Silas moved to her side, his hand stroking her face. “How does he feel?”
“Perfect,” she gasped. “So good. So full.”
“Tell him what you need,” Silas encouraged. “Don’t hold back.”
“Harder,” she said, looking directly at me. “Please, Beau. I need it harder.”
I gave her what she asked for, increasing the pace and force of my thrusts. She cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Dane’s hand reached between us, finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure. The combined sensation made her scream, her body clenching around me.
“That’s it,” Dane murmured. “Let go. Let us make you feel good.”
I could feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, and I knew I needed to warn her. “Sable, my knot. I’m going to knot you. Have you ever…”
“No,” she gasped, her eyes going wide. “Nathan never... he said it was primitive and unnecessary.”
Rage flashed through me at that, but I pushed it down. This wasn’t about him. This was about showing her what she’d been denied.
“It’s going to feel intense,” I said, slowing my thrusts to give her time to adjust. “Pressure and fullness. But it’s meant to help with heat. To give your body what it needs.”
“I want it,” she said desperately. “I want everything. Please, Beau.”
I pushed deeper, letting my knot catch at her entrance, feeling her body resist and then slowly accept. She cried out as it breached her, stretching her in a way she’d never experienced.
“Breathe,” I coached, holding still to let her adjust. “Just breathe through it.”
“It’s so much,” she gasped, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I feel so full. So complete.”
My knot locked fully inside her, and the sensation triggered both of us at once. She came with a scream, her body clenching around me so tightly I saw stars. The feeling of her pulsing around my knot pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into release, pouring everything into her while my knot kept us locked together.
“Beau,” she sobbed, trembling in my arms. “Oh god, Beau.”
I held her through it, feeling the aftershocks rolling through her body, feeling my own release pulse in waves. The connection was overwhelming, primal, exactly what her biology had been demanding. Resisting claiming her in that moment was nearly more than I could manage, but I wouldn’t let it happen this way. Not without knowing that it was definitely what she wanted.
When the immediate intensity finally eased, I realized she was crying. Not small tears, but deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body.
“Sable?” I asked, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she gasped between sobs. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just... I never knew. I never knew it could feel like this.”
“How does it feel?” Silas asked gently, stroking her hair.
“Like everything I’ve been missing,” she sobbed, the tears flowing freely now. Not from pain, but from finally, finally getting what her biology had been demanding for years. “Like I’m whole for the first time.”
Dane’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. “That’s what a knot is supposed to feel like. What you’ve been denied.”
“He said it was beneath him,” she cried, the words breaking on sobs. “That proper alphas didn’t need to knot their omegas. That I was wrong for wanting it.”
“He was a fucking coward,” I said fiercely, holding her close while my knot kept us locked together. “And he was wrong. There’s nothing primitive about giving your omega what she needs. Nothing beneath anyone about providing comfort during heat.”
She buried her face against my chest and sobbed, years of denial and shame finally breaking free. I held her through it, stroking her back, murmuring reassurances while my knot pulsed inside her.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “We’ve got you. You’re never going through heat alone again. You’re never being denied what you need again.”
The knot would hold us for twenty to thirty minutes, and I used every second of it to prove she was cherished. Kissing her tears away, holding her steady, letting her feel the fullness and connection that was her birthright.
