Pack Obsession (Love Knot War #3)

Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

CASEY

N ash turns on me, eyes blazing with an intensity that borders on feral.

“Casey, we’re on a goddamn freeway, vulnerable and in the open! And your scent is going to destroy me,” he growls. “I just need you to hold on a bit longer, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t think I can,” I snap back. The frantic fire in me consumes me. Tugging my seat belt off, I lean closer to him, my hand snaking out to trace the strong line of his thigh. I don’t care what he says or where we are; I just need him to touch me, to fuck me as hard as I desire him before I pass out.

The ache.

The fire.

God, I’m losing my mind.

He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through the car, laced with a desperate edge.

“You’re testing me, Casey, and I’m not a strong enough Alpha to resist you.” The car swerves slightly, and he yanks the wheel back onto the road, his jaw tight. Then he takes a sharp turn right, down a dirt road, surrounded by trees, concealing us from the main road. He pulls over to the hard shoulder, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The engine idles, hazard lights flashing. His knuckles are white on the wheel as he stares straight ahead for a breath longer, then turns to me, his eyes dark, the hunger shining there, not with anger, but with a fierce need. He reaches out, hands cupping my face, holding me firmly, his thumbs tracing my lips, his touch almost hypnotic.

“I’m here for you, whatever you need.” His voice is low, strained, as he checks down the road from the driver’s seat, then back at me. “Just... we can’t get caught by Julian’s men or Nexus.”

“Then why aren’t you fucking me already, Nash?” I gasp out, the words a plea and completely reckless, but in that moment of pain, I don’t care.

Something ignites in his eyes, a flash of pure, savage desire, his gaze raking over my face, my body. He smiles, but not with amusement, rather with a wild, frantic arousal.

I lean closer, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, all the self-control I thought I had shattering. Every inch of me screams for him. I can’t stop it.

His mouth crashes down on mine, a raw, powerful kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s rougher than Logan, more intense as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, demanding a response. I meet him with equal urgency, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him impossibly closer. His hands are everywhere, gripping my waist, sliding up to my ribs, the heat of his touch burning through my clothes. It’s frantic and messy, the taste of him filling my mouth, and I can’t get enough.

“There’s not enough space in here,” I say, breathless. “You’re not close enough.” I glance at the back seat and into his gaze again.

He practically throws himself out of the car, a blur of motion. He races around the front and yanks open my door, pulling me out into the chill night air. It does nothing to cool the fire on my skin. I have my back to the now-shut door, and he comes in closer, his body against mine, staring down at me.

“I’m going to give you everything you need.”

There’s no pause as I cling to him, pressing myself against him. Fuck, my nipples are so hard, so sensitive. My legs part instinctively in a stance while his fingers slide up under my skirt, where he reaches for my thong. In a second, he tugs hard and rips them off me. With them in his back pocket, his hand is under my skirt once more.

Eyes locked on mine, he stares at me as his touch finds the inferno between my thighs.

I hiss at his gentle touch, but it’s not enough.

“You’re so wet, so hot. My cock is rock hard right now. Your little cunt is dripping for me. I’m going to have a heart attack at this rate.”

I half giggle, half purr, which takes me by surprise. I can’t say I’ve ever purred before.

A growl tears from his throat as his fingers slide between my folds, and I cry out, arching my back at how incredible it feels.

“Nash!” I gasp.

Two fingers slide inside me, pushing deep, and I shudder, a desperate sound flying from my lips.

He’s relentless, not giving me a second to catch my breath as he pumps them into me. There’s no pause, no gentleness. I get the impression Nash is a man who takes control in the bedroom, who fucks like a beast, who pushes to the point of pain, and he enjoys every damn moment.

I moan, brutally starving for more, my hands on his chest, fisting his shirt, begging for more. Leaning into him, trying to get closer, the desperate ache grows sharper, an insistent, frantic pressure in my belly.

He pushes in further, moving his fingers, teasing, and I groan, my body clenching. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can feel is the raw intensity of his touch.

“Beg for it,” he whispers, his lips against my ear.

All the restraint I have comes completely undone. I shake, panting, holding him to me with my fists grasping his shirt.

