Every stroke dragged the thick head of his cock across that spot on my front wall, the one that made lightning shoot up my spine, made my vision blur, made my inner walls flutter and clench. I could feel the pressure building already, another orgasm coiling tight in my belly despite everything I'd already been through.
"That's it," he growled, his voice barely recognizable—rough and feral and completely unhinged. The quiet, controlled man I knew was gone, replaced by something ancient and instinctual, something that had been sleeping inside him and was now fully awake. His teeth scraped against my shoulder, his grip on my hips turning bruising. "Take it. Take all of it. You're mine now. Mine."
"Yours," I sobbed into the pillow, my body limp beneath him, completely at his mercy. "Alpha. Yours." His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head up from the pillow, forcing my back to arch. The new angle let him sink even deeper, his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust. I could feel tears streaming down my face—from the intensity, from the pleasure, from the overwhelming fullness of having him so deep inside me.
"Look at you," he growled against my ear, his pace never slowing, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. "Taking me so well. Made for this. Made for me." His other hand slid around to my front, fingers finding my clit and pressing hard, making me jolt in his grip. "Going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. Going to ruin you for anyone else."
"Already—ruined—" I gasped, the pleasure building to unbearable heights. "Silas—please?—"
"Please what?" His fingers circled my clit, rough and relentless, the calloused pads creating a friction that made my whole body shake. His voice was dark, commanding. "Tell me what you need."
"Need to come—please let me come—Alpha?—"
"Then come," he commanded, and bit down on my shoulder—not hard enough to break skin, not a mating bite, but the pressure of his teeth combined with his fingers on my clit and his cock slamming into me was enough to send me over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me—my whole body clenching, my vision whiting out, a scream tearing from my throat that was half his name and half pure sensation. I could feel myself spasming around him, my inner walls gripping his cock in rhythmic pulses, slick flooding where we joined.
He didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder through my orgasm, his hips snapping against my ass with brutal force, his fingers still working my clit, extending the pleasure until I thought I might pass out.
"One more," he growled against my shoulder, his teeth scraping my skin, his voice dropping to something dark and demanding. "Give me one more."
"I can't—" I gasped, my body shaking, oversensitized and overwhelmed. "I can't—it's too much?—"
"You can." He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in, hitting that spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. His voice brooked no argument, pure Alpha command. "You will. Come for me again."
His hand on my hip shifted, tilting my pelvis to change the angle, and suddenly every thrust was hitting my g-spot dead on. The pleasure built impossibly fast, my body responding to his demands despite my protests, another orgasm cresting within seconds.
"That's it," he groaned, feeling me start to clench around him, satisfaction bleeding through the strain in his voice. "That's my girl. My omega. Come on my cock."
I shattered again, this orgasm even more intense than the last, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I was crying openly now, tears streaming down my face, completely overwhelmed and completely his.
Still he didn't stop. His pace became more erratic, his breathing ragged, and I felt the telltale swelling at the base of his cock. His knot, starting to grow, catching on my rim with every thrust.
"Want to bite you so badly," he growled against my throat, his hips still pounding into me, his voice anguished and broken. His teeth pressed against my pulse point, the pressure making me gasp, making my whole body clench around him. "Want to sink my teeth in and mark you forever. Claim you. Make you mine in every way."
"Can't—" I gasped, remembering my own rules through the haze. "Not yet—we said?—"
"I know," he said, the words coming out anguished, broken, almost a sob against my throat. His teeth lifted from my skin, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where a bite would have gone, reverent and tender despite the brutality of his thrusts. "I know. Won't. I won't. But I want—fuck, I want?—"
His thrusts became erratic, desperate, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back the bite his instincts were screaming for. I could feel his knot swelling larger, catching harder on my rim with every stroke, stretching me wider and wider.
"Silas," I keened, the pressure building toward something overwhelming. "Silas, please?—"
"One more," he commanded, his voice pure Alpha authority that resonated in my bones, left no room for argument or refusal. "Give me one more and I'll give you my knot."
His fingers found my clit again, rubbing in hard, fast circles, and I felt my body respond despite having nothing left to give. The pleasure built impossibly fast, my oversensitized nerves screaming, and when he slammed in hard and his knot finally caught and held?—
I came apart.
The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity—my whole body seizing, my walls clamping down around his knot with crushing force. He roared as his own release hit, his cock pulsing inside me, hot jets of his seed flooding my core. His knot swelled to its full size, locking us together, and I could feel every throb, every pulse, every drop of his release being pumped deep inside me.
We collapsed together, his weight pressing me into the mattress, both of us shaking with aftershocks. His breath came in ragged gasps against my neck, his arms wrapped tight around me, his knot still pulsing inside me. For a long moment, neither of us could speak. I could feel tears still streaming down my face—from the intensity, from the pleasure, from the overwhelming feeling of being so completely filled and claimed.
"Artemis." His voice was raw, wrecked, barely a whisper against my shoulder, cracked and broken in a way I'd never heard from him. "I— That was?—"
He couldn't finish. Just like Harper hadn't been able to finish. Just like Remy had dissolved into French. There weren't words for what we'd just shared. He shifted us carefully onto our sides, still locked together, his chest pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist. His hand found mine, his scarred fingers lacing through my smooth ones, trembling slightly.
"I know," I whispered, squeezing his hand, pressing back against him. "I know."
At the edges of the nest, I could feel the others nearby—Harper's hand resting on my calf, heavy and warm; Remy's fingers tracing patterns on my arm, feather-light and soothing. Present. Watching. Part of this even when they weren't inside me.
