“Fuck!”
I yelped at the sudden intrusion, hearing sounds from the others in the background, but I couldn’t give their concerns attention, not when I rolled my hips and just felt him.
“She’s OK. More than OK, aren’t you, omega?”
“Mm-hmm…” My eyes fell closed, my head nestling into Max’s shoulders as he moved us slightly, just pulling out slightly, then pushing back in with little micro strokes.
“Better than OK.”
His words were a prompt, right when I was spiralling down into pure fucking sensation. I was so full, yet I could feel him stab into me, even when he was only moving slightly, just enough to get used to the very thick cock piercing me deep.
“Good,” I croaked out, unable to speak more, despite my throat working. “So good.”
“Well, you feel like fucking heaven in my arms, on my cock.” His hands moved restively, holding me close, pushing my hair away from my neck, all while his lips sucked down my little sighs of pleasure. He wasn’t going to find what he needed, because it was this.
He was trying for something sweet, something romantic, where the two of us stared into each other’s eyes as he claimed me, and those moments would come, somehow I knew that, but not now. I whined as I was plucked off his cock like a doll and turned around, then that hand went to the back of my neck, pressing me down into the bed as the other gripped his cock and rubbed it all over my aching entrance before he stabbed forward with a savagery that took my breath away.
“Yes…” I hissed out, writhing under him, trying to buck backwards and take him deeper, but I wasn’t the one in control here. Max pulsed his hips, pushing inexorably deeper with each stroke, but in his time, not mine. “Max…alpha…please…”
“I’ve got what you need, never fear. You just have to trust me.” Just like that, he seated himself as far as he could go, and I felt that strange sensation that came from pressing hard your cervix, drawing moans from me. “Now hold on, love, because this is using the last of my control.”
As if to punctuate that, he drew back, then slammed inside me, but that didn’t worry me at all. My spine lengthened somehow, as if to make room for him to give me more. Which he did, over and over, in long, spine tingling strokes that had my whole body coming alive at the sensations he was dragging out of me. The heavy, friction filled,stretch you to your limitsthrusts shoved me forward, only for me to press back.
“That’s it, omega. Fuck, you feel so damn good—so slick and wet, I just want to sink down into you.”
As if to remind me what was coming the next time he slammed into me, I felt his knot grind against me. It slapped my clit with each stroke, sending great shivery waves of pleasure each time, but now. Currently, it asked me a salient question—how far did I want to go tonight? Did I just want him to fuck me boneless, breeding my needy cunt, or did I want it all? Him locking down inside me, that lump rubbing persistently against my G-spot over and over until…
“More,” I answered, gasping as I felt my body part, ready to take him.
“Not yet. Need to fuck you hard. Need to claim this cunt. Need to make you fucking mine.”
His claws dug into my neck as he pounded into me, and something just went loose inside me at all this sensation. I wanted the sharp and the hard, the fast and the deep. I wanted every damn thing he had to give and then some. My cries spurred him on, his strokes becoming a blur, and me with it. It felt like something swelled up inside me, rising and rising, throwing everything off but this.
“Max!” I yelped out his name. “Max!”
“Got you. Take my fucking knot. Take it!”
His last stroke thrust deep and then went deeper, my body parting to allow him in, stretching, stretching, while the pleasure was indescribable, right as it started to feel like I’d bitten off more than I could chew. His hand was yanked away from my neck and slid around, working my clit in a blur as he pushed himself deeper, then it was one, long, lazy flex of pleasure within me that let him in.
I was coming, but it felt so fucking different. Not a quick succession of desperate little clenches and a wave of pleasure, but this—slow, sensuous undulations, inside and out, full body ripples of pleasure ebbing and flowing.
“Fuck, that’s it, Sage. This is it.”
I bent my head to the side on instinct, the tightening and releasing inside me signalling exactly what we had to do. We were already simmering in a soup of pleasure, but there would be so much more, it promised, if we just submitted. Let him bite us, claim us, tie this beautiful man and his fucking magic knot to me, to indulge in over and over.
“Ready, baby?”
That was all the warning I got as his body hunched over mine as he shoved his knot as deep as it could go, dragging a low scream from me right as his fangs found my throat. His teeth were like the sun, searing and filled with a golden light as they snapped down, right as my world was transformed.
I wasn’t Sage, and I didn’t have a body. Instead, I had become light itself, spiralling up, and he came with me. I felt it then, a massive rush of affection and warmth, fierce protectiveness and just as vicious joy, then a need for me that was frankly humbling, coupled with a knowledge that it would be satisfied, always satisfied. Something clicked deep down inside me, and that was when I came.
Over and over, the pulses of pleasure kept swamping over my head, pushing me down, drowning me in all of their delicious sensation, until there was no he and me, only we.
“Mine.” He scooped me up into his arms, and I went willingly, locked down tight as I was, feeling his last few spurts of cum erupting inside me. “Mine.”
“Mine,” I agreed, liking this word much too much now, because it hit me completely differently. I wasn’t laying claim to a seat on the bus or the last coffee pod. I was claiming him, Max.
My mate.