Chapter 25

Gabriella screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body, all sense of time and the outside world lost to her. Once she reached pleasure in the double digits, and her Alpha had made her black out from pleasure, it no longer mattered. She was knotted on his cock, not for the first time, and wave and wave of pleasure crashed into her so fast and hard she was convinced she would drown. She couldn’t take anymore, couldn’t take any more pleasure nor any more cum inside of her aching cunt, yet every time she opened her mouth, she begged for more.

And her Alpha was always happy to give his desperate Omega more.

His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her backward, like he could somehow reach deeper than he already was, but they were locked together, and he had her stuffed from lips to cervix, unable to pull away or move or take any more. His cock pulsed inside of her as he filled her and growled again as she tried to pull away, to claw herself forward on the bed to escape him. It was too much, her cunt too swollen.

Trying to get away only tugged on his knot. That had another wave of pleasure hitting her, and her arms nearly gave out. He was so deep, so fully within her, breeding her and branding her as his own. She was helpless to do anything but take, and she cried out as another load of his cum pumped into her, intent on breeding her like her Omega body was begging for.

“Please, Alpha, please,” she gasped, although she didn’t know what she was begging for. “More, please—”

No. Not more. She couldn’t take anymore.

Yet she wanted more. Wanted more orgasms to race through her body, taking her to a new high she never wanted to come down from. More thrusts, where he tried to split her in two with his cock, and his force. More bruises on her hips, which he had tried to hold himself back from until she had begged for him to mark her entire body. More cum until her body was full of him, dripping around his knot, enough to soak the entire room and every blanket and pillow with it.

She wanted more, more of him, more of everything.

Her Alpha didn’t answer her save to growl again, and she shuddered as his hands left her hips to slide around toward her front, down her tummy, and to where they were joined. He kept touching his knot, making certain he was fully engaged, despite her telling him how fully she was every time. She was knotted like a proper Omega, knotted by her Alpha, and it was everything and more she could have ever dreamed of, being his lover, his mate, his Omega.

To think, she had once wondered if her believed Beta body could take his knot. It would have killed her without the slick and the stretch. He would have split her in two, and she would have died happily trying but died all the same.

But she was an Omega, made for this, made for his cum and his cock and his knot and his mouth as it dragged across her body and her glands and his fingers as he dug into her soft, supple skin. She was made for this Alpha and this Alpha alone, and she would never tire of him.

“I’m so full,” she gasped, wanting him to stop moving as he tested how tightly knotted she was but needing him to try again all the same, just to feel the ache and the burn. “I can’t—I can’t—”

She tried to say the words, to tell him that she couldn’t take any more, but that would be a lie, and she wouldn’t lie to her Alpha. Not when he was in his rut, lost to the overwhelming endorphins pumping through his veins. Not when she was in heat and needy and begging for every bit of attention he could give her. Lying to her Alpha while they were knotted together? Never. She could never. She loved her mate, loved him with every part of her being. She needed him to know how good it felt, how she could take more if he wanted to give it, how she would demand more from him if he doubted himself.

He was her Alpha, big and strong and possessive and demanding, and he had been vulnerable at the start, unsure of himself, and her devotion to him. He needed to know how badly she ached for him when they were apart, how she had cried every day while waiting for him to enter his rut and how not touching him burned her soul and turned her heart to ice. She needed him every second of every day, even while not in heat, and he needed to know that she wanted him, all of him.

He was her Alpha, and his emotions, and his fears, and his concerns were hers to worry about. That was her job, her duty, her privilege , and she would never fail her Alpha.

“Please, another,” she begged, even as she shuddered at the thought of another orgasm. It would kill her, given the way her heart was racing, and her skin burned, but she needed another, needed it to feel so good that it hurt, that it marked her, that it changed her. “Please, Alpha, more. I need you. I need you, please, Alpha— ”

His fingers moved from where they were on the inside of her thighs to where they were joined, and the rough skin rubbed her swollen, slick lips before venturing higher. If she weren’t dripping from her Omega slick, she would be raw, but all of the natural lubricant in the world wouldn’t change how achy her body felt already on the first day of her heat. She didn’t even want to think about how bruised she would feel by the end of it, from being stretched over and over again to fit his massive cock and swollen knot.

Her Alpha’s growl, the only sound he could make, reverberated through her body, and she shuddered with an urge to purr. She had retained her ability to speak up until this point, but with every orgasm, she struggled more and more to say what she needed, to remember what her Alpha needed from her or even what her own name was.

She was his, his Omega, and he was her Alpha, and she was . . . important. The boss. She was the boss, and he was her bodyguard, her enforcer, her right hand, and she was . . .

Having him actually touch her clit had her wanting to scream and rip him to shreds. She had told him something about foreplay at the start, that he didn’t need to waste time with such things when her body was made to be knotted, and his very growl prepared her to take him, but now that he was touching her, fingering her, she knew there was a different reason why she had shied away.

It was torture, absolute torture. Yet as she felt her orgasm start to choke her, she knew she would beg for more.

She was drowning in pleasure, her heart ready to burst, and her went going fuzzy as he kept going, pinching and rubbing and rolling and strumming as he growled low and deep.

