Chapter 35 #3
"Take it." His voice was rough, animalistic, his hand still fisted in my hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Take your Alpha's cock. Made for this. Made to be fucked. Made to be bred."
I couldn't respond — couldn't do anything except hold on as he pounded into me, each thrust driving the air from my lungs, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic thud.
The pleasure was overwhelming, building impossibly fast, my body responding to his dominance in ways I didn't fully understand.
"Gonna fill you up." He growled against my ear, his mouth hot and wet against my neck, his teeth scraping over my skin without breaking it, teasing but not claiming. "Gonna breed this pussy. Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll feel it for days."
The words, the heat of his breath, the relentless pounding of his hips — it all combined to send me hurtling over the edge.
I came with a scream that was muffled by the mattress, my body clamping down on him so hard he groaned, my vision going white at the edges.
He didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. Just kept fucking me through my orgasm, his pace becoming even more brutal, his growls filling the room.
"Again." The command was rough, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in harsh circles.
"Come again. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.
" I didn't think I could — I was already wrung out, overstimulated, trembling — but my body obeyed him without my permission.
Another orgasm crashed through me, weaker but still devastating, my walls fluttering around him.
"Good girl." He groaned against my shoulder, his rhythm finally faltering, his knot swelling impossibly fast. "Such a good Omega. Taking everything I give you. Gonna reward you now. Gonna fill you up."
His knot locked inside me, and he came with a roar that shook the walls, his hips jerking, his face buried in my neck as wave after wave of release flooded into me.
I could feel myself stretching around his knot, feel the warmth of him filling me up, feel the throb of his cock as he emptied himself completely.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just breathed together, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, his purr rumbling to life against my back.
"Aster." My name came out rough, broken, some of the wildness fading from his voice, replaced by something that sounded like concern. "Oh god, Aster. Did I hurt you? I couldn't — I couldn't control—"
"Shh." I turned my head as much as I could, catching his eye, offering him a tired smile. "I'm okay. I'm fine. That was... intense. But I'm okay."
"I was so rough." His voice cracked, his hand coming up to gently stroke my hip where bruises were already forming. "I lost control. I could have—"
"You didn't." I reached back, finding his hand, squeezing it. "You didn't hurt me. Not really. The roughness... I think I liked it. The dominance. It felt right."
He made a sound — something between a laugh and a sob — and carefully shifted us onto our sides, his knot still locking us together. His arm wrapped around me, his hand splaying over my stomach, his face buried in my hair.
"I love you." The words were muffled, broken, thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. I love you so much."
"I love you too." I squeezed his hand where it rested on my stomach, my eyes already heavy, my body exhausted in the best possible way. "And stop apologizing. That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."
He laughed against my hair, the sound surprised and genuine, some of the tension bleeding out of his body.
"You're incredible." His voice was soft with wonder, his purr rumbling to life against my back. "Absolutely incredible."
"Takes one to know one." I murmured, already drifting toward sleep.
Another knock at the door — lighter this time.
"Just leaving some more supplies." Kol's voice was warm, a hint of his usual humor threading through the concern, his tone light and teasing. "Water, food, some of those protein bars Nolan insists on. Oh, and a clean set of sheets because I'm guessing you need them by now."
I laughed despite myself, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly, my body shaking against Reid's, making us both groan where we were still connected.
"Thank you, Kol." My voice was hoarse but warm, affection bleeding through, my lips curving into a smile.
"Anything for you, little flower." His voice softened, the teasing fading into something genuine, something loving, his footsteps lingering outside the door. "Both of you. Just say the word and we're there."
I heard him set something down outside the door, then his footsteps retreating down the hall.
"Pack." Reid murmured against my skin, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction, his arms tightening around me, his purr deepening to something rumbling and content. "Good pack."
"The best pack." I agreed, my eyes already heavy, my body finally allowing exhaustion to creep in, warmth spreading through my chest.
The fourth time came hours later.
The rut wasn't done with us yet.
I woke to his hands on me — urgent and desperate, sliding over my skin, pulling me against his body. His breath was hot against my neck, his cock hard and insistent against my hip, his whole body radiating heat like a furnace.
"Sorry." The word was strained, apologetic, his body trembling with need, his voice rough with want and regret, his hands gripping me like he couldn't bear to let go. "Tried to let you sleep. Can't — I can't fight it—"
"Don't be sorry." I turned in his arms, wrapping myself around him, reaching between us to guide him back inside me, gasping at the stretch that was becoming familiar, addictive, my voice soft with acceptance. "I'm here. I've got you. Take what you need."
This time was different from his feral episode — still desperate, still intense, but with more of Reid in his eyes. He rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs, his forehead pressing against mine as he slid inside me with a groan.
"Need you." His voice was rough but present, his eyes meeting mine, dark with need but recognizably him. "Always need you. Never going to stop needing you."
"Then don't stop." I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper, my hands finding his face, my thumbs tracing his cheekbones.
"I don't want you to ever stop." He set a hard, deep rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust driving gasps from my lips.
But he kept his eyes on mine, kept that connection, even as the pleasure built between us.
"Such a good girl." He groaned the words against my lips, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, driving deeper. "Love you so fucking much."
I gasped, my nails raking down his back, my body arching beneath him. "Reid — I'm gonna—"
"Together." He thrust harder, deeper, one hand sliding between us to find my clit.
"Always together." We shattered at the same time — my orgasm triggering his, his knot swelling and locking us together, both of us crying out as pleasure crashed through us in waves.
He collapsed against me, his face buried in my neck, his knot pulsing inside me, his purr rumbling through both of us.
"Sleep now." His voice was barely a whisper, exhaustion finally winning out over need, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me against his chest. "Sleep. I've got you."
I closed my eyes, feeling his heartbeat against my back, feeling his knot pulse inside me, feeling completely, utterly, overwhelmingly claimed.
His. I was completely, entirely his. As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, tied to him in the most intimate way possible, I realized something.
I didn't want to be anywhere else.
This was home. He was home.
Whatever came next — the rest of the rut, the days beyond, the threats lurking at the edges of our happiness — we would face it together.