“Nash… please, I need your cock, need you…” I cry, the words ripping from my throat.

He studies me but never stops. He moves faster, his fingers thick and powerful, and a primal rhythm takes over. I’m gasping, lost in the heat. I see his face, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with the scary savagery of what we’re sharing.

I clench, squeezing around his fingers, and he groans. My head tilts back against the car as a climax crashes into me. I shatter, the world exploding into pure bliss. I’m clenching all over, stars dancing behind my eyes.

I scream out, the pleasure a violent surge that has me bucking against him.

“I love all your cum on my hand, knowing you came for me.”

He doesn’t stop teasing me, though. His mouth is on my neck as his fingers keep teasing my clit, flicking it, pinching it. He’s sucking on the side of my neck hard, not releasing, and I don’t want him to. I crave more.

He keeps going until the last tremors of pleasure fade, then his fingers leave me, yet his touch lingers. His face is flushed, and his eyes are heavy-lidded, but his gaze doesn’t soften. It remains intense, possessive. I feel boneless, as though I’ve been utterly taken apart and put back together with no instructions. The heat that had been a ravenous, demanding fire is now a gentle hum, a languid warmth that pools in my belly. It billows within me once more.

“I can’t get enough, Nash...” My voice is raw, a cry.

He growls under his breath, and with a quick glance down the road, he kneels before me, his hands pushing my skirt up, his gaze fixed on the apex between my legs. He parts me further, his fingers slipping inside once more, finding me slick and swollen. His mouth is on me in seconds, and I shiver. He tastes me, his tongue flicking my clit, driving me wild, and I groan, my hands gripping his head, his hair.

“Fuck, fuck!”

He snarls, going deeper, piercing his long tongue along my length, licking me endlessly. He loves eating pussy. I can tell by how deep he goes, how he doesn’t hold back but pushes his face in there, reveling in it, his body shuddering against mine. It’s as though mine has a mind of its own, burning up, my hips rocking against him. His tongue pushes into me suddenly, and I can only imagine how long it is… I moan loudly as a tidal wave of an orgasm slams into me.

I convulse, my legs barely holding me up, but he’s got his hands on my hips, holding me there while I cum over his mouth this time. He licks me, taking it all, moaning like he’s the happiest man alive.

“You’re such a good Omega for me,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly buzz that vibrates against my skin. “You taste better than honey,” he adds, sending goosebumps down my back.

He stands, his smirk predatory, his lips glistening with my cum in the moonlight. His hands remain on my hips, holding me possessively against his hard body.

“How do you feel now?” he asks.

“Like I’ve just flown to heaven and back,” I manage to gasp out, my breath catching in my throat as his expression smolders.

His smile turns sinful, a flash of teeth in the dim light.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his words low and possessive. “We’re heading back now. Then, back in the house, I need a closer, much closer look at that pretty little pussy, need to worship her properly.” He leans in, his exhale hot against my ear. “I want to see you dripping for me all night.”

I gasp at his words. I’m lost in the irresistible pull of him, at his deepening scent of Alpha–mountain air, warm hearth smoke, and freshly baked cinnamon rolls. My hands clench against his shirt, my grip tightening.

“You... you can’t just say things like that,” I stammer, the protest weak and shaky. Yet, I’m rubbing myself against him like some horny teenager.

A random car drives past the road, then once it’s gone, the night swallows us. It doesn’t worry me, it seems.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, buzzing against me.

“Oh, tiny Omega.” His words are husky and laced with a brutal edge. “I can say whatever I want. And you crave it, don’t you, all those dirty little words? You want to hear me say them to you, feel them crawl under your skin?” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t get wet when I talk like this. You’re mine, and I can taste your need for me.” His teeth nip my earlobe, sending a jolt of heat through my body. “Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me how much you crave my cock.”

I’m lost for words as my body tingles all over, my thighs squeezing together. I swear, I’m close to coming again just from his words. What is wrong with me?

“Not fair using that voice on me when you know what it does.”

“Tell me what it does, tiny Omega.”

“Like you don’t know.” I try for defiant, but it comes out needy. “Like you can’t feel exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“Say it.” His words darken. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”

“Fuck you,” I whisper with a grin, even as my hips shift unconsciously toward him. “You’re a tease.”

