Chapter 6 #18
I brace my hands on his chest and let myself move—small, grinding motions that make his knot shift inside me, triggering wave after wave of aftershocks. The pleasure is unrelenting, almost too much, and I feel myself climbing toward another peak.
“One more.” His eyes are blazing gold, fixed on my face. “Give me one more, omega.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling while his knot pulses inside me. “Come for me, Hannah. Come for your Alpha.”
The final orgasm rips through me like lightning, so intense I actually black out for a moment.
When I come back to myself, I’m collapsed on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, his knot still tying us together.
But the heat isn’t satisfied. Not even close.
“Karax.” My voice comes out as a whimper. “I need—I still need—”
“I know.” He strokes my hair, his voice gentle even as his cock twitches inside me. “The heat will last days. This is just the beginning.”
“Days?”
“At least three.” His knot flexes, and I moan. “Maybe four. And I intend to spend every hour of them inside you.”
The promise makes my pussy clench, which makes his knot shift, which triggers another cascade of pleasure. By the time it fades, I’m panting again, already desperate for more.
“My knot will go down soon,” he murmurs. “And then I’m going to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you from behind until you forget your own name.”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken. “Yes, please, Alpha—”
“Good girl.”
His knot deflates slowly, and when he finally slips out of me, I feel a gush of his release follow. There’s so much of it—he’s been coming for nearly an hour, filling me with pulse after pulse of Fae seed—and it soaks the sheets beneath us.
I don’t care.
I’m already on my hands and knees before he even tells me to move, presenting myself to him like the omega I am. The position makes me feel even smaller than usual—my face pressed to the mattress, my ass in the air, my pussy exposed and dripping with his cum.
“Look at you.” His voice is reverent as his hands grip my hips. “So desperate. So needy. So perfect.”
“Please.” I’m beyond pride, beyond shame. The heat has burned away everything except want. “Please fuck me, Alpha.”
He slams inside in one brutal thrust.
I scream into the mattress as he fills me again—somehow even deeper from this angle, his cock pressing against spots that make my toes curl. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Just starts thrusting, hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that echoes through the chamber.
“You feel so good like this.” He drapes his massive body over my back, his chest covering me entirely, his mouth at my ear. “So small beneath me. So helpless. I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t stop me.”
“Don’t want to stop you.” I’m pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him as deep as I can. “Want you to use me. Want you to fill me up. Want you to breed me—”
He growls and his pace increases, fucking into me with a ferocity that makes the bed frame groan. I can feel another orgasm building—they come faster during heat, each one more intense than the last—and I let myself fall into it.
“That’s it.” His hand finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounds into me. “Come on my cock like a good omega. Show me how much you love being fucked by your Alpha.”
I shatter.
The orgasm is so intense I actually scream, my whole body convulsing around him. And this time, he comes too—I feel his cock pulse inside me, feel another flood of hot release, feel his knot start to swell again.
“Again?” My voice is incredulous, overwhelmed. “You’re knotting me again?”
“Three more days,” he reminds me, his voice strained as his knot locks us together. “At least.”
I drop my face to the mattress and sob with pleasure as the second knotting triggers another chain of orgasms.
We stay locked together for another hour.
When his knot finally deflates, he pulls out and flips me onto my back, lifting my legs over his shoulders. The new position folds me nearly in half, my knees by my ears, my pussy completely exposed and vulnerable.
“I want to watch your face,” he says, and then he’s inside me again.
From this angle, I can see everything—his massive form looming over me, his cock disappearing into my body, the way my stomach distends every time he bottoms out.
I can see his muscles flex with each thrust, can see the silver veins in his bronze skin pulse with magic, can see the predatory satisfaction in his golden eyes.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He hooks my ankles over his shoulders and leans forward, pressing me deeper into the mattress. The position makes him feel even bigger, impossibly deep. “Spread open for me. Full of my cock. My seed. Mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, because what else can I say? He’s right. I belong to him—not because of the bond, not because of the biology, but because I chose this. I chose him.