His other hand moved to the glands on the inside of her thigh, and she choked on a plea, choked even on a purr, as she tried to remember how to scream and how to breathe and...

Forget her own name. It no longer mattered. All that mattered was this, being spread open by her Alpha, being touched by him and pleased by him over and over again.

Things like thinking could matter later. All that mattered was her next orgasm, and she was choking on it, choking on his name, his title , as she screamed for him again.

The last thing she knew before the lack of oxygen took hold of her last remaining senses was her slick leaking from around his knot and his dark chuckle as she writhed on his cock.

Time had lost all meaning, and nothing else mattered besides loving her Alpha and letting him worship her.

He was demanding, her Alpha, demanding in ways an Omega would whine about while in heat but praise later. He made her eat, made her rest, even made her drink water. He rubbed lotion on her skin and brushed her hair and tried to braid it. When she fought too much against the idea of sleep, only wanting to be knotted by him again, he fucked her to sleep, so she had no choice but to close her eyes and waste time. Time that could have been spent been filled and flooded by him.

She needed him more, needed him every second, but she tried to do as told, knowing arguing with her Alpha when he lifted water to her mouth or offered her something to eat would only waste more time. He would win in the end, ordering her to eat, growling, and she would obey, always, and would be aching and wanting and so aroused from his growl but be forced to sit there and eat until he was satisfied.

She was his Omega and, yes, her Alpha was wasting time on silly things like sustenance and rest, but she needed him. Didn’t he know how badly she needed him? How much she needed his knot and his cum and his mark on her glands? She needed him in her, over her, and under her.

And that was what she had, sitting in his lap, facing him, with his knot inside of her, her legs bent and knees on either side of his amazing ass, with her hands trapped behind her back as she tried to pull away from him, his mouth feasting on her breasts.

She sobbed as he moved from the right to the left, his tongue and teeth taking turns to lick and bite, making the already puffy tips ache even more. She purred as he resumed his earlier sucking, pulling the blood into them, making them even more sensitive.

It felt so good she couldn’t believe they hadn’t done this before—or maybe they had, and she had lost track of when. His mouth on her breasts was something she never wanted to forget and never wanted to end. Even with the pain, the pleasure was too good to stop.

She whimpered as he let go of the nipple he had been abusing and moved to the other, grabbing it first with his teeth and then his lips. She wanted to claw at him, to grab something, but he had of her hands behind her back, with his hands wrapped around her wrists, and she could claw at nothing but air.

He was enjoying this, enjoying her struggling and fighting against him, but he knew her better than she knew herself and knew she wanted this attention as much or more than he did.

She tugged at her wrists again, despite knowing that her Alpha wouldn’t let go, but he surprised her when he let go of her nipple and looked up at her, eyes wide as he searched her own.

Neither said a word as he looked her face over, from her tears to her mouth and then back into her eyes. After he loosened his hold on her wrists, she lunged forward, snapping her teeth at him, angry he would let go of her, that he would stop in his worship of her.

He knew what she wanted and needed, knew she was his prize, his Omega. It was his duty to give her every inch of pleasure she could take. So, why was he stopping? Why was he holding back?

He growled again and leaned forward, grabbing her clenched fists as his mouth moved not toward her breasts but instead to the gland at her throat. She cried out as another orgasm hit her, her inner walls clamping down on his knot. Every time his mouth touched the gland he would soon sink his teeth into, she lost her mind, delirious with the need to be marked and owned by him. He was her Alpha, she his Omega, and they would be bound by their souls somehow closer than the way they were attached now, with his knot locked inside of her as she milked his cock dry.

His hands released her before he moved his touch to her breasts, pinching her nipples, but she didn’t care about being held down any longer and ran her hands into his short hair.

She was going to die like this, split open by him while he tugged on her nipples and sucked on the place that only he belonged, and she didn’t care. Just so long as she was with him, nothing else mattered. Nothing else would ever matter ever again.

“That’s it, Omega. Take it. Take my knot. Fuck, wish you could look at it, wish you could see how your body trembles each time I pull out, then push back in again. Fucking beautiful, but you’re losing my cum. Open your mouth. We don’t want this to go to waste.”

She moaned, eyes only half open as she parted her lips, unable to form words. How he, her Alpha, could say anything at all was a testament to what rest could do for them. She only caught brief naps when he knocked her out with too much sex and had refused to eat anything he put to her lips. She was overstimulated, overexerted, overheated, and overwhelmed. Every orgasm took the breath out of her lungs, and every time he knotted inside of her stitched her back together again.

She would spend the rest of her life like this, being pleased and pleasured by her Alpha. Yet moving or fighting or talking or even thinking was too much. It was taking everything out of her just to obey his simple demands, so she lay there, letting her Alpha play with her as he pulled his half hard knot from her cunt, then pushed back in again, teasing her.

She had woken up, still knotted on him to find him still awake, which was becoming a bit of a rarity. Normally, they fell asleep while he was knotted in her, after he had teased and tortured her into more orgasms. Only after his knot had softened would she wake up, and they were a sticky, sweaty mess, aching to go again.

For him to stay awake? Maybe his rut was going faster than her heat but talking and thinking and even teasing him were not on her agenda.

