ways.

Her legs had fallen wide open somewhere during my tending, the muscles quivering as she held herself open for me.

I was up to the knuckles, her pussy fluttering around my fingers, gushing slick, making those wet slapping noises as I took her higher still, all the while keeping the movements not quite enough to get her off.

“I need to come. Let me come. Make me come. Oh, why can’t I come?”

Detached, I read her every twitch. She wouldn’t come, not until I was ready, yet this wasn’t only torture for her.

I suffered the same agony, my dick throbbing and drooling a long thread of pre-cum all the way to the nest as I braced over her, holding her open so intimately, forcing her to take whatever I chose to give.

She needed my seed in her, bathing the entrance to her womb.

Before, when I fucked her, I had held back.

That sensitive place inside that had made her wince when I’d fucked too deeply wasn’t the entrance to her womb but a second hymen that all omegas had.

It was the final barrier between me claiming her as my mate.

I couldn’t reach it with my fingertips, even as deep as I was.

The next time I got my cock inside her, I wasn’t holding back, not now I understood that she could take so much more.

“Beg me,” I demanded.

She hissed and tried to arch away, but I was having none of it.

“Beg me.” My beast wanted everything, wanted her to understand who owned her, who owned her pussy.

“Beg!” My voice turned to gravel, and I backed it up with a growl that rattled with all my alpha force.

She bowed, arching. “Ryder. I need you. I’m so hot inside, so empty.”

“You don’t look fucking empty, baby,” I said. “I’ve got half my fist up inside you.”

She groaned, actually fucking groaned with that admission.

“Do you think your tight little cunt can take my knot? I don’t think we’re even close.” I let off her clit and started working my fingers deeper, my knuckles at her entrance, scissoring my fingers in her hot, clenching passage, forcing her to take more.

“I can,” she sobbed out. She wanted to come, her desperate need contorting her face.

“I need to get deeper, baby, much deeper than this.”

“Please!”

Her legs trembled as she strained to hold them as wide as she could, presenting herself to me.

Then my knuckles slipped inside, leaving only my thumb outside, pressing against her clit.

A shudder rippled through her whole body, all the way down her torso, over her belly before she turned rigid, coming, convulsing around me, squeezing my fingers so fucking tight. Her mouth was open, and the guttural moans that poured from her lips were so fucking hot.

Mine.

Her climax seemed to go on forever, clenching and gasping, and I held her through the waves.

I needed to fucking breed her.

As she came down, panting unsteadily, I flipped her roughly onto her belly, grabbed a handful of hair, planted an arm around her waist, and hauled her ass up. My cock snagged the entrance to her slippery cunt, and I thrust.

There was no preamble, and a scream tore from her lips as I tore through her barrier and filled her to the root.

My knot threatened to lock as her pussy fluttered around my whole length.

It was so fucking good. Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to empty my balls.

She didn’t get my seed yet, but the little omega didn’t stop coming as I began to drive into her, connecting us together as I slammed in and out, the pleasure almost painful as her tight, slippery cunt squeezed over my knot.

Right here was where I was meant to be. Her sweet, aroused scent, her pheromones, her giving body, her cries of rapture belonged to only me. This heady arousal was a storm claiming me as I claimed my mate.

My growls deepened, and she responded with another savage fisting of my cock. This time, I got my fingertips all over her slippery clit. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. Encourage your alpha to rut, fill, and breed you.”

Moans and gibberish poured from her lips.

My rutting gained force, heavier, violent almost. She screamed and begged for more, and then she was coming again, squeezing over me, demanding, coaxing, and then demanding again that I gift her my seed. I did, my knot blooming to the point of no return.

Taking her by the waist, I gritted my teeth and forced the sensitive ridge into her slippery pussy one last time.

My roar was one of claiming—the savage sound of a savage beast. I was not human anymore, but the vessel receiving my seed wasn’t a human either. She was a creature, just like me.

My mouth found the juncture of her throat, and my teeth sank into flesh until I tasted blood. She fucking loved it, coming apart all over me again, squeezing, gushing slick, even as my dick jerked and spewed my cum deep.

* * *

Emma

Ryder had knotted me and filled me so deeply that I thought we might have become one.

I was stuffed, completely. Even the slightest twitch sent my pussy into spasms around his hot, heavy length.

I throbbed everywhere, but especially deep inside, where we were connected, and at my throat, where he’d bitten and claimed me.

It comforted me, reminded me that I was alive.

