Chapter 31 Mavi #2
They see the power, the control, the Omega who sets the pace and owns every second of it.
They don’t see the way my vision blurs or the way my breath catches on something that isn’t pleasure.
They see the show and I give it to them because that is what I do.
I perform. I deliver. I make them want more.
"You are mine. All of this is mine. They cannot touch this.
They cannot touch us." Those words are more for me than my subscribers, Sai squeezing my hips a little harder, letting me know he sees me. "Fuck, you’re so hard for me. Look at how deep you are. You feel that? You feel how I am taking every inch? That’s it, Alpha.
Give it to me. Let them watch while I use you. "
A comment scrolls by. “Wait, is that a mating bite on his ear? Is he mated?”
Another follows. “Holy shit the scarring on his ear. He’s bonded.”
The chat detonates.
I keep riding him harder, rolling my hips so his cock drags deep inside me while the cage lies open and forgotten beside us.
His hands grip my waist and I lean back, bracing one palm on his thigh so the camera catches the way my body takes him.
Slick coats his length and drips down his balls with every downward stroke.
I clench around him deliberately, feeling him throb and swell, the moan that leaves me completely real.
“Fuck, look at you,” I tell the camera, voice completely wrecked. “My Alpha letting me use him like this. You all wish you could feel how deep he is right now. How thick. How perfectly he fills me up.”
Sai’s fingers dig into my skin but he stays exactly where I placed him, face turned away, body offered completely. The chat floods with tips and comments but I barely see them. All I feel is him inside me, stretching me open, and the calm starting to wash over me, his scent easing my earlier panic.
I slam down harder and his knot pops inside me with a wet sound that the microphone definitely catches.
I cry out as it locks us together, coming hard across his stomach while my hole pulses around his knot.
Sai follows right after, groaning low as he spills deep inside me, pulse after pulse of cum flooding me until it leaks out around his knot.
I keep grinding on his locked cock through the aftershocks, milking every drop while the tears fall freely now.
The chat is a blur of capital letters and hearts and shocked emojis but I don’t read them.
I just ride the waves and let Sai hold me through it because right now he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart on camera.
When the orgasm finally ebbs I sag forward against his chest, still locked on his knot, and whisper against his skin where the camera can’t see, “Don’t let go.”
I end the stream without my usual warmth, closing the laptop mid-comment from where I can reach. I’m still on top of Sai, still connected, the tears a steady leak I can’t seem to shut off.
Sai’s arms come around me, his lips murmuring against the side of me. “Talk to me, doll. What’s wrong? What happened today?”
The word doll lands against my tears and my armor is gone. I’m not the sharp-tongued, cam-confident, paint-stained force of nature right now. I’m just a twenty-five-year-old Omega lying on top of my Alpha in a dark room trying to explain why everything hurts.
“The rent doubled. Velvet flagged my account. My paintings got boxed up and sent back from the galleries. The modeling gig was canceled when I showed up. And Dorian was there telling me I look tired while my whole life gets packed into boxes by people I’ve never met.”
Each sentence lands like a weight. Sai’s arms tighten around me but he doesn’t speak. He lets me empty it out.
“Everything I built, Sai. Everything. The cam money I used to put myself through school. The paintings I carried out of my parents’ house.
The galleries that were just starting to take me seriously.
I built this from nothing. Nothing. I was twenty years old with no money and no family and I built a whole life and it’s falling apart. ”
My voice cracks on the last word because I have a suspicion of who is the reason for all this but I’d never put that on Sai. I refuse to make this any more of his problem than it already is.
“I’ll fix it,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how yet. But no one hurts my Omega.”
“You can’t fix everything by kneeling, pet.”
“I know. So I’ll fix it by standing up.”
I press my face harder into his neck and the tears slow while the trembling eases. His heartbeat under my ear stays steady, the bond humming with something that feels like certainty. Not that everything will be okay, but that we will face whatever comes together.
With this new quiet, my thoughts turn to the other nagging feeling I’ve been ignoring. The nausea. The scent changes. The fogginess. The way my body has felt like it belongs to someone else.
“Sai.”
Something in my voice makes him go completely still. “Yeah?”
“I think… I think I’m pregnant.”
I slowly sit up and pull off Sai’s cock now that his knot has gone down, his cum slipping out of me as I roll off to my side. I prop myself up on my elbow, waiting for the blow up or the anger or a spiral but there’s just pure joy on his face.
“Really?”
My brows furrow with confusion. “You’re not mad? We didn’t plan this and my heat... I should have known when it was only a day but I—”
He slides down in the bed until his face is level with my stomach. He presses his forehead against the skin as his hands settle on my hips. He stays there, breathing against the place where something impossibly small might be growing. “Mine,” he whispers against my skin.
“Ours,” I correct. But my hand finds his hair, my eyes filling again with different tears this time. Something that has no name because I’ve never felt it before. The thing I never let myself want. A family. One I chose. One that chose me back.
Sai talks to my stomach. “I’m going to teach you about light. About the way it bends around your dad’s face. About the golden hour. About—”
“It’s the size of a bean, Sai.” I’m not even sure it’s that size yet.
“A very important bean.”
I laugh, the sound coming out wet and broken and real. It’s the bravest sound in the room, laughing after crying after breaking after performing after losing everything and finding the one thing that can’t be boxed up and sent back.
“We don’t even know for sure,” I tell him.
Sai presses his mouth against my stomach and the words vibrate against my skin. “I know.”
I stroke his hair and whisper, “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
Sai presses a kiss to my skin and his voice is certain when he answers. “We’re already okay, Doll. We’re together. That’s the only thing that matters.”
I smile into the dark, murmuring against his hair, “I love you, Alpha.”
He answers against my skin. “I love you too. Both of you.”