She just wanted to sleep. And eat. And cool down.

Only she was in no mood for rest, food, or even water.

She wanted to feel wild and out of control and alive as she rode his knot, and he showered her with pleasure. Though even the idea of sitting up was preposterous, so instead, she was a lump on the bed, barely watching as he kneeled over her, a leg lazily tossed over his forearm. He teased her with his knot, pushing in and out and making her moan with every pass.

For some reason, she had thought his knot would deflate like a popped balloon, there one moment and gone the next. It seemed to happen that fast when the knot was forming, going from his girth to somehow feeling enormous inside of her in seconds.

Alright, yes, she was losing all sense of time and being, but it seemed to just... explode inside of her. Each time he pulled out, it would pop, then back in he went, forcing a moan from deep in her chest and a desire to writhe.

“Open, Omega. Be a good girl for me.”

Her mouth was open, but her lips parted even farther, her jaw aching. She had been screaming for hours, which was part of why her ability to speak was gone, although mostly, it was also an inability to form words and thoughts in her head. Her jaw cracked as she held it open. With his finger on her tongue, she tasted the mixture of his cum and her slick. She closed her mouth around the digit and sucked, tongue swirling, even though that part of her body ached as well.

The low growl coming from her Alpha told her how pleased he was with her, but he withdrew his finger. She wanted more or maybe not. Maybe sleep. Maybe a kiss. Maybe... whatever he told her she wanted. Yes. That would work. Her Alpha would decide for her. She liked when her Alpha made decisions for her something she didn’t think she liked at all outside of her heat but—

That was out there. And out there, in the rest of the world, they were two different people with plans and responsibilities and duties and expectations. Out there, she was someone else, someone determined and in control. She liked the woman she was out there, but right here, right in that very moment, she was his willing Omega, and he was her loving Alpha. He could make all the decisions he wanted for her so long as they stayed there, safe in their nest.

A nest. A nest! She hadn’t made a nest yet!

“Nest,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. “Nest, Alpha. Nest—”

“You’ll build us a beautiful nest,” he assured her as he climbed onto the bed fully and pushed his cock back inside of her. It didn’t ache quite as much as before, telling her that it was softening, but that wouldn’t last for much longer. Not with how his cock was hard, and he was grinning at her. “Strong. Safe. I’ll knot you in that nest and bite you and you’ll bite me and—”

“I will?”

The words were barely even audible, but as he wrapped her leg around his waist with one hand and held himself off the bed with the other to the side of her head, she knew he understood her question.

“Omega. Gabriella . Yes. Without question, yes. I belong to you as much as you belong to me. You are the boss out there and I’m somehow the one in control in here and—”

He kissed her, and with it, all thoughts of her being his and biting him and him saying her name , now that she thought about it, disappeared. He was hers, her Alpha, and she didn’t need to think or decide or control. She just needed this man, this Alpha , inside her and beside her for all the rest of their lives.

And that bite in her gland would seal it.

Nest . She needed to build a nest.

But her Alpha deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers and tasting familiar, just like his cum and her slick, and she forgot those plans and worries.

Later. It would have to wait until later.

She sat up in the bed, panic rising in her chest. She had fallen asleep again, lulled to sleep by her Alpha’s soothing touch and words of promise. His voice was so deep, so gentle, so caring, and she had closed her eyes, secure with his knot locked inside of her and his cock in her belly, and she had slept! She had slept for so long she felt rested, maybe even rejuvenated, but she was still hot, so very hot, and her nest wasn’t ready yet. She had prepared, been so prepared, with the softest blankets and pillows pulled out, ready for her use. They were still sleeping on the same sticky blanket with another tossed over them, and the same two pillows—and gross, they were all sticky and, yes, smelling of them but—

Sitting there at the foot of the bed, still neatly stacked, were the rest of the blankets and pillows. Last time—because she could vaguely remember last time—she was disgustingly sweaty and gross, and they had changed the blankets out but also fucked on the couch and in the shower and on the floor and other bedding had been used throughout. So, she had plenty of options.

But this time? This time, she had barely left the bed beyond her Alpha carrying her to the bathroom to empty the bladder he kept filling with water, and he had never changed the blankets because she had demanded he knot her again and quickly, every single time and—

She wanted to be angry at him—and with him because he should have known her nest would need plenty of blankets covered in their pheromones. But the nest was her responsibility, and here she was, worrying about not having it ready in time, and she had nothing to work with.

Gabriella scampered out of the bed, suddenly remembering her name, and looked toward her Alpha, her Matthew, who was only half awake. When she was last awake, she could remember nothing beyond the scent and taste and feel of him. Though she could remember enough to know that she needed to nest, and he was in her way if she was going to get any of the blankets ready for her nesting, which...

Panicking about their scents, she worried about him biting her and mating her. But the need to nest itself? It wasn’t there yet. It wasn’t...

How long had they been there? Hours? Days? When would it come? When had it even happened last time? She could barely remember anything now save that the soft blankets and sturdy pillows she had carefully chosen ahead of time for her nest were still free of their scents, and she needed to change that before she started nesting.

“What—”

His voice was scratchy, and he cleared his throat before growling and coughing at the end. His throat must have been hurting like hers, given all the screaming they had been doing. She was pretty sure even the Alphas across town had heard her screaming for more.

