"Look at me," I command, echoing the alphas’ words.
His eyes snap to mine. And what I see there makes my heart stutter—raw need, complete surrender, the brilliant mind stripped down to pure feeling.
Words fail him as I clench around him deliberately. His hands tighten on my hips, not controlling but anchoring. Like I'm the only thing keeping him grounded as pleasure drowns everything else.
I feel my climax building. This one I'm chasing myself, controlling the pace, the depth, the angle. Learning what my body wants and taking it, and my omega instincts are reveling in the power of it.
"I'm…" I can barely speak. "Julian, I'm going to…"
"Yes." His voice breaks on the word. "Come for me, Elowen, let me watch you…"
I keep my eyes locked on his as pleasure crests. Watch his pupils blow wide as I come apart above him. See the exact moment his control shatters completely.
I lean down, needing to be closer, and capture his mouth in a kiss that's more breath and desperation than technique. He kisses back like I'm oxygen, hands sliding up my back to hold me against him.
The angle shifts and I cry out into his mouth as the orgasm intensifies. He swallows the sound, groaning as I clench rhythmically around him.
His hips buck up involuntarily, control finally breaking. I feel him beginning to swell inside me, his knot forming.
"Julian—" I gasp, feeling the stretch.
"I know." His hands flex on my hips. "You're in control. You decide how deep. How you take it."
The power of that, controlling an alpha's knot, deciding how much, when, how, makes my head spin.
I sink down slowly, letting his knot breach and lock us together at my own pace. The fullness is overwhelming from this angle, hitting places deep inside that make me see stars.
"Oh god," I whimper. "It’s so…"
"It’s all yours." His hands slide up to cup my face. "Control it. Take exactly what you need."
I'm locked on his knot now, unable to lift off, but I can still roll my hips. Grind down in ways that make us both gasp.
"Take it," he gasps against my lips. "Take everything?—"
So I do.
I roll my hips in the rhythm I've learned, taking him as deep as his knot allows. Feel every pulse as he comes, every shudder of his body beneath mine. His hands fist in my hair,holding me close as he empties himself inside me with abandon that's achingly vulnerable.
His teeth find my neck, right over the scent gland. Scrape across the sensitive skin with clear intent.
"Please," he grits out. "Let me… mark you…"
But he stops himself. Kisses the spot instead, breathing hard against my skin.
"Not yet," he forces out. "Heat's too strong. Can't,won't, let biology make this choice for you."
When the knot finally softens enough for me to lift off, the loss makes me whimper.
"I've got you," he soothes, helping me settle beside him. "That was… you were…"
"Extraordinary?" I tease breathlessly.
"Devastating." His arms tighten around me. "You're absolutely devastating."
I can feel his heart hammering against my cheek. Can feel the way his hands shake slightly as they stroke my back. Julian, always controlled, always analytical, completely undone.
By me. By this. By us.
