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Chapter Thirty-Seven

M y body is on fire, swallowed whole by the roaring heat within me. Thrust after thrust, Miller fills me with his length, gliding into me and stoking the flames of need. Chanting his name, I beg for release, beg for a bite, beg until the words no longer make sense. Until I become nothing more than sensation and surrender.

Sweat moistens my back, slides between my breasts, and I fist the sheets for leverage. Slamming my hips back, over and over, as the pleasure builds. Miller’s hand snakes around my front, anchoring me to him with a loud moan of appreciation. His big palm presses against my soft belly before sliding up between my breasts to collar my throat. Without slowing for even an instant, he lifts my body easily, dragging my back to his chest.

“Knot. Please knot,” I scream when the thick ring of muscle presses against my entrance. It’s exquisite torture. Miller widens my thighs so he can power up into, teasing my pussy, which clenches hard, trying to suck him deep inside.

“You’ll get my knot, but you need to come for me first. Come loud and hard. Scream my name,” he demands, bringing his other hand around to strum my clit. The fingers around my throat tighten, not enough to constrict my breathing, but just right to help my inner omega let go. I grind down as hard as I can, letting Miller play my body like a finely tuned instrument. My heart pounds as the most intense bliss I’ve ever felt pulses in my core.

The orgasm begins, bringing wave after wave of pleasure until my voice becomes hoarse from giving Miller exactly what he wants. And only then does my Alpha reward me with his knot. His thumb works my clit relentlessly, prolonging my release and using the rhythmic rolling of our bodies to work the thick intrusion into my entrance. Even with the heat haze surrounding me and slick pouring from my pussy, the stretch is intense, leaving me panting as he fills me to bursting.

“Look at you, omega. Screaming my name and taking my knot so perfectly. Just a little more.” With a final grunt, his knot pops in, and he roars my name as it expands, stretching the walls of my cunt and every hitting pleasure spot. Lights spark in my vision, our coupling so much more potent than ever.

“Alpha, bite,” I beg, twisting my neck to the side. There’s already the thrum of a bond in my chest, and I know he can feel it, too. The animalistic instinct drives us to complete the bond, to embrace our fate.

“I can’t hold back,” he grits, his body growing rigid behind me as he pulses his knot deeper still until it’s fully expanded, snapping into place and locking us tightly together.

“Make me yours, forever.” The words whisper from my lips, barely breaking through the moans as he finally lets go. With a roar, Miller’s cock twitches deep inside me, painting my womb with his release at the same time as his teeth sink deep into my neck.

His emotions flow into me, burying any discomfort in a whirlwind of desire, need, and a love so strong that it brings tears to my eyes. The sharp sting of the bite is nothing compared to our souls knitting together, finally fully becoming one.

Slumping against him, my heat satisfied for the moment, I bask in the afterglow, letting him gently bring us onto our sides to lie in my perfect nest. Once we’re situated, his hands roam my body, petting, soothing, and worshipping every curve of my body while his complete adoration fills the bond.

A rumbly purr vibrates along my back, and he releases my neck, licking at his bite to help it heal.

“My Puff. My world. My love,” he promises between licks, massaging every part of me within reach.

“I love you, Miller,” I say, trying to push my joy into the bond even as sleepiness takes hold. I fight valiantly, trying to keep my eyes open .

“Sleep baby, this is just the beginning,” he purrs, and my body goes lax, knowing everything is just as it should be.

Smoke swirls, the ashy, sooty scent choking me, coating my tongue as heat pounds through my body.

Am I on fire? Am I going to die?

The creaking of twisted metal surrounds me, and though I try to open my eyes, either I can’t, or everything is pitch black. Every part of my body is impossibly heavy. No matter how hard I try, nothing will move, not even a toe.

My mind races with fear. Am I paralyzed? Why can’t I move? Where are my parents?

Wracking my memories, I search for the last thing I can recall: the screeching of tires, the sliding of the limousine. Trapped in my mind, with just my panic for company, I scream. Unsure if my mouth is doing any of the talking.

Suddenly, a loud purr reaches my ears, dulling the terror coursing through the very marrow of my bones. Then, the scent of sweet, sweet churros bursts in, blocking the horrific char of burned rubber and soot. My body becomes weightless, floating through the air…

With a gasp, I wake from the dream that’s more like a memory. The remnants of the accident fade quickly as my heat takes over once again. But one thing remains—his scent. Miller’s deep cinnamon sugar, fried dough, and caramel sauce scent. It covers my nest and body, getting brighter with every breath I take. And I need more.

The source is sleeping next to me with one arm flung over his head, the other knuckle-deep in my pussy. My walls flutter, happy to have some part of him still inside my body, but it’s not enough.

Knot. Knot. Knot.

I clench around his fingers, wiggling onto my side to slide a hand down his muscular chest, trailing all the way down his abdomen. At my touch, one of his eyes cracks open, a smirk donning his lips.

“You need me, omega mine?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep. I don’t answer, sliding lower still until I reach the object of my desire, already hot, hard, and ready to fill my sensitive pussy.

A harsh cramp clenches my belly, pulling a keening wail from my lips. Miller’s fingers flex inside me, pumping in and out, calming the attack, but it’s still not enough. Not what I really want. Sensing my thoughts through the bond, he withdraws his fingers just in time for me to scramble onto my knees and then throw one leg over his hips.

“Fuck. Look at you. So fucking sexy.” Miller grips the base of his cock, lining it up and keeping it steady as I slowly lowered myself onto him. “Ride me, omega.”

His dick stretches me so good, calming the inferno inside, and I lose all sense of control. Sliding up and down his cock faster and faster, chasing my pleasure.

“That’s right. Use me, Posie. Take what you need.” His filthy words egg me on. “You’re so hot. Strangling my cock so good.”

Up and down, I lean forward until he’s hitting that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. Slick drips from my pussy, easing his way. Every rise and fall bring me closer to the edge.

Miller’s hands come up to grip my hips, guiding me up and down faster and faster until my moans and cries fill the nest. Our bodies crash together—one big ball of need and bliss.

“Take my knot,” he grunts, arching off the bed to power into me. With a hard thrust, it pops into my already sensitive hole, and my orgasm hits, throwing me right over the edge.

The world whites out for a minute, and when I come to, Miller has me pinned on my back, rutting into me as much as his locked knot will allow and prolonging my pleasure until I’m mindless and quaking. It’s the greatest joy. The strongest bliss.

And as I watch the star lights twinkle above us, I am complete. Whole. Strong.