“What are you doing?”

“Need our scents,” she answered, surprised by how clear her voice came out. “Move.”

All the water he had made her drink earlier must have helped.

He moved off the bed slowly and moved toward her, reaching to touch the stack. She lashed out at him without thinking, her fingers curling as though claws, and he stepped back, hands raised. She almost apologized, but she saw his smirk, so she wouldn’t waste her breath.

Moving quickly, she pulled off the bedding and tossed them to one side, ready to put on a fresh set. She was in a rush because his growl was making her ache for her Alpha again, and they had work to do before he could knot her. Well, she had work to do. He just needed to stay out of her way.

And now, to get to work.

Gabriella climbed on and rolled across the surface, rubbing herself over the new bedding. Despite caressing the softest of blankets against her inner thighs, their softness still made her skin feel raw. Each one, she tried to spread some of their sticky fluids against until she heard a deep chuckle and looked toward her Alpha.

“What?” he asked.

“Knot me,” she answered, pouting. “Now.”

“Eat,” he answered instead and moved toward the food she had set aside.

Although she pouted, she didn’t argue as he climbed on the bed with food and opened her mouth to take what was offered to her.

“Pretty,” he said, the single word sounding garbled in his throat. “Pretty Omega.”

He could barely speak, yet he was still using what few words he had to compliment her. She loved him so much, but she was so frustrated with him. Partially for making her eat but mostly because his knot wasn’t inside of her.

“Grumpy,” she answered, wanting him to know her displeasure. “Empty.”

She hadn’t expected that word to urge him on. Yet somehow, it did because, despite the food he had in one hand, he tugged her to him with the other and pulled her onto his lap.

His cock was hard again, and in seconds, she was sitting on top of it, her slick running down his belly as he laid back and another bite in her mouth.

She could eat like this any day, with her Alpha laying under her and his cock in her cunt. She could eat like this for hours.

If opening her eyes was hard, then moving her body enough to sit up in the bed was nearly impossible. Every part of her ached, including parts of her that she didn’t even know could ache, and she felt a sudden chill run over her skin. She was hot and cold, hot from her own internal body temperature rising even higher and cold from the air in the rest of the room. She wanted to pull another blanket on herself, but it would take too much energy.

Perhaps a shower would be better, although that would require standing in it, and she didn’t have the patience to wait for the bath to fill.

She wanted something, needed something, but it was on the edge of her mind, not quite ready to form a complete thought but present all the same. There was something she needed to do, although not quite yet. Maybe after another nap. Maybe after more sex.

But the thought of sex made her shudder, as her cervix was still throbbing from the last time he had shot his cum deep into her belly in an attempt to breed her. It would be futile, of course, although she couldn’t remember why, but it was something they had to do all the same, their very nature demanding they at least try.

An orgasm. That was what she wanted. It wasn’t the other thing that she also needed to do, but if it wasn’t coming to mind, then whatever it was, it would have to wait it’s turn. Maybe after an orgasm, she would be able to think clearer or at least feel a little less hot.

The problem was, she didn’t want his knot or even his cock, inside of her when she had it.

The idea of going back to orgasms without something inside of her had been preposterous after the first time he had buried his fingers inside of her while sucking on her clit in her office but after being fucked for hours on end, the idea of her inner walls clenching down as much as they wanted with nothing pushing back sounded amazing. Just... emptiness.

Emptiness. Really? That was the point she was at?

She would probably regret the thought later and be sad she hadn’t cum all over his cock while he groaned and called her his good Omega but empty orgasm. Yes. Now. Please.

Her Alpha was sleeping on his back beside her taking shallow breaths, a sure sign he was on the verge of waking up. He was more or less in sync with her, frequently waking up before she did, and she wanted to take a moment to look at him, to study his features, and his beauty, but she couldn’t stop thinking about an orgasm. No. No! He was her beautiful Alpha, all spread out and ready to give her more pleasure, and she wanted to enjoy this, to enjoy a quiet moment to herself to take him in and enjoy looking at him.

Her perfect, handsome, strong, intimidating Alpha. She had heard others talk about how, when he entered a room, others trembled at the mere sight of him. The only trembling she ever did was between her thighs at the thought of what he could do to her, knowing how perfect he was inside of her.

Maybe she should just climb on his lap and slip his cock inside—

No! Orgasm! Orgasm without his massive fucking log inside of her battered cunt.

The toys that they spoke about using but had yet to get their hands off each other long enough to grab, were still tucked away in her side table, now more or less forgotten since she had found her mate, but she considered reaching over him and finding a vibrator to use quickly. He was barely even awake, and he might even punish her for it, which sounded delicious but...

She studied him again, taking in his dark features, the scruff growing on his cheeks and chin, his furrowed brows, and his perfect lips. She loved his lips so much, from watching him talk to kissing them to feeling them on her body, and she loved his chin, and she loved—

She loved his mouth between her thighs. Yes. That was what she wanted. His face between her thighs, eating her out while his strong hands wrapped around her wrists, keeping her from pulling away but also keeping his fingers busy, so they didn’t find their way into her sex.

