Then I lower myself again.
Slowly.
Savoring the fullness, the stretch, the way my body yields to him like it was designed for this exact purpose.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You're so big. I've never?—"
"Good." His grip on my hips tightens, guiding me into a rhythm. "No one else gets to have you like this. Just me, hmm."
The possessiveness should annoy me.
Trigger all my defenses about being owned, being controlled, being treated like property.
But coming from him—from Sage, who spent all this while letting me have power over him, who could have escaped the handcuffs at any moment but chose to stay bound—it doesn't feel like ownership.
It feels like devotion.
I start to move faster.
Up and down, finding a rhythm that makes my toes curl, that sends sparks shooting up my spine with every downward thrust. My slick makes the glide effortless—obscenely wet sounds filling the room as I ride him, as I take what I need, as I prove that I can do this without falling apart.
He growls beneath me.
The sound primal, possessive, and so Alpha it should terrify me.
Instead, it makes me moan.
A high, desperate sound that I try to muffle by biting my lip, but he hears it anyway.
"Don't hide from me," he demands. "Let me hear that melodic voice of yours."
I giggle—can't help it, the sound bubbling up from somewhere unhinged and delighted.
"You're not making me feel anything," I taunt, even as my pussy clenches around him. "I'm the one doing all the work here."
His eyes flash with challenge.
"Oh really?" He thrusts up as I come down, driving himself impossibly deeper, and I scream. "Seems like you need me, Sweets. Seems like you've been waiting five years for someone big enough to fill you properly."
My laugh turns breathless.
"You think you're special? Think you're different from every other Alpha who's tried to fuck the crazy out of me?"
"I'm clearly bond material," he says, dead serious despite the circumstances. "Why else would you be riding me like your life depends on it?"
I pause mid-thrust, staring down at him with wide eyes.
"Bond material?" I repeat, incredulous. "You really think you could handle bonding with an Omega whose name you barely know?"
His grin is devastating.
"I know enough." His hands guide me back into motion, forcing me to keep moving even as my brain short-circuits. "I know you're Seraphine. I know you dedicated five years to writing letters to a misfit nobody like me. I know you seal them with your blood because commitment matters to you, even when hope seems stupid."
He drives up into me again, hitting something inside that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
"And if you're a killer?" He shrugs, the motion making his cock shift inside me in ways that scramble my thoughts. "That's just a bonus, Sweets. I like my women dangerous."
The words unlock something in me.
