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He lets me slip from his mouth to press sweet kisses down my shaft, then swipes his tongue over my sac and knot.

“Will you orgasm like this?”

If I could, I’d laugh.

“Yes,” I rasp. He’s back to sucking me. So wet and hot. “But not yet.”

How he’s able to pout with a mouthful of cock is impressive. I pull out before I make myself a liar. Climbing off him, I flip him onto his belly. Saren is riding on instinct just as much as I am. He knows to present for an alpha. Popping onto his knees, he arches and lifts his ass in the most beautiful way. His crease is slippery-slick, glistening as his hole clenches.

I slip a finger inside easily.

“Ah!” he cries out, arms trembling. “Oh, please!”

I don't wait a second longer. Removing my dripping digit, I haul his hips closer and notch at his hole. With either thumb on his cheeks, I spread him wide and slam into him. Saren’s whole body jolts with the intrusion, a horrible cry shredding his vocal cords. I don’t give him a moment to breathe before I’m rutting like a beast. I can’t help it. I need to claim him. It’s driving me crazy that I haven’t already.

Saren is mine.

Mine to hurt. Mine to fuck. Mine to keep however I wish.

His hole squeezes my cock with every thrust, trying to keep me inside. I bury to the hilt, savoring the heat, his scent, the feel of his plump ass under my hands.

Perfect.

Banding an arm around his stomach, I haul him up so his back is flush with my front. He holds onto me, whimpering and leaking onto the bed. The new position has me close to his womb’s entrance.

I can feel that fleshy barrier keeping me out.

“Can you feel me here?” I ask, rubbing my other hand over his lower abdomen.

All I get is a frantic nod. He’s too busy grinding his ass onto my cock. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was in heat. I drag that same hand up his front and secure it around his throat. My nose finds a home in his auburn locks as I inhale deeply. Lips twitching, I lower to his exposed shoulder and sink my teeth in. He screams for me again. The sound is both haunting and exhilarating.

“Do you want me?” I ask once I’ve released his skin.

“Yes! Yes! Please, Ryx. I only want you.”

To reward him, I circle my fingers around his straining length, coat him in his own arousal, and fuck him harder. My knot is ready, waiting for my control to snap so I can tie us together. I lick up the column of his throat, kiss his flushed cheek. He twists to meet my lips, whimpering against them. Our tongues tangle, breaths become one, and when my knot starts to swell, I shove him back to his hands and knees.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

I come hard.

When my knot pushes through the tight ring of muscle, keeping him pinned on my cock, his hole spasms and clenches. He comes for me like the perfect omega he is. Sobbing into the mattress but keeping his ass up like he was born to. I collapse forward, lick the sweat from his back, and wrap my arms around him.

“You’re mine now, Saren.”

“I always was.”

***

If someone would have told me even a month ago that I’d have Saren in my arms, knot wedged between his cheeks, and this horrible feeling in my heart, I’d have told them they were fucking insane. Hell, I probably would have killed them.

Past me wouldn’t have even begun to fathom how I’d let myself get in this position—smelling his hair, petting his swollen belly, swiping my tongue over his already healing bite wounds. He’s out cold, too. Completely unaware that he’s turned my world upside down with one single act of lust.

I meant what I said a few minutes ago.

Saren is mine now.

While it’s not a proper mating ritual nor claiming, for once both my head and instincts agree: it still counts.