She was going to sit on his face. His jaw was perfect, the perfect seat for her and what a way to wake up. She was brilliant and such a good Omega to involve her Alpha in her pleasure. This was exactly what she needed, his tongue, and his attention and—

“Stop thinking so hard,” he grumbled, his voice still sounding a little hoarse, despite all of the water he had forced on them both. “Let me do that.”

“Unf,” she murmured, unable to find the words and instead settling on a disgruntled noise. “I...”

She tried to find the words to express what she was feeling, what she wanted from him and what she desperately didn’t want at that moment. Normally, she enjoyed him pushing her past her own denial, making her take another orgasm despite her begging for peace or him telling her she could take his cock again, that she needed to be knotted again but at that moment?

She would cut his dick off with the knife she had tucked away in her side table if he brought that thing anywhere near her sore cunt.

“Don’t speak,” he instructed with a sigh and rolled further onto his back with his face turned up to the ceiling, and his eyes closed again. “Just do what you need. Take what you need.”

She didn’t move at first, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t annoyed or upset with her in any way, but when he peeked at her with one eye open, and his eyebrow raised, she realized instead that he was being entirely serious. Whatever she needed, whatever she couldn’t voice or explain, he was there and waiting. All she had to do was move.

Shifting up on the bed and groaning as her bones creaked, and her muscles ached, she moved onto her knees and worked her way closer to him. His eyes were half open now, watching her as though waiting for a sign on what he was to do and lifted his hand slightly as she inched her way toward his side, her knees touching his rib cage. She was very decidedly ignoring his cock, which she knew without checking was hard underneath the blanket he had thrown over himself before they slept, and she turned herself toward his face before taking his hand and carefully lifted one knee to try and straddle his chest.

His other hand moved almost immediately, touching inside her lifted knee, and helped to guide her to straddle him. Her gaze didn’t move from his face, watching to see if he showed any surprise or annoyance, but his face remained blank, save to furrow his brow again as she groaned when her butt settled on his abdomen.

“Up?” he asked, seeming to know where she was headed at that moment.

She nodded in answer, and he moved his hands to her hips, tugging her up his chest before shimmying his own body further down the bed, and his head off the pillow. He was doing the work, and the moving and moved his hands from her hips, so he could slide one arm and then the other under her legs until finally she was sitting on his chest. His arms wrapped over her thighs, helping her spread her legs further, and she moved a little higher until she was hovering over his neck and then his face.

There were only a few inches between his mouth, and her cunt but looking down between her breasts, she could see a smirk slide over his lips as his focus shifted entirely to her cunt. She had feared, as he was an Alpha with an instinctual need, particularly during his rut, to knot and breed her, that he would be at least slightly annoyed at the prospect of not being inside of her. Instead, he not only seemed pleased to be offered to eat her out but ravenous at the prospect.

“I’m going to fucking enjoy this,” he growled as the rumbling vibrated against her ass.

He leaned in and tightened his hold on her legs to pull her onto his face, but she remembered her arms, hanging limp at her sides, and the one last thing she needed from him to have everything she desired. “Wrists!”

His grip on her didn’t loosen, and she could feel his breath against her swollen sex, but he still paused while looking up at her, brow once again raised. “You want me to hold your wrists?”

“Please. No... no hands in—”

His chuckle was dark and deep, almost delighted, and his eyes opened fully as he looked up at her. She wished she could see his mouth and whether or not he was smirking again, but it was hidden between her thighs, so all she could do was look down into his eyes and feel his mouth moving against her slit. “Are you sore, my Omega? Has my knot broken you? Is your cervix bruised and marked by my cock?”

“Yes,” she huffed, trying to fight off the annoyance. “Please. Please . I need—”

“I know what you need. You need to remember what it feels like to tighten around nothing, so that when I take you again, you remember that your body was made to take every inch of me, to be split on my cock and locked onto my knot. I’ll give you that and then you’ll plead for me to knot you again. Don’t worry, my proud Omega. I’ll give you my knot again when you beg me for it.”

She would do no such thing, but the confidence in his words and tone told her that she probably shouldn’t voice that thought, on the good chance she would be wrong.

He chuckled darkly again before pulling her over his mouth, and she gasped as his tongue slid between her folds, and her slick started to escape. Almost as though it had been trapped between her lips, her slick flowed out of her, ready to help her stretch around something that wasn’t there. Instead, it was his tongue, and she sagged with relief, even as his hands released her thighs and moved to grab her wrists. He rubbed against the glands, and she shuddered, already feeling her pleasure start to rise.

“Please, Alpha , I’m—”

All thoughts of speaking disappeared as his tongue slid to her clit, flicking across the ignored bud. He hadn’t touched her there since he had made her black out from her there while he had her knotted, so the sudden pressure and attention had her on edge, tugging at his hold on her wrists as he continued, not slowing or pausing. Licks and flicks became sucking and then he growled again, whether or at the taste or knowing she enjoyed the vibrations, and she felt another wave of slick flowing out and onto his mouth and chin.

His pheromones flooded the space around her, and whether he would have even chosen to eat her out rather than knotting her evaporated entirely. He was enjoying this. Enjoying devouring her sex and having her slick all over his chin. Enjoying tasting her and himself because she was still sticky and dripping from his cum.

