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Instantly, I’ve flipped her onto her back and pushed her thighs further apart. To claim her.

She lifts her hips again, and I give in.

I press the tip of my cock to her entrance.

Chapter 7

Dylan

“You’re so wet,” I praise her as her slick covers the head of my cock. “So ready for your alpha, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm!” She whines and tries to grab at me to get me to penetrate her.

“Shh, it’s okay. But we need to take it easy. I’m big, and this might stretch you out.” The last thing I want to do is hurt her. But on the other hand, she’s in pain from her heat.

That you triggered, the helpful part of the back of my mind adds. That your beastly form took advantage of, and fucked her before she could say anything. Literally gagged her and fucked her.

Guilt pools in my belly but it’s mixed with the strongest arousal I’ve ever felt. I’m no more able to resist Isla as a man than I am as a kraken.

“Please, please, please. More,” she begs incoherently, throwing back her head and exposing her neck. She’s out of her mind from the heat, grasping for any instinct that will seduce me.

We might be face to face, but she’s not fully comprehending what is happening. The urge to bite that revealed flesh and bond her to me permanently is there, just under the surface. But I won’t when she doesn’t have any understanding of what she’s tying herself to.

A monster.

“I’m going to make it better, I promise.” I thrust gently but firmly down and push the tip into her. She’s hot and slick, and my head spins from how tight and good she feels. She mewls as I begin to breach her, and I grit my teeth. “I’ll take such good care of you, my little omega.”

She’s not mine yet, but she will be.

My balls throb as I imagine filling her up with my come and knotting her. When I come inside her and fix us together with my knot, that should ease her heat.

And her craziness for me.

I grunt as I drive in more, the pleasure sucking me in. She’s desperate, trying to find a way to get me to go faster by digging her heels into my arse and her fingernails into the muscles at my waist.

“Alpha, I need you,” she sobs. “Please. Harder. I need more.”

That breaks my resolve.

I surge into her and we both make animal noises. Mine of pleasure, hers of relief. I swear and grip her hair in my balled fists as I slide home, up to my knot. Her pussy is wet and tight, and heaven that I didn’t even realise was possible. She was made for me.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes. Yes, oh god. Please, yes. You feel so good.”

I smile, because, that’s the point.

Easing back a little, I thrust back in harder, and her pussy flutters around me with pleasure.

She can take it. The realisation is obvious. My cock is just right to stop the agony of her heat. We are meant to be together.

I thrust again, and the bliss shoots up my spine. My chest vibrates with a purr that I can’t withhold, as I repeat the motion until I’m pumping into her wildly.

“Come for me before you take my knot, omega,” I order roughly. “I have to feel you come on my cock.”

I reach down between us, holding myself on one arm and wishing profoundly for my eight additional arms that make this far easier as I cram my fingers between our bodies. I want to make her feel good in every way.

But it’s not necessary. It only takes one thrust more. Like a drop of water soaking in. A brush of my fingers over her clit, and she clamps over me. And this time, I really feel it. Not on my fingers, but milking my cock.

This is unlike anything I’ve felt in six hundred years of life. A rightness that is impossible to describe. She might be slight in stature, and she’s obviously young. But none of that matters when it’s me who is rocked by us together. This is a tsunami of emotion I’m totally unprepared for as I keep pumping into her willing pussy that grips me, velvet and hot.