Page 100 of The Drama King
I should have protested. Should have found some last reserve of strength to fight. Instead, I found myself spreading my legs in desperate invitation, my body seeking relief from the unbearable heat.
"Please," I gasped.
Make it stop. Make the burning end.
When Dorian pushed inside, it felt like coming home. My body welcomed him with embarrassing eagerness, already familiar with his shape and rhythm. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back of what biology demanded.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth finding the mark he'd left earlier. "Say it again."
"Yours," I whispered. "All yours."
The truth I couldn't fight anymore.
His movements grew more intense as his knot began to swell at the base of his cock. I could feel the pressure building, the gradual stretch that both terrified and thrilled me.
"Take all of me," he commanded, voice barely human. "Take my knot. Complete the bond."
No going back after this. Never.
When his knot finally locked inside me, the stretch was almost unbearable: pleasure and pain in equal measure as my body yielded to accept the most primal form of claiming possible. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot rush of his release, felt the moment the bond sealed into place with irrevocable finality.
Done. It was done. Forever now.
The sensation triggered my own climax, more intense than anything that had come before. I screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around his knot in rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever.
We were locked now, physically and biologically, the knot ensuring his seed remained deep inside me where biology intended. The permanence of it settled over me with strange clarity.
Permanent. No escape now.
"Ours," Dorian murmured against my temple. "Forever ours."
Some broken part of me whispered back:Yours.
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Dorian
Thefirsthintsofdawn filtered through the heavy curtains of my master suite when I finally stirred from the deep, satisfied sleep that followed multiple rounds of claiming. My knot had locked inside Vespera three more times throughout the night as her heat peaked and ebbed, each coupling more intense than the last as the pack bond strengthened and solidified.
She was curled against my chest now, blonde hair spread across the Egyptian cotton pillows of her nest, her breathing deep and even in exhausted slumber. The nest itself was a work of art: built from the finest materials the mansion could provide. Silk sheets in deep burgundy, cashmere throws, down pillows arranged with instinctive precision. Oakley was pressed against her back, his arm draped protectively over her waist, while Corvus had fallen asleep in the leather wingback chair positioned strategically near the bed, ever the analytical sentinel even in rest.
My pack. My Omega. Mine.
The master suite's climate control maintained perfect temperature, the soundproofed walls ensuring complete privacy from the household staff I'd dismissed for the duration. Crystal decanters caught the morning light from the tall windows that overlooked the estate's private grounds, casting prismatic rainbows across the mahogany furniture.
Dark satisfaction curled through me, warm and heavy as I breathed in the scent of our combined claiming: my sandalwood dominant over her jasmine, with undertones of Oakley's cedar and Corvus's dark chocolate. The evidence of our ownership marked every inch of her skin, every breath she took. After months of planning, of systematic breaking, of careful application of pressure, she was finally, irrevocably ours. Here, in my territory, surrounded by luxury that spoke of generations of Ashworth power and wealth.
The game was over. We'd won completely.
Part of me was already calculating the next moves: how to dispose of her now that the conquest was complete, how to return her to her pathetic scholarship existence with the thorough understanding of her place in the natural order. The claiming had served its purpose. The psychological breaking was total. She would never challenge Alpha authority again.
But first, I should savor the victory properly.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake her as I pressed my nose against her throat where my claiming bite still stood out vividly against her pale skin. Time to assess the damage, to catalog the thoroughness of our conquest. The scent would be richest there, the marker of our ownership strongest at the place where I'd marked her as mine.
One deep breath, and my entire world exploded.
The dark satisfaction vanished like smoke, replaced by something so profound it left me gasping. Beneath the obviousscents of sex and claiming, beneath the jasmine that had drawn me from the beginning, there was something else. Something that made every Alpha instinct in my body roar to sudden, violent attention—not with dominance, but with desperate, consuming protectiveness.