Each thrust lands in rhythm with my heartbeat, my whole body is vibrating in sync with his. I feel stretched wide open, filled to the brim—not just physically, but emotionally. Like Knox is reaching into all the hollow places inside me, places I didn’t know were still aching, and somehow touching them with care. It’s like I’m being seen for the very first time.
How can a stranger make me feel this way?
Is it the drugs?
The exhaustion or the hunger?
Knox snaps his hips, a low sound rumbling out of him—half growl, half moan. Electricity crackles under my skin, and my eyes float closed.
Who gives a shit what’s causing it?
This feels incredible, and I’m going to let myself have it.
My head tips back, lips parting, and I moan—soft, unguarded, completely real. Pleasure licks along my skin, slow and sweet, a tingle blooming low in my belly. My pussy tightens around the thick cock inside me, muscles fluttering like they already know what’s coming.
It’s like the mixture of Knox and the drugs has unlocked something in me—opening doors to parts of my body I’ve never truly felt before. Every thrust sends another ripple through me, deeper, sharper, and more impossibly good.
And then it crests.
Not a crash. Not an explosion. But a deep, consuming pull—like my whole body is pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
I shudder around him, breath catching, nerves lit up and humming as the orgasm rolls through me, slow and endless. And Knox is right there, holding me through it,whispering into my ear as he keeps fucking into me, letting me feel every pulse and spark of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he pants against my neck. “Come for me. Let go.”
Tears spill again, trailing over my temples, into my hair. I don’t fight them. I don’t feel ashamed.I just feel.
Knox rocks into me gently, chasing his own end, but his touch never loses that softness. His fingers tighten around my thigh, his mouth brushes my jaw, and I swear his breath stutters like he’s overwhelmed, too.
“God, Sky,” he grunts, voice hoarse. “You feel like heaven.”
And maybe I do.
Because at this moment, I’m not used, rejected, or broken.
I’m just an omega, wanted and claimed.
And for the first time in forever, I don’t feel alone in my body.
Daybreak
Skyla
Light cutsthrough the back of my eyelids, waking me. I scrunch my face and rub my eyes hard before I peel them open. For a second, I don’t know where I am. It also doesn't help that my head drums slow and heavy, like someone stuffed my skull with wet cotton and hit it with a brick. My body aches in places I forgot could ache, and my tongue feels disgusting.
I shift slightly, and pain flares low in my spine. There’s a dull throb between my legs that pulls fragmented memories to the surface. Heat. Skin. A voice in my ear, low and rough.
Knox.
Where did he go?
I’m all alone in the dim tent. Pale morning light seeps through the seams. I’m curled on top of a pile of blankets, naked except for the green quilt pulled around my shoulders. I clamp it tighter, trying to keep the chill that creeps up through the ground at bay—the canvas is thin under me,and the dirt below is cool and damp. When I drag the blanket closer to my face I stop.
It smells like him.
Smoky cherry and sweat, and something sharper underneath—me. Our scents are tangled together in the soft fabric. My cheeks burn before I can stop them as my nose instinctively buries itself deeper into the fabric. I inhale without meaning to, and my entire chest pulls tight with something raw and needy.
I close my eyes for a second and memories rush in, hot and embarrassing. Knox’s rough hands and his heavy weight. The way I clung to him and begged him to fuck me again and again. Shame prickles across my skin.
