“That’s the gist of it.”
“And you think I’m just going to… what? Fall in love with you? Choose a monster over going home?”
There’s a challenge in her voice. And a twinge of pain in my chest. So I fight dirty…
“I think,” I say, rolling my hips and making her moan, “your omega has already chosen. Your heart will catch up eventually.”
She huffs. “That’s incredibly arrogant.”
I nip at the soft shell of her ear. “You’ve come three times already, sweets, and we’re only getting started…”
“That doesn’t mean… oh, God!”
I start grinding my knot against her inner walls, slowly, at a deliciously torturous pace. And her arguments dissolve into whimpers.
“Doesn’t mean what, mate?” I ask fake-innocently.
“You’re… that’s not fair… using sex to win an argument…”
“All’s fair in love and war, my beauty.” I keep up my slow, wicked grinding. “And I’m gonna win. You’re gonna choose me. Chooseus.” I punctuate each sentence with a roll of my hips.
“How can you be so sure?” she says through a breathy moan.
Because I’ve been waiting for her my entire fucking existence. My inner alpha recognized my perfect little omega at first scent. She’s mine. And just the thought of the alternative…her leaving, rejecting me, is unbearable, and fills my chest with heart-wrenching pain.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I shift my angle and hit a spot deep inside her that makes her arch and cry out.
“Because,” I growl against her neck, dizzy with the smell of our combined scents, my thick, beastly tongue lapping where my fangs just grazed her delectable flesh, “you were made for me. And I was fucking made for you.”
“That’s not… I can’t just… oh God, do that again… please…”
I do it again. And again. Until she’s trembling, gasping, clutching at my fur, rolling her wide, round hips to meet mine. Her sounds making my fat cock pulse inside her.
“Still think you’re leaving?” I pant.
“I think you’re… fuck… incredibly annoying.”
“And?”
“And your knot feels amazing… and I hate that I’m probably going to do something stupid like fall for you.”
Pure bliss floods through me. My omega, my mate… my love, and she just said she’ll choose ME!
I purr, and she shivers at the sound, burying her face deeper in my fur. And my chest fills with warmth. Fuck me… So soft, so beautiful, so smart, so fucking hot…
I shake myself to redirect the conversation to our current predicament. “Now, should we discuss the part where your heat is going to last for days and I’m going to spend every moment of it knotted inside you?”
“D…days?” She sounds both horrified and turned on.
I chuckle. “At least. First heats triggered by true mates tend to be… intense, Belle.”
“Define intense?” She asks, looking up at me with her gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes and the cutest little frown on her pretty face.
When my knot finally releases, I pull out slowly, watching in fascination as my cum leaks from her well-used cunt. It’s thick and creamy against her deep brown skin. Fucking beautiful. Perfect.
“Intense,” I finally reply, already hardening again, “as in, you’re not leaving this bed until your heat’s over. I’m going to knot you so many times you lose count. By the time it breaks, you’ll be so full of my seed that there’s no question you’re bred.”
Her eyes go wide. “Bred? As in… pregnant?”