She was the luckiest Omega in the world, with the most perfect Alpha between her thighs, who enjoyed giving her hours of pleasure and wracking numerous orgasm from her tired body, without a care in the world for his own pleasure.

He was made for her, in every way, in every aspect of life. She would never question how her Omega nature had known he was hers while still suppressed and hidden nor the paths they had taken to find one another. Nothing could be better than feeling his body against hers. Nothing could be more perfect than having this man, this Alpha, loving and worshipping her.

And she would destroy anyone who ever dared stand against them ever again.

“I’m, oh, fuck—” she gasped, her voice squeaking higher with each word.

She was on the verge of her orgasm, her heat already having her on edge, and she felt a prickle of sweat raise across her forehead and chest as her thighs burned. They were shaking, despite her weight sitting on him, and she rotated her hands to grasp his wrists, her nails digging in on either side of his glands. She was so close, needing something to push her over the edge.

His tongue slipped away from her clit, and she sobbed out as the edge slipped away from her so close, but still burning. She needed more, needed him to carry her through. He was normally so good and perfect at keeping up his motions, doing whatever he was doing to get her to the edge she was close, so why—

Fuck, he knew she was close and had pulled back, edging her. Tears prickled her eyes, but she secretly loved it. Not that she would admit it. Edging her while in heat? So cruel so torturous so devious so unbelievably hot, as he pushed his tongue into her cunt and licked the slick now flowing from her. She was choking on words, checking on another plea, ready to bargain, whatever she had to do but then his tongue was back on her clit and—

Fuck. Fucking fuck. She knew what she was missing. Knew why she wasn’t orgasming already and sending cum and slick all over his face and neck.

It was his cock. His perfect, thick cock. His cock that could now knot her after weeks of waiting for his rut to return. She needed it to cum and—

No, she fucking didn’t. She was going to cum, even without his cock inside of her but fuck, she was definitely going to be begging for his knot again after this.

Her screams filled the room even before the numbing waves of pleasure soared through her. His fingers rubbed against her glands as he sucked hard on her clit, and she screamed even louder as her cunt tightened around nothing, the muscles contracting tighter than they had in days. She was flying high, soaring, her body tensing in a way stretching her sore and tired muscles and soothing her aches away. His arms over her legs, and his hands on her wrists kept her from pulling away even as the pleasure overwhelmed her until she was sagging forward, close to falling over completely and could scream no more.

His hold on her stayed until his tongue had cleaned every last drop and then it was only her nails digging into his forearms that still held her upright. He shifted his body up on the bed and tried to pull her down. She was strung out, exhausted yet very alert. It was everything her body had needed, and she could see and think clearly. Every sense in her body was still tingling, and she released her hold on him, allowing his hands free to help him shift them on the bed.

He didn’t let her pff him entirely, instead moving her onto his legs as he sat up. His cock was firm and resting between their stomachs, but he seemed in no rush as he settled her in his lap and brushed strands from her face. The braid they kept weaving her hair into was long gone, and she looked up at him in awe as he kept stroking and petting her, almost soothing her in a way. She turned her face as his forearm moved close to her mouth and pressed a kiss against the gland. His fingers curled over her cheek, and she turned her gaze toward him once more before leading her closer to him and kissing her.

She could taste her slick and her cum on his lips and tongue and his cum as well, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. There was no rush in his kiss as he moved his hands to her lower back, holding her against him, and she lifted her tired arms to wrap around his neck, loving the way he treasured her.

Her Alpha. Her Matthew. He was hers, and she was his, and she always would be.

Just as soon as his teeth were in her skin.

“Feeling better?” he asked as they pulled away for a breath.

She took another deep one before nodding, feeling almost shy. She felt better than she had in days, despite her arms and legs feeling like gelatin, but she was now more aware than ever of just how hot she was, hot enough to burn anyone other than her Alpha.

“I’m hot,” she whispered, and he nodded, rubbing his nose against hers.

“You’re close to the end. Next time we wake up, maybe. Have enough blankets ready? Pillows?”

Her mind was still somewhat clear, leaving her feeling more Gabriella than Omega, so the question gave her pause. She had a plan—or at least, her Omega intuition did, and she was too tired to parse through her mind to answer that.

“Mmm.”

She wanted to sleep, but there was also an emptiness in her belly that needed filled.

“Matthew?”

His name, just his name, was all she could manage to say, and he nuzzled her again before kissing her softly.

“ Omega .”

Ah.

While her head was clear, his certainly was not, and she smiled against his lips.

“Alpha.”

He smiled against her lips, then kissed her again, this time deeper. His cock bobbed between them, and his pheromones wrapped around them, making her head slowly turning fuzzy once more. He was going to make her beg for it.

“I needed that so badly,” she whispered, as though raising her voice would upset the careful balance and peace. “So good. Did I taste good, Alpha?”

“So good,” he insisted, his voice thick. “So fucking good. Taste fucking delicious, my pretty Omega.”

Good. That was good. Maybe she could—

“You’ll still need to beg me for my knot.”

She huffed, a low whine escaping her.

Beg? She didn’t want to. She never normally would. She was too proud to beg or, at least, her human side was.

Her Omega half, however, was now in charge, and she would do anything to please her Alpha.

“I need it,” she gasped and rocked her hips against his, trying to rub her slick against his length. “I need you. I need you inside of me. Need your knot in me so badly.”

His chuckle was dark, telling her before even spoke that he would need more. “You can do better than that, Omega.”

She could do better than that, but she was struggling to find the right words.

“Please. Please . I need to feel you stretching me open. I need to feel your knot locked inside of me. I need to feel your cum spilling inside of me, unable to escape. I need you, Alpha, need your knot, so I can build us our nest, our safe space, so you can mark me and brand me and—”

And those were, apparently, the magic words. It didn’t feel much like begging or pleading to her own ears, but her Alpha was clearly pleased as he growled and lifted her onto his waiting cock, filling her cunt. She gasped against his mouth, ignoring the burning in her thighs from the position, but he seemed to know already that she couldn’t stay like that much longer as he laid her flat on her back, still inside of her and rocked his hips, slowly fucking her with every delicious drag.

“Perfect. It has to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Just like my Alpha. It has to be perfect for me and my Alpha.”

Muttering to herself, she worked, still amused by where her Alpha had fallen asleep, near the foot of the bed. His position gave her the ability to nest without waking him, so when his eyes opened again, he could see what she had done for him or really, for them. It would be the perfect place, against the headboard to use the support of the wall to brace the pillows and use the only two firm ones covered in their scent for the sides. Each blanket and pillow were moved into the right place, some balled up while others were rolled and tucked along sides. She used only the softest ones for the bottom, while the sheets were draped carefully to create their own little private space. She wanted this to be different and perfect somewhere they could remember him knotting her and marking her, and her marking him in return.

Perfect. It had to be perfect. She had to do everything just right, so he would know what a good choice he had made in being with her despite his earlier misgivings and fears. Her silly Alpha—to think that he would be unable to knot her. She had known all along he would knot her this time around, without those absurd chemicals in their systems. Never again would she rely on such things, including the stupid birth control injection, guaranteed to be strong enough to keep even an Alpha’s seed from taking hold.

That was okay. Next time. Next time, she would skip it, even if having a pregnancy and a baby at not the right time—

No. She was always right, even when she was wrong, for her Omega and human side. Everything was too blurry and hazy when she tried to think about the rest of her life. There was a reason why a baby was a bad idea, at least right then and there, but this only meant that she and her Alpha could do this more often, all the time, regularly. His rut would demand it, demand that he knot her, all in hopes of breeding her, which would not be possible. She could enjoy her Alpha for longer before a baby interrupted their fun. Yes, see! Her human side was clearly very wise to think ahead.

Regular knotting and mating and nesting and burning up with heat? All, but the last one sounded amazing.

She could really do without the whole burning temperature thing, though.

She wiped her hand across her brow, trying to ignore the sweat dripping from her well fucked body. Her heat was coming to an end, so she had to make this last time perfect, so they ended their time on the best note. Memories of this would have to last them until the next time he verged on losing control, with only her perfect Omega body able to soothe him.

“Gabriella?”

Her Alpha was sitting up and calling her name. The wrinkles on his brow were soothed, another sign that their time together was coming to a close. His rut was losing hold on him and after this, when they next awoke, the hormones running through their veins would be settled until they once again built up, and he needed to rut again.

“ Omega .”

He sounded breathless, focusing on what she was working on, and she smiled, pleased with herself.

She still had two more blankets to tuck around the side, and she completed their area as he shifted about on the bed. Just as his hand touched her shoulder, she smoothed the last blanket in place and beckoned him toward the nest itself.

“It’s perfect, right?”

“So perfect, Omega. Perfect like you.”

She preened under his praise and watched as he moved into the nest itself, settling his back against the softer pillows which were sitting up against the headboard. Pulling her in to join him, he settled her on his lap once again, facing him. His hands ran over her forehead, her brow, then down her neck, avoiding the swollen, angry glands which demanded his bite and onto her shoulders and upper arms. His touch was amazing, cooler than her own burning skin, and she shivered as she leaned against him, her head resting on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

It beat perfectly in time with her own, another sign of how connected they were already, without even souls bound. That would all change very soon. While she was tired of waiting for it, she was also nervous. Everything had gone perfectly, and she didn’t want to consider the possibility that something would go wrong, but the thought was still there.

“I’m here,” he murmured into her hair as his hands moved up and down her back. “I can smell the worry on you. I’m here, Omega. You’re safe with me. Always.”

Always. She would always be safe with him. For the rest of her life.

“Will you—”

“Yes.”

“And you, for me?”

They had dreamed of this for so long, and now it was coming true.

She nodded, then lifted it from his chest to look at him, taking him all in. He was beautiful, perfect, amazing, and hers. She could think of nothing else beyond that, how much they loved and needed each other.

Nothing else was said as he filled her one last time, and they moved together slowly, rocking against one another. There was no question of whether they would find their pleasure in one another, as simply being with him was pleasure, and she could feel her orgasm rising steadily, not rushing to the surface as it had so frequently in the past few days. Running his palms over her legs and her lower back, he kept his movements in time with her own. His mouth brushed against hers, but he didn’t kiss, and she suspected his teeth felt the same as her own, aching, knowing that soon, they would taste one another’s blood.