With a rough pull, he has me in his arms and off my feet, the cold metal of the car pressing against my back, grounding me as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he pushes up between my thighs, his hardness teasing my entrance. He feels so huge, his scent heady, heavy, clouding my thoughts.

He lifts me slightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he positions himself.

A shiver runs through me, not from fear but from the sheer power in his arms.

“I want you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I need you to fill me. Please, dominate me.” I cringe, as I have no idea how to talk dirty, yet I arch against him, eager for the relief only he can provide.

His response is a low chuckle filled with dark promise. His hand moves, sliding down his body where he tugs his zipper down, the metallic rasp loud in the night. His cock springs free, grazing my inner thigh.

Perhaps I should be scared, but my brain isn’t functioning properly. I arch against him, needing to be touched everywhere.

The tip of his erection nudges against my entrance, pushing in just a bit. It’s slick and huge, widening me, and I stiffen against him.

“You’re tight for me. Good girl,” he rasps before pressing in deeper.

The first push is slow, excruciatingly so. I know he’s doing it on purpose because he’s watching me, smirking.

“I love the feel of stretching you.” The instant he begins to fill me, my body clenches around him, every nerve on fire.

A sharp cry escapes me, but it’s not pain. It’s of release, of the agonizing emptiness finally being replaced by his powerful presence. The ache that has been haunting me for so long begins to melt away, replaced by a searing heat that only Alphas can provide.

“Oh God,” I pant as he fills me deeper, stretching me, claiming me. The sensation is overwhelming. My vision blurs, every nerve ending focusing on the feel of him inside me. “You’re huge,” I whisper, my fingers digging into his back. “So big… it feels so good.” My hips buck against his as I try to draw him in deeper.

He snarls in response to my need.

“Yes,” he whispers back. “That’s right, suck down on my cock with your cunt.”

He quickly glances down the road, and I follow his line of sight to see no cars in sight. Then he suddenly drives deep and hard into me…

I call out, the sensation of pain, of unimaginable pleasure, taking me over as I feel him up there so far, so big.

“I guess I should have asked if I was your first.” His grip tightens, holding me captive against the car as desire pulses through me.

“Don’t worry, Alpha.” My laugh comes out breathy, teasing. “You’re not my?—”

The flash of possession in his eyes stops my words. His jaw clenches, something dangerous and primal crossing his features.

“Who. Was. It.”

I arch against him, trying to get closer, my body burning. “Jealous?”

“You fucking bet.” His voice drops to a growl. “Was it Julian?”

The thought snaps through my heat-addled brain. “No, God, no. We never… It was before him. Just some Beta, a nobody?—”

He draws out and thrusts hard, my words dissolving into a moan that echoes in the darkness. When I can focus again, his eyes are boring into mine, intense and possessive.

“You know,” he says. “Once an Alpha claims an Omega, she becomes his.” The words rumble through his chest into mine.

His words cut through my desire-fogged brain. Wait. What?

“That’s not...” I try to think past the way he feels inside me, past his intoxicating scent. “At Nexus, they never said...”

My mind scrambles through foggy memories of Alpha and heat classes. They’d talked about compatibility, about knowing when you found your Alpha, about the bond that forms. But permanent claiming? I’d heard stories of Omegas leaving their Alphas, of rejections, of...

His teeth scrape along my neck, and coherent thought scatters. Is this just heat talking? His Alpha instincts making him possessive while his own control slips?

“You’re...” I gasp as he shifts. “You’re just saying that because you’re…” Another moan escapes me. “Because you’re affected by my heat.”

He just smirks at me, a chilling smile, as I ride his cock, lost to his wickedness. He keeps me there, pressed up against him, buried in me as I fight for each rapid breath.

Then he fucks me, his hips bucking. The stretch, the reach inside me, has me howling for more. I hold on, his gaze never leaving me, watching me as I bounce on him.

“I can’t wait to have you naked when I fuck you to see all of you.”

I make a humming sound as no words are forming.

