Page 97 of Storm

"Storm," he groans, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control. "You were made for this. Made for me."

In any other context, the possessive words would have sparked my defiance. But here, now, with Reed moving inside me—pleasure building to impossible heights—I can only agree. "Yes," I gasp. "Yours, Reed. Please, don't stop."

His rhythm falters at my words, his eyes widening slightly, as if surprised by my admission. Then his expression darkens with hunger. He shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars. My back arches off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat.

"There," he growls, repeating the motion. "Right there, Little Storm."

His pace increases, each thrust driving deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over. I can feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, pressing against my entrance with each thrust. The sensation is new and slightly intimidating, but my omega body craves it, needs it.

"Reed," I pant, feeling my second orgasm building rapidly. "Your knot... I want?—"

"Yes," he groans, his control slipping. "Take it, Little Storm. Take all of me."

With his next thrust, his knot pushes past my entrance, stretching me further than I thought possible. There's a moment of sharp pressure, almost pain, and then he's fully seated inside me, his knot locking us together. I gasp at the sensation of fullness, of completeness, as my body adjusts around him.

"Storm," he breathes, his voice reverent. "You feel so perfect."

The pressure of his knot against that sensitive spot inside me is too much. I come undone beneath him, crying out his name as pleasure crashes through me in waves more intense than anything I've ever felt. My inner walls clench around him, milking his knot, and Reed follows me over the edge with a guttural growl that vibrates through my entire body.

He collapses on top of me, careful to keep his weight on his forearms. His face buries in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as we both try to catch our breath. The feeling of him inside me, his knot keeping us connected, is strangely intimate, comforting in a way I hadn't expected. This connection, this vulnerability with someone I've spent so long fighting against, should terrify me.

Instead, it feels right.

"Are you okay?" Reed murmurs against my neck, pressing soft kisses to my heated skin. His voice holds a tenderness I've never heard from him before.

"Yes," I whisper, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his back, feeling the sweat cooling on his skin. "Better than okay."

He shifts slightly, careful not to tug on his knot, positioning us on our sides so we're facing each other. His hand comes up to brush a wild curl from my face, tucking it behind my ear with unexpected gentleness.

"I didn't hurt you?" he asks, his stormy eyes searching mine with genuine concern.

I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "No. You didn't hurt me." I reach up to touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "It was perfect."

The intensity in his eyes softens at my words, something vulnerable flickering in their stormy depths. For a moment, he looks younger, less guarded—more like the Reed that might have existed before life hardened him.

"You're full of surprises, Little Storm," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I laugh softly, the movement causing his knot to shift inside me, drawing a gasp from both of us. "So are you, Reed. Who knew you could be so... gentle?"

A smirk tugs at his lips, but there's warmth behind it. "Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain."

"Your secret's safe with me," I promise, snuggling closer to his warmth.

We lie in comfortable silence for a while, his knot still keeping us connected. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending little ripples of pleasure through me. I'm struck by how different this Reed is from the cold, intimidating alpha I thought I knew. This Reed is attentive, almost tender, his touch soft as his hand skims over my hip, my waist, the curve of my breast.

"What happens now?" I ask, breaking the silence, my voice barely above a whisper.

Reed's hand stills, his stormy eyes meeting mine. "What do you want to happen?"

It's such a simple question, but the answer feels impossibly complex. What do I want? Freedom. Safety. A world where omegas aren't treated like property. But in this moment, with Reed's scent surrounding me and his body joined with mine, those larger desires narrow down to something more immediate, more personal.

"This," I whisper, pressing closer to him. "Just... this. For now."

Something flickers in Reed's expression—relief, perhaps? His arm tightens around me, drawing me against his chest where I can feel his heart beating steadily beneath my palm.

"We can have this," he murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead. "For as long as you want it."

The simple promise settles something in me. That whatever this is between us, it's not just physical. There's something deeper here, something neither of us fully understands yet, but both feel.