She needed to mark him as desperately as she needed to be marked, knowing he wanted that from her, wanted his Omega’s bite, meant everything to her. She didn’t close her eyes, even as the lids felt heavy and focused on him as he brought her higher, his slowly growing knot at her entrance telling her he felt the same. It was inevitably something no one else could have ever stopped, their being together. She was made for him as he was made for her, and nothing, and no one would ever stand in their way again.

“I love you,” she gasped as he hit a particular spot inside of her and shuddered, all too aware of how close her orgasm was. “Please, Alpha. Please, bite me and make this forever.”

It was making her feel suddenly nauseous, the anticipation of their joined climaxes all too close, and she finally gave up on keeping her eyes open as her head fell back, exposing her gland to him.

“Perfect, love, perfect. All I’ve ever wanted,” he groaned, and she felt his mouth on her throat, leaving wet kisses across her skin as he approached the swollen gland.

Another shudder raced through her body as his lips brushed the edge and then his mouth was over it, sucking and drawing more blood to the surface. She was so close, so close to her orgasm and to his knot locking him inside of her, and she felt something against her lips, the soft skin of the gland teasing her into licking his skin.

Her lips parted fully as she gasped, her orgasm cresting, and his knot suddenly expanded. He groaned against her skin and then she felt his teeth, already pressed against her skin, dig into her sensitive gland. That was all it took for her to bite down as well, in pain and pleasure. They moaned as they kept rocking. Everything, her feelings and emotions, her fears and desires, flowed out of her and mixed with his, and she sucked on the gland, tasting the copper of his blood, and the pheromones he always emitted around her. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet and rich, and she craved more, craved him.

His mouth left her throat, and she let go of her hold on his wrist to kiss him. It was only for a moment as she tasted her own blood and pheromones on his tongue before she felt too tired to do anything but sag against him, her head going to his shoulder as she breathed heavily. No other words were spoken as they clung to one another, no longer moving save to breathe, and she closed her eyes completely, unable to keep herself awake any longer.

They were bound, for all eternity. She would never be parted from her Alpha again, in this lifetime, or the next.

And with that final thought, she let go and fell asleep.

The first thing Gabriella was aware of, as she struggled to open her eyes, was the steady beating heart against her cheek. She was still in Matthew’s arms, his cock soft, and their combined cum sticky between them, and all she felt was safe and warm.

She could sense something more than that as well, like a feeling of peace not her own. She could sense peace, desire, concern and—

“I can feel you,” Gabriella gasped, already knowing without moving that he was awake.

“Our souls are bound,” he confirmed, his voice sounding as sleepy as she felt.

She didn’t know what else to say, not wanting to move from their current position, but her thighs ached, and she was gross all over and needed to shower and dress and eat something and then find her phone and—

“One thing at a time,” he insisted with a groan. “I don’t know what you’re listing off in your head, although I can guess, but one thing at a time.”

Gabriella sighed as she realized this meant they had to get out of bed and get back to work. There was so much to do, and while she did want fresh air and clean sheets, she was also not ready to leave their peaceful privacy.

“I don’t want to get out of this bed,” she murmured and turned her head to kiss his chest, just above his heart. “I mean, I do. We both reek of sex and hormones but—”

“We don’t have to go out into the world just yet,” he said, and she smiled against his skin in answer. “We can shower, eat, find some clean bedding and go back to sleep. I don’t think anyone would judge us for that.”

“I would shoot anyone who said a word against it.” She looked up at him, her love, her Alpha. “We’re soul bound.”

He smiled down at her and nodded only once, then lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing where her ring normally sat. “Marry me?”

She had taken it off to prepare for her heat, not wanting it to snag or catch on anything and knowing her fingers would swell over their time together.

She giggled, no longer hating the sound on her own lips in private and shook her head. “I already am. We more or less are.”

“Today. Tonight. Whenever. I know you need a big ceremony befitting your position and to have pictures in the paper, and all that but that’s for everyone else. Marry me, now, for us.”

“A secret wedding?” she asked, raising her brow. “Oh, what will my uncles think?”

“They can be our witnesses so not a damn thing.”

He really did seem to have it all figured out.

“Okay.”

His fingers entwined with her own as he leaned in, kissing first her forehead and then her lips. It was soft and perfect, in complete contrast to the battle hardened Alpha she knew him to be. For good measure, she kissed him one more time before pulling away with another sigh.

“Shower and then you make the call while I find us food?”

He nodded, but he also didn’t pull away, and his cock harden slightly against her inner thigh.

“How?” she laughed, shaking her head. “Alpha stamina really is a wonder to behold.”

“You’re too beautiful for me to resist,” he pointed out, not shying away. “We can ignore it, if you want.”

She thought about it, although not too hard. She was gross and sore and tired and in desperate need of a shower but...

“Or, you can fuck me in the shower, one last time before you become my husband.”

He grinned and then they were up and out of the bed, her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bathroom. He made it seem so easy, to act on her every whim, an action she knew would continue for the rest of their lives.

Her Alpha, her Matthew, was destructively devoted to her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.