“But I’m not knotting you here,” he says, breathless, his grip on my hips tightening, “Not now. We need to go home now, continue this because I’m so fucking close…” He pulls out suddenly, but the release isn’t complete. He’s still hard and swollen, with the promise of what is to come. I moan in protest, the ache still there…

He carries me back to the front seat, kissing me.

“You’re doing something to me I never expected, Casey.” He places me gently on the seat and moves around to get behind the wheel.

I curl up, purring softly, his hand on my thigh as he starts the car.

“What’s that?” I murmur.

“Making me believe I need someone like you in my life.”

His response strikes me as hard as the heat still clinging to me.

The engine rumbles to life, but his hand stays on my thigh, warm and steady as we pull onto the highway where a car zips down the road.

He glances at me, then reaches for the car phone, calling someone. I hear him as he says, “Logan, get your fucking ass home, you and A. Casey’s just gone into heat…”

I hear the raw, strangled panic in his voice, his words breaking mid-sentence.

“She’s fine...” he manages to say, smiling at me as I curl on the seat, feeling the ache still there, my inner legs soaking wet, and all I can think about is having his cock back inside me. But I’m trying… I’m trying so hard to hold on a bit more.

Then he hangs up.

“Are you worried about me being in heat?” I ask softly.

He’s shaking his head. “Not worried but fucking exhilarated. I also know that the guys and I told each other we would come to you instantly if you went into heat and let each other know.”

“You did that for me?” I ask softly, unable to contain the smile spreading across my face. That magical grin of his has me purring against him.

“That shouldn’t surprise you. Have you not noticed how drawn we all are to you?”

I duck my head, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. The intimacy of his words suddenly feels overwhelming.

“I guess I’m not used to people going out of their way like that. Back home, I was always just... there. Background noise.” I risk a glance up at him through my lashes. “Sometimes, I still feel like I’m dreaming all of this.”

Nash reaches over, his fingers ghosting along my jawline before gently tilting my chin up. That simple touch awakens the arousal that seemed to lay dormant for a few minutes. A moan rolls over my throat, my chest sticking out toward him.

“That innocence of yours,” he says, distracting me, and I stare up at him like he’s my everything. “The way you see the world with such fresh eyes… it’s breathtaking, Casey. You have no idea how rare that is, do you? How special?”

The tenderness in his expression makes my chest ache. When he looks at me like that, I can almost believe him.

He pulls me in close, wrapping his arms around me and holding me against his side. I cling to him and breathe in his scent—the cinnamon, pine, and smoke—mixed with the heady scent of our lust. It’s a possessive comfort. I press my face into his chest. He holds me there for a long moment, the silence broken only by the hum of the car’s engine as we speed along the highway.

My body is heavy with arousal, and my mind is blissfully blank, unable to think of anything but being fucked.

After what feels like forever, he pulls into the driveway of their huge cabin in the woods, and the car cuts. He’s out of the driver’s seat, rushing to my door like a man possessed. I get out, and I’m in his arms in seconds, then just as quickly in the house, him kicking the door shut behind us. Then we’re up the stairs and in what I assume is his bedroom.

My breath speeds up as I take in the space. It’s exactly what I’d expect from Nash—meticulously ordered, yet surprisingly warm despite its minimalist design. The room is painted in a deep charcoal gray. A massive platform bed dominates the space, dressed in what looks like absurdly expensive charcoal and black bedding.

But what draws my eye is the painting that commands attention on the wall opposite the bed. I recognize Axel’s signature immediately—the way he captures water is unmistakable. It’s a seascape during a storm, all turbulent grays and deep navy blues, with white-capped waves crashing against unseen rocks. The sky above is heavy with clouds, illuminated by a streak of lightning that seems to crackle with actual electricity. There’s something raw and primal about it, something that makes my skin tingle. It’s perfectly Nash—controlled chaos, power barely contained.

A sleek black desk holds three monitors. Everything on the desk has its place. Built-in shelving spans one wall, its gray-stained wood holding books and what look like vintage gaming consoles.

“Casey,” he says, my name a snarl in his throat. “You’re not finished yet. I’m not finished with you.”

“You better not be.”

