Asa #3
He fucks into me, hitting that sweet spot every thrust, a deep, internal pressure that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. Tears stream down my face from the sheer, overwhelming fullness of it, the way he’s filling not just my body, but the energetic void that has been aching inside me for years.
He pulls back, almost all the way out, before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies meeting a wet, rhythmic slap that echoes in the small room.
Through it all, the Alpha drags his nose along my neck and jaw before burying it in the crook of my neck, his growls vibrating through my skin.
I can feel him getting bigger, harder, the base of his cock beginning to swell as the rut-induced knot prepares to lock us together.
“I’m going to knot you,” he gasps, his hands fisting in my hair. “I’m going to stay inside you until you’re mine.”
Some part of me knows he shouldn’t be saying stuff like that, that if he were to bite me, it would bond us together. He’d drain me, just like all the scientific classes warn, my guiding essence not enough for what he needs.
And yet, the other part of me, wants it.
The Omega part. The irrational part. The part that...
A cry tears from my throat as he carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress before following me down.
The Alpha pins my wrists above my head, his weight a crushing, glorious anchor before fucking back into me, cock bottoming out with every shove.
My back arches off of the bed as I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into the small of his back, begging for more, for everything, for the end of the hunger.
“Give it to me! Please. