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Wrenching her knees up to her chest, I lower myself down and dive into her center, face first. The taste of her is fuckin’ exquisite and I fight my rut like it’s the most powerful enemy I’ve ever faced because it is. Zombie Alphas be damned. I bury my chin in her cunt and devour her clit. I eat her from asshole to pussy lips, nipping and tasting my way down her thighs until her whole body shakes apart and she screams my name to the skies. And then I do it all over again.

After I wring a third orgasm from her, and then a fourth that she valiantly fights against, I press gentle kisses to the scars dotting her leg — all five. The knife and all my fangs. I batter my Berserker’s beast back when he wants to rise and bite and bond, because she hasn’t asked me for it. Until she does.

“Bond me, Berserker.”

“No, wife.”

I prowl back up her body and reenter her body. I slam between her thighs and let her savage me. She bites and claws and throws her head back. I let her take whatever pieces out of me she wishes. I let her pupils blow and her breaths grow short. I let my purr rattle out of me deep and slow. I push into her and out of her and keep my wits about me, a little. I don’t let myself fall fully into rut. I can’t break her. I refuse.

“Bond me, Adam.”

I waver, glance at her neck, see the scars. I squeeze my eyes shut and lower my body to hers completely, breathe in the scent of her hair, and then I explode. I come into her deeply and her thighs quiver around mine as I grind my hips against her clit and force another orgasm from her body. It’s mine. She’s mine. All of it. My nest. My Omega.Mine.

Fuck. Rut’s coming on faster. I fight. I fight…I’m losing…not for the first time…

I grab her tit in my hand and flick her nipple with my thumb while my reality spirals and fractures. I taste the sky. I taste infinite gardens. “Gonna fill you with my knot, Omega. Don’t move away from me. Don’t wanna hurt you,” I grunt as the pressure — oh fuck, thepressure— surges around the base of my shaft, inflating it ’til it’d look like I’ve got two sets a’ testicles, one right at the bottom a’ my dick that’s now knotted up deep inside her.

Her face twists. I see it in a haze. Her hand flies out and hits the nest above her head and what I see…is strange.Were the sheets always green and purple?I remember whites and reds but I don’t remember greens and purples. I shake my head, wonderin’ if I’m fallin’ into rut or madness.

I hug her shoulders tight and squeeze her underneath me as my seed explodes into her body and my knot holds us together so I can come…and come…and come…

And she comes spontaneously. “Adam!” She yelps in a panic and grabs my hair so hard it hurts.

I grin as pain lances through me, but I’m grateful for it. Helps alleviate the pressure in my groin. Knottin’ an Omega is said to feel good and it does, but it feels so good it hurts. Comin’ and comin’ and comin’ like it’s never-ending. I’m afraid it won’t end, but more afraid that it will.

Slowly, her whimpers bring me back. She moans in my arms, half asleep already as the first wave of her heat fades, givin’ us a reprieve. Who knows how long it’ll last. Hopin’ for at least twenty minutes. Enough time for my knot to deflate. And then another ten minutes would be solid. Enough time for me to get her some water and somethin’ to eat. Need to feed my Omega.

The need comes on so strong, I’m up on wobbly legs the moment my knot releases enough for me to be able to pull out of her completely. We both cry out like lonely children the moment we’re parted. So hard to leave her. So fuckin’ hard. I stumble into the middle of the room, disoriented. Where’s the door? No light. Whatever.

I’m gone and back in minutes. The house is empty, as I made sure it was, givin’ orders for Alphas to make space for the Betas to do their work in the manor from now on. I ransack the kitchen, confused as shit as to where shit is as I’ve never been in here before, but as I grab some necessary supplies I can feel that there’s somethin’ wrong.

I hurry back to her with a plate and pitcher in my hand, open and close the door, but somethin’s off. I look at her form on the floor and my chest seizes. Darkness has fallen and I can’t see anythin’ except the chaos of pillows that are spread all across the floor, her nest ruined in the frenzy.

I can only remember bits and pieces in clarity — sensations more than anything else. I thought I was careful, but maybe I hurt her. If I did, don't know what that’d do to me. “Omega, did I hurt you? What the fuck is all this?” I set the tray and pitcher down on the sideboard, but there’sstuffall over it — shit that wasn’t there minutes ago when I was just here. “Omega,” I bark, voice stern and much louder.

I’m feelin’ clearheaded now, stronger and more capable of thinkin’ rationally. My erection is back to only bein’ half hard and fading rapidly. I’m ready to whisk her to Ward. “Omega!”

“Mmm shut up, Adam. I’m sleeping,” she groans.

Wild with relief at the sound of her voice, I lift my hand to the lamp on the sideboard, needin’ to see with my eyes to confirm her diagnosis. Need to see she’s alright. I flick on the lamp and my gut hollows, my head hollows, my cock stiffens to a fuckin’ tire iron and I inhale the scent, identifyin’ it.Flowers.

The whole room is covered in flowers.

“Omega. Run!” I roar and she jerks up and meets my gaze in the same moment that I fall to my knees.

She must read the urgency in my tone because she staggers to her feet and runs to the door, covered in delicate green vines and flowers in every shade under the sun. She pulls her way through them and I hold myself back, physically grabbing onto the vines winding across the walls for as long as it takes her to clear the threshold.

Then I come undone.

I enter rut.

And I give chase.

18 | Echo

Dragnovic Gardens

“Omega, are you alright?Talk to me, please.”

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