He has me on my feet, and instantly, my back hits the wall by the bed as he surges forward, his body pressed against mine, so close it seems as though I might simply be absorbed into him. His lips are all over my neck, kissing, sucking, and I’m sure he’s leaving dark, bruising marks on my skin. His hands grip my waist firmly. It’s as though a primal instinct is taking over as he slams me against the wall, not breaking contact as I gasp, a frantic sound caught in his mouth. He kisses me so deeply, I think I may drown in him.

I gasp for air but frantically tug for him to be closer, ripping at his clothes as they need to come off.

“I’m not going to be gentle this time, tiny Omega. Don’t think I can control myself with you,” he warns, his eyes glinting in the darkness, a possessive gleam that makes my heart beat faster. “I’m going to take every single thing you’re willing to give, and then I’m going to take more.”

A sound escapes my mouth, a helpless moan that is instantly stifled by his kiss. I can feel him all around me, that intensity taking over once again.

“Stop promising... show me.” I’m with him, caught up in the storm, lost in this damn heat, begging for more as my body arches, and I purr for him.

He keeps going, relentless, a driving force, taking me again and again. He pulses inside me, his release a deep, animalistic sound, a guttural growl in his throat, and I am lost to him, utterly consumed by everything he makes me feel. In this moment, he owns me.

His lips find their way back to mine, teeth scraping against my bottom lip before he deepens the kiss. The possessiveness in his touch burns me up, his hands roaming my body with a boldness that steals my breath. One hand cups the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, while the other slides down my back, molding my curves against his hard frame. I can feel every muscle in his body, coiled tight and ready to unleash, and it sends another shiver of anticipation through me. His tongue explores my mouth, a hot, urgent dance that leaves me breathless and craving more.

“You’re burning for me, aren’t you?” he rasps against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “You’re begging for it.”

My reply is a needy moan, a sound that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. He shifts his weight, the hard ridge of his erection pushing insistently against my lower stomach. I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. I’m dripping wet, throbbing with the frantic beat of my heart, my scent surrounding us. I know he can smell it, can feel the desperation radiating off me, and his kiss turns even more feral.

“Look at you, all needy.” His teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of my lower lip, sending another wave of shivers through me. “You’re so fucking hot like this.”

I moan into his mouth as my head tilts to give him better access. His hand slides down and cups my ass, his fingers digging in deep and eliciting another gasp from me.

“I want to mark you right here, right now.”

My hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I press myself even closer to him, desperate for the friction.

“Yes,” I beg, my voice trembling. “Please, mark me. Please.”

He pulls back, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger.

“You’re going to be screaming my name, tiny Omega, begging for more,” he growls. “I’m going to make sure of it.” He releases me from the wall, his hands tugging at my clothes hungrily, stripping me, leaving me naked. There’s something so much wilder about Nash than I ever suspected. In two seconds, he’s naked, standing in front of me, and my attention dips to that huge cock standing upright. It’s so thick, the massive vein almost throbbing. God, how did he get that inside me?

“It’s all yours,” he tells me with a sinful grin.

Then he grips my waist as he lifts me off my feet again. My legs instinctively wrap around his torso, our bodies pressed tightly together, the hard length of his dick grinding against my pussy. I cry out, so desperate to have him inside me.

He takes a step, then another, his gaze never leaving mine. He doesn’t need to be gentle—I’m past that point. I need to feel him deep inside me, to feel claimed.

“You’re going to be mine,” he growls, each word sending a tremor of heat through me, a primal need for him taking over. “Every single inch of you, mine.”

He carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the soft mattress with a thud that is a stark contrast to the roaring chaos of desire within me. He follows me down, pressing my back into the mattress, his body a heavy weight atop me, a welcome pressure.

“Spread for me, tiny Omega,” he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

My legs part wider without hesitation, my body opening to him, yearning for his touch. He grins, an expression that makes my heart pound in my chest. His fingers slip lower, finding the wet heat that is throbbing with anticipation. He teases, his fingers dancing around the entrance of my slick folds, the edge of my heat driving me wild with need.

“So ready for me.”

I hiss at his touch, body arching, that hungry need throbbing through me.

He inserts a finger into me, pressing hard, and I gasp, arching into the touch, my hips already moving in an instinctive rhythm.

