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My blood was flowing after the vigorous toweling, and even though they had been hiding behind my dress the whole time, my breasts swelled and nipples hardened, becoming hyper-aware of the fabric they were ensconced in.

He slipped my dress off over my head and folded it with care. He placed it on a hanger and put it in his closet. For some reason, that made me feel like he wanted me here, in a way nothing before this had.

He laid me on the bed. I gazed up at him, very aware I was only in my panties and shoes.

His hands moved under my left calf and slid down to my ankle. One hand cupped my ankle while the other removed my shoe. He did the same to the other shoe. The scent of him was intoxicating. Every time I inhaled, it felt like he was filling me and making me a part of him.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to bond with anyone,” I whispered, scared of where this was going. I didn’t care about rules, but what if that dodgy implant did something to hurt one or both of us? He was only undressing me right now, but I had a strong feeling this was going to end with me on his cock.

“This isn’t bonding. It’s knotting. Sex, between an alpha and omega.”

“I thought knotting bonded us together?”

“Only as part of a bonding ceremony. There are limited other ways it can be done. But you’re not in danger.”

I realized once again that I didn’t understand much about what I was, or what he was. That thought went out of my head pretty quickly when he slid his hands from my ankles up my inner calves and thighs, until he reached my pussy. He parted my legs. I’d always been quite flexible. Maybe that was an omega thing, too. Or maybe it was a Natasha thing. I didn’t know.

Exposed to him like this, my pussy throbbed in the cool air of the room.

From my position laying back on the bed, I watched him pull his black T-shirt over his head, revealing a body like I’d never known really existed. They didn’t make men like that in Glasgow! Or, if they did, I’d never seen one. Wide shoulders so muscular, they might have inspired a rollercoaster design. Arms that had more visible muscles than I could name. Were they all called biceps? What about the sideways ones that bulged where his shoulders turned into arms?

His pecs were wide, firm-looking, and split with a line down the middle. His abs were uncountable. Some people had a six-pack, and I’d always thought they meant it looked like the plastic rings that held packs of beer together, but I couldn’t tell how many six-packs I’d need to count all his stomach muscles.

The effect was incredible. And his scent grew stronger now his shirt was gone. He unbuckled a dark brown leather belt. I licked my lips, imagining what that would feel like on my ass. I didn’t know where the thought had come from.

He caught my gaze on his belt and he grinned.

“You like it rough?” he teased.

“I never thought so...” I couldn’t take my eyes off his belt as he raised his arm, whipped it through the air, and landed it on the bed with a crack.

My mouth fell open. An inadvertent moan escaped. My pussy spasmed. A burst of liquid began making its way down my sheath. Oh, shit, that was hot. And I didn’t know why.

He pulled his pants down. If his upper body had been impressive, his lower body was even more so. Stunning. His cock was enormous. Easily three of my fists long, and girthy, too. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk after taking that inside me.

“Roll over.” He was in charge. Commanding me. It was impossible to say no. I moved onto my belly, wondering if he was into anal. I’d spent a long time fighting off men who wanted to go there, but for some reason, I didn’t feel very opposed to it with him.

I didn’t feel very opposed toanything.

Cold leather touched between my shoulder blades and ran down my back. His belt. He caressed me with it, all the way down to my buttocks. Slid the smooth, unyielding surface over the delicate twin moons of my ass. I wiggled my arse in response. Baiting him to do more. Craving it.

The belt was lifted.

Crack!

He landed it straight across my ass. I gasped as pain blossomed in both bottom cheeks. It burned. My pussy loved it. Throbbed. Ached for more. I lifted my ass, begging him to do it again.

Crack!

I moaned and clenched my fists as another burst of delicious agony joined the first. My body shook as it tried to process the pain. Heat was accompanied by pleasure that sparked in my core. Liquid trickled out of my pussy. My breathing had slowed.

“Please,” I begged him. He didn’t need telling, though. No sooner had the word escaped my lips than the belt cracked across my cheeks a third time. Pain rolled across the surface of my skin and I bit my lip as the pain morphed into sparks that lit up every nerve ending in my body.

I heard a thud as the belt landed on the floor and he flipped me over. The lust I felt was reflected in his own eyes.

His fingers slid between my legs and pulled them wide apart. He touched between my pussy lips with two fingers, and moved them slowly along my slit. The pressure made me quiver.

“You’re wet.” I couldn’t decide if he was saying it like this was a good thing or a bad one.

“You’re hard,” I replied, eyes flicking over his dick.

Ryon said nothing, but his fingers pinched my clit, hard. Again, the toxic mixture of pleasure and pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He handled my body like an expert.

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