And I’d choose him again.
The heat doesn’t let up.
I lose track of time somewhere in the second day—or maybe the third. The world narrows to this room, this bed, this massive body that keeps filling me over and over until I forget what it felt like to be empty.
The third round happens against the wall.
I don’t know how we got here—one moment I’m stumbling toward the bathing chamber, desperate for water, and the next he’s behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock pressing against my ass.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is a growl in my ear.
“Water. I need—”
“What you need is right here.” He lifts me like I weigh nothing—because to him, I don’t—and pins me against the stone wall. My feet dangle a foot off the ground. My back is pressed against cold rock while his chest burns hot against my front.
And then he’s inside me again.
I scream as he slides home, my body opening for him despite how many times he’s already taken me.
The angle is different like this—he’s thrusting up into me, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my eyes.
My legs wrap around his waist automatically, but they don’t even come close to meeting around his massive frame.
“That’s it.” He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, holding me in place while he fucks up into me. “Take it. Take all of it.”
“I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that drives me higher up the wall. “You were made for this. Made to take my cock. Made to be filled and bred and owned.”
The words should make me angry. Should remind me of everything he did, everything he took from me.
Instead, they make me come so hard I see white.
Because he’s right. I was made for this—or maybe I was made into this, shaped by sixteen years of exhaustion and isolation until surrendering to someone stronger felt like coming home.
And in this moment, pinned against a wall with his cock splitting me open and his hand holding me helpless, I don’t care about the difference.
I just want more.
“Please.” The word comes out broken. “Please, Alpha, don’t stop—”
“Never.” He buries himself to the hilt and holds there, his cock pulsing inside me. “I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until the only thing you can say is mine.”
“Yours.” I’m sobbing now, pleasure and exhaustion and something that feels terrifyingly like peace all tangled together. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m—”
His knot swells, locking us together, and I scream until my voice breaks.
The fourth round happens on the balcony.
It’s the middle of the night—or maybe early morning, I can’t tell anymore—and the heat is burning so hot I can’t breathe in the enclosed chamber. I stumble outside, naked and desperate for cool air, and he follows.
“Someone might see,” I whisper, but my body is already arching toward him.
“Let them.” He spins me around and bends me over the stone railing. The entire court spreads out below us—towers and training grounds and the distant glow of phosphorescent crystals. Anyone looking up would see exactly what their Guardian is doing to his omega.
I should care. Should feel shame or embarrassment or something other than desperate, aching need.
But the heat has burned all of that away.
“Please.” I push back against him, feeling his cock slide between my thighs. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” He notches himself at my entrance and pushes in, and the sound I make echoes across the silent court.
He fucks me slow this time—long, deep strokes that make me feel every ridge, every inch, every impossible bit of his size. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he uses me. And the word doesn’t feel wrong anymore. Doesn’t feel like a violation.
It feels like exactly what I am.
His. Used. Owned. Home.
“You’re so quiet,” he murmurs against my ear. “Usually you’re screaming by now.”
“Tired.” The word comes out slurred. I’ve come so many times I’ve lost count. My body feels wrung out, emptied of everything except this endless, burning need. “So tired, Alpha.”
“I know.” His pace slows even further, becoming almost gentle. “But you’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly. Such a good omega.”
The praise washes over me like warm water, and I feel tears prick my eyes. I spent sixteen years being the strong one. First carrying my parents’ expectations, their cold distance, their legacy. Then carrying the whole village on my shoulders while no one thought to ask if I needed holding.
And now here I am, bent over a balcony railing, being fucked by the monster who destroyed my life, and all I can feel is relief.
Because I don’t have to be strong here. Don’t have to protect anyone. Don’t have to do anything except take what he gives me and let the pleasure drown everything else.
“That’s it.” He feels the shift in me through the bond—the moment I stop fighting and just surrender. “That’s my good girl. Just let go. I’ve got you.”
I let go.