“More,” I beg, my body writhing beneath him. “Please, more.”

He adds another finger, stretching me, and then another, the pressure building, sending a wave of heat that makes me tremble.

“You want it, don’t you? You need me deep inside you.”

“Yes,” I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps, “I need your cock. I need you now.”

He finally withdraws his fingers, and I whine in protest. His mouth takes over, his lips and tongue finding the sensitive spot between my legs. I gasp, my hips bucking, grinding against his face. I am in no way an expert when it comes to sex, but right now, it’s pure instinct and hunger.

He licks and sucks, taking his time while I scream his name for more. I tangle my fingers in his bed sheets, my body climbing higher, nearing the peak of release.

He gives a final, hard suck on my clit, and I yell, my body spasming as I come, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. I’m still pulsing, panting, completely lost in the pleasure he has given me, when he lays his body over mine, that massive cock pushing into me without hesitation.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling, “Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He pushes deeper, slow and deliberate, stretching me. I moan, my head thrown back as I feel him filling me once more. He pauses, his breath hot on my face, giving me a chance to adjust to his size.

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, his voice thick with possessiveness. “You feel so good, so tight.”

I purr for my Alpha, my hips bucking against him, trying to take him even deeper.

He obliges, his movements becoming more forceful, rocking me and the bed. Every inch of me is shaking, my throat raw from the screams because he can fuck!

Each thrust sends waves of fiery desire through me, each push bringing me closer to the edge. He pulls back almost all the way, then shoves back in hard, and I moan loudly, my body arching against him. He repeats the movement, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and my grip tightens on the bed sheets.

My hips rise instinctively, seeking more, trying to draw him in even deeper. He seems to relish my response, a dark satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he obliges. His movements become more forceful, rocking me against the mattress with each thrust. The bed groans under us, the sound swallowed by my own cries of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect for me, your cunt hugging my cock,” he groans. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

Every inch of me is shaking, every part of my body humming.

I’m a mess of sensations.

He shifts, his weight pressing down on me as he shifts one hand on the bed beside my head. His other hand moves, his fingers wrapping around my throat, his grip firm but not painful, a grin spreading over his lips. He doesn’t squeeze, not enough to hurt, but the pressure is there, a reminder of his dominance, and a spark of something primal ignites within me, a thrill at his possessiveness.

“Look at you,” he states. “So needy. So desperate for me. You’re going to be a mess when I’m done with you, aren’t you?”

I look up at him, my eyes wide, and I see the pleasure on his face, the raw hunger that’s taken over. His jaw is clenched, his muscles flexed, and his eyes burn with a possessive fire. I’m completely at his mercy. It’s intoxicating.

A feral curve curls on his lips, and I see a flicker of his animal side, a glimpse of the creature he hides inside. It’s not frightening, and I want more.

“You love seeing me like this, don’t you?” he says in a taunting rumble. “You love seeing the beast in me, tiny Omega. I can feel you trembling for it.”

I fucking love seeing him like this. The raw desire, him barely losing control over me—it’s like a drug, and I’m addicted. He takes his hand from my throat and slides between my legs, finding the wet heat that is aching for him. He pinches my clit hard, and I gasp, my hips rising to meet him, begging for more, my own rhythm matching his thrusts. A raw, guttural sound of surrender spills from my lips.

“That’s it,” he says, his eyes burning into mine, “Come for me.” Then, his pace picks up drastically, each thrust fast and hard, driving me deeper into the mattress. “You’re tight, so fucking tight,” he pants. “I can feel you grip me.” He takes me with no hesitation, my body feeling battered but incredibly alive.

I feel myself climbing, the world shrinking to just the feeling of him inside me, the starved expression on his face, the sound of his harsh breathing, and my own desperate moans.

“You’re going to come apart for me, aren’t you, tiny Omega?” he growls. “Let it go, scream for me.”

The pleasure builds and builds until I feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to shatter. He lets out a primal sound that shakes against my skin and pushes into me one last time, hard and fast.

I scream.