Face mashed into the bedding, I was surrounded by him, his warmth, scent, and presence.

Inside, a strange tendril of awareness plucked like gentle fingers on a string.

I hung limp, fuzzy mind floating, curious about the tickling sensation. It felt like he was pouring into me in ways more than just his seed from cock, filling my heart, soul, and mind.

Then it popped, and emotions flooded me, heavy, endless, a vast awareness that threatened to swamp my mind.

“Munnnm.” I tried to move.

Iron hard arms and fingers clamped over me, a thick fingertip finding my clit and circling it.

I mumbled nonsense. The words were in my mind, but they couldn’t manifest into coherence.

The presence was back, but this time, the mental touch was gentler, probing, seeking, and then flooding me with euphoria.

Mine.

Ryder. But not only Ryder, but another presence was also there, darker, more animalistic. His beast?

Ours.

A climax came for me slowly, rising up. Like a flower blooming one petal at a time, completion was inevitable. My pussy spasmed around his thick girth and knot. His low growl accompanied a hot flood filling me, leaking out around the knot, soaking my thighs, lower belly, and the bedding beneath us.

Euphoria flooded my mind again, along with a sense of territorial possession. He was going to breed me.

Lips were at my throat again, sucking lightly over the soreness of the claiming mark, waking it up. The pain aroused me, making me convulse. My reward was another hot gush of cum.

He petted me, hands roaming possessively over my limp body, familiarizing himself with what was his. As his fingers and thumb began to pluck rhythmically on my nipple, yet another climax, almost violent in its intensity, rippled through my pussy.

I felt it everywhere, skittering over my skin like a thousand threads pulling all at once, sending me tumbling.

I lost track of how many times he coaxed my body to climax, how often he flooded the entrance to my womb with his cum.

Time lost meaning, and when his knot finally softened and he eased from my warmth, it came as a shock…

like being together was the perfect state, and this open emptiness was no longer who I was.

As he coaxed me onto my back, I made halfhearted swipes at him.

His chuckle was dark and not entirely human.

He was an alpha. He had an inner beast. Why would I think he was human anymore?

Then again, neither was I.

With his big body caging mine, his lips latched onto a nipple, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it.

My poor abused pussy clenched, sending out a flood of cum.

His head popped up, and I blinked to find him staring at my pussy with a brooding expression that stopped and started my heart in quick succession and brought another unwelcome contraction.

I felt…full still, and yet empty.

I did not like the way he was staring, nor the flare of arousal battering my mind.

Wicked .

He was going to do wicked things to me—tease me, teach me, make me beg to be knotted.

I knew I would. This emptiness demanded I be filled. I was sore, exhausted, yet when a wave of heat flushed over my body, I knew my heat was not close to being done with me yet.

A single thick finger pressed into me.

I hissed and bared my teeth at him, reminding him that I wasn’t human either, not anymore. Perhaps I never had been. I needed more than his inadequate finger that was pumping with agonizing slowness. I needed the rough rutting. I needed his knot.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He pulled his finger out, scooped up some of the spilled cum, and forced it back in.

When I struggled, he captured my hands, pinning them under the flat of his palm against my belly, trapping me.

I fought, slipping one hand free and raking his chest with my nails, both of us breathing heavily, staring at one another with matching feral hunger.

His fingers left my pussy. I missed even that small intimacy.

Expression darkening, he took both wrists and pinned them to the nest above my head and dropped enough of his weight onto my wriggling body to make his domination of me absolute.

“Let me go!”

“No.”

He was calm where I was a storm.

I wanted to rake my nails over his flesh. I wanted to bite until I tasted blood.

And I would.

But most of all, I felt a deep imperative—an ache to be filled, to be complete, to find that place again where we were one.

“You swore you would always let me go,” I threw back at him.

Even as I said the words, I knew the connection blooming between us would reveal it as a lie.

Blue-gray eyes held mine as he brushed the pad of his thumb over my cheek in a demonstration of tenderness, like he was further taunting my inner vixen that was very much in heat.

“Ah, baby,” he said. “Did you think this was a game? You’re an omega in heat.

I’m an alpha, and in case you’re confused, I’m giving you exactly what you need.

Now be a good girl for me. You know you want my knot, and I’m going to give it to you.

I’m going to fill your hot, needy cunt until it’s full, and then I’m going to force you to take more. ”

The bond told me the truth of this, and then the man demonstrated it to me, over and over again.