“Good girl.” I take her faster, harder, giving her all of me, driving into her with everything I have, gripping her hips.
When she cries out and shatters, shuddering all over, her inner walls clenching around my cock, constricting me, I hiss. And it triggers my own release.
I groan, shoving into her one last time, powerful and deep. My cum floods her sweet pussy, filling her, wave after violent wave, giving her everything I have.
She moans beneath me, her body quivering, both of us lost to each other.
My knot swells at the base of my cock, that sharp sensation of it enlarging rapidly, growing, and I’m pushing all of me into her, including the knot.
She moans at the sensation, the stretch probably intense, and I lean over her back. “You can take it. Take all of me.”
I’m swelling inside her to the knot’s full size, locking us together, keeping us connected in the most primal way possible. And I fucking love this.
It’s only once we’ve both started coming down from the high that I help her stand carefully, supporting her weight. I turn us both around and sit on the submerged ledge inside the spa, her on my lap so she’s sitting with her back pressed against my chest, me still buried deep inside her.
Her breath is coming in shallow, broken pulls, her body trembling against mine. I’m still buried inside her, still throbbing, still feeling those tight little aftershocks flutter around my length every few seconds. The air between us is thick with heat and adrenaline, both of us suspended in that sharp, perfect high.
My hands slide up her waist, gripping, savoring every inch of her. I press my mouth to the curve of her neck, tasting the thin sheen of sweat on her skin, letting instinct take the wheel. The need hits me fast and violently—the need to claim, to brand, to leave something behind that says she’s mine.
I bite down.
Not gentle. Not tentative. Deep enough that I feel her entire body jolt, that I break skin and taste the coppery tang of her blood. Her breath catches on a gasp that melts into a moan. Her walls clamp down around my cock so hard that I hiss against her. She arches into me, not pulling away, not flinching, but leaning in. Offering herself. Her fingers dig into my forearms, trembling because her body likes it. Wants it.
Approves.
I groan into her skin, the taste of her driving me insane. Her pulse flutters against my tongue, and I lick over the new mark slowly, taking the few drops of blood she offers me, and feeling her melt back against my chest.
“Fuck, Hannah…” I say, still holding her tight, my cock pulsing inside her, her heat wrapped around me like she was made for this moment.
Only then do I ease the bite into a trail of softer kisses, still claiming but slower now, possessive in a different way. She’s still shaking, still fluttering, still high.
“How was that?”
She tries to answer, but all she manages at first is a shiver and a sound that’s half laugh, half moan. She shifts just enough to glance back at me, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes soft with something that looks dangerously close to devotion.
“Absolutely incredible,” she whispers, breath still uneven. “And you marked me.”
I grin. “Now you will never doubt that you belong to me.”
She grins. There’s no fear, no anger, just acceptance. Fuck, I am so obsessed with her.
“Rest against me,” I command gently. “Let your body settle with mine. I’ve got you.” I press another kiss to her damp shoulder. “Once my knot goes down, I’ll make you my famousomelet. Don’t know about you, but sex makes me fucking hungry.”
She laughs breathlessly. “That sounds amazing.”
She lets her head fall back against my shoulder, breathing deeply, finally relaxing completely. I move one arm up to palm her breast, cupping the full weight of it, and I’m in fucking heaven holding her like this.
“You’re a very good girl,” I whisper in her ear.
She softens immediately and giggles. “Not sure why, but the way you say that does something to my body. Makes me calmer.”
“It’s the trigger of an Alpha over an Omega. Your body recognizes its Alpha’s approval and responds accordingly.” I squeeze her breast gently. “Your biology knows who you belong to now.”
She’s exhausted, soft and pliant against me, and her voice is quiet when she speaks. “Noel?”
“Yeah?”
“I love that you found me. That you fucked me like that. I really needed it.”