My body spasms around him, my orgasm taking over like a storm. At the same time, I feel a sharp pinch inside, followed by a hot surge, the knot forming on his cock, anchoring him deep inside. My eyes widen as the sensation spreads through me, the reality of what he’s done. He claimed me. Knotted me. He has tied me to him.

“Mine,” he breathes, his voice thick with satisfaction. He shudders and growls as he throbs inside me, filling me with his cum. Our bodies are slick with sweat, my legs still wrapped around his waist as we both recover from the intense encounter.

I can’t explain it, but being locked to him like this is exhilarating, every fear in my world vanishing, as if he cast a spell over my soul. It’s like I’ve been walking through life half-asleep, and now I’m finally gloriously awake.

Each breath I take seems to sync with his, and the overwhelming rush of emotions—his and mine tangled together until I can’t tell where I end and he begins—should terrify me, but instead, I feel... complete. Like every moment of doubt, every night I spent feeling lost and alone was just leading me here—to him.

The obsession I felt before was nothing compared to this. This is fucking transcendent. This is every dream I never dared to dream, every wish I was too afraid to make. His presence in my mind, in my soul, it’s not just comfort—it’s coming home. The way he fills me up, surrounds me, claims me... it’s everything. Everything I never knew I was desperate for until this moment.

God, the power of him, the absolute certainty I feel flowing through me—it’s like he’s rewriting every insecurity, every fear, every doubt I’ve ever had. And I want him to. I want him to erase it all and replace it with this, with us, with the perfect certainty that I belong to him, with him, in a way that defies explanation.

This is what I’ve been searching for my entire life without even knowing it. And now that I have it, now that I have him, I know I’ll never be able to go back to the way I was before. I don’t want to.

When I meet his gaze, I see every one of these emotions reflected in his eyes, burning with ferocity, and it steals my breath—like he’s drowning in me just as much as I’m losing myself in him.

He lays his head against my shoulder, stuck deep inside me, his breathing ragged.

“You’re so perfect, Casey,” he whispers into my ear. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

I cling to him, desperate for something to hold on to. The pressure inside me is immense, his knot swollen and pulsating, still pumping into me, holding him captive within my body. The sensation is both powerful and strangely comforting. My breath catches in my throat, and I moan, my body adjusting to the strange new sensation of being so completely filled with him.

His hands move, gently cupping my face, his eyes searching mine. “You did so well,” he mutters, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You took every bit of me, every single inch.”

My cheeks flush, the heat of his words stirring something deep within me. “I… I wanted it,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted all of you.”

He smiles, a tempting curve of his lips that sends a thrill of excitement through me. “And you got it,” he says, his gaze intense. “You got every last drop of me.” He shifts again, and a soft moan escapes my lips as the knot stretches me internally. “You’ll get used to this, little one,” he adds, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “You’ll get used to being filled.”

He carefully pulls my legs higher, positioning me more comfortably against him, the slow, deliberate movement sending a shiver of sensation rippling through me. The sensation of being held captive by him is intoxicating, a thrilling confirmation of his claim. I can feel the warmth of his body around me, the heavy weight of him pressed against me, and I can’t help but snuggle closer.

Slowly, he begins to shift, pulling me gently until we’re both curled on our sides, facing each other, his arms wrapped securely around me.

“I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he explains, his hand stroking my hair. “Did I hurt you?”

I nuzzle my face into his chest, inhaling his scent, the musky, intoxicating smell of him calming my racing heart. “No,” I say softly. “It felt… right.”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against my ear. He kisses the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment.

We lay there in silence for a while. My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I can feel myself starting to drift, the exhaustion of the heat and the intense pleasure finally taking over.

“Go to sleep.” His hand strokes my back, slow and rhythmic. “I’m right here.”

“I’m so tired,” I mumble, my body completely relaxed against his.

“I know,” he says, his lips brushing against my forehead. “You did so well. You were perfect.” He shifts slightly, adjusting my position, making sure I’m comfortable in his arms. “Rest now.”

The last thing I feel before drifting off to sleep is the gentle brush of his lips against my forehead, the comforting weight of his arms around me, and the intimate feeling of his knot inside me. I’ve never felt safer or more content. His words echo in my mind as I drift into oblivion.

I did well… I was perfect.