His fingers grasped my wrists and forced them over my head. Both of them were dwarfed by the size of his hand. His other hand slid down my side and gripped my hipbone, grasping hard enough so that I was sure there would be marks left there for some time. For some reason, that just made me hotter. I writhed underneath his massive form, unable to stop myself from grinding my hips forward and pressing my body against his. He thrust so hard into me that my breasts jiggled with every single one.
For a moment, I wondered if he was bruising me. As another orgasm ripped through me, I decided that I didn’t care.
Eventually, I lost track of the number of orgasms he gave me. At some point, it just felt as if I was rising and falling on the wind, never knowing when it was going to stop and not wanted to fall. His touch on my skin was like heaven and hell, a beautiful destructive sin that I never wanted to end.
My screams turned primal. With every moan, I was reminded of a wild animal. I wondered if I’d gone rabid and this incredible savagery was the only thing that would be left of me in the end.
Maybe this would just be how I was now.
We fucked endlessly. It could have been hours or days, but nothing mattered other than the sweat on our skin and the slick between my legs. He claimed me so thoroughly that I questioned if I would be able to walk normally. My pleasure ravaged me, over and over again until I was a sodden mess of quivering sensation.
He broke me with pleasure and still I took more. I screamed. I sobbed. I felt.
Pain.
Pleasure.
More. So much more.
In those agonizing breaths, I felt the base of his cock begin to expand. A surge of panic spiraled through me but was quickly hushed by the aching desire that blazed even more intensely. That fear sizzled away into a gentler hum, but then he stretched me even wider. The pain burned more acutely, and that same panic raged on even stronger than before.
I tried to wriggle away. He didn’t let me. He still held my wrists captive, the other hand on my hip as he forced himself inside me so deeply that I cried out from the sheer hurt that cascaded through my body and settled firmly within my core.
He growled in warning and I whimpered as I clenched down around him. The searing agony cut through me, hot like a knife.
“You will take my knot, omega,” he snarled, and I sobbed beneath him.
I felt his knot hook behind the bones of my pelvis and still it grew even bigger, anchoring us together as one. There was nothing left in me to fight him. My inner walls fluttered around him in desperation and blatant need, but it hurt, and I struggled in that pain.
Gently, he purred for me and my body opened for him. He purred over and over until his knot was fully inflated. Then he deepened the sound, stoking my pleasure and coaxing it forth above everything else.
“Come hard for me. Come hard for your alpha,” he purred.
I screamed as the first spurt of his burning seed marked my pussy as his. I writhed beneath him, suffering through the endless pleasure and pain. I felt alive. I felt needed and wanted and everything in me exploded into a fiery chasm of aching hot bliss.
My eyes rolled back in my head and blackness surrounded me. It was as though I was soaring through the stars and then a white light as bright as the sun glittered from within. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn’t care. One scream after another ripped from my throat, but it no longer hurt. Bliss distorted into an agonizing sort of transcendence.
His seed spurted inside me in waves. It burned, but it forced me into one orgasm after the next, blazing hot instinct making me shake and tremble again and again no matter what I did.
Soon, I lost myself in it. I lost myself in him.
His fingers tightened on my wrists as his mouth descended onto my throat. At first, his kisses were gentle and then they turned more demanding. Possessive. Needy.
He kissed me like I was his, as if he owned every inch of my quivering form. His teeth scraped against my flesh and I couldn’t help but lean into him.
His teeth pierced my skin of my shoulder and I cried out, but it was too late. I couldn’t push him away. I couldn’t do anything but scream as one last orgasm obliterated every last thought in my head. I trembled through that terrible pleasure, feeling his knot pulse inside me as he bit me.
Even though I was so far gone, I knew what he was doing.
He was marking me. He was claiming me as his on the deepest fundamental level that could be done. With his mark scarring my skin, our souls would forever be tied together as one.
It meant that he couldn’t hide from me and I couldn’t hide from him. I would be his omega forever. He would be my alpha. His heart, soul, and every last emotion would surge through me without check, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
He’d be able to feel what I was thinking. He’d be able to know if I was happy or sad. The most dangerous part of all would be that he’d know when I was lying.
I couldn’t ever hide from him again. I wouldn’t be able to hide a thing.
We were mortal enemies, destined to try to destroy each other and now our lives would be intricately connected for as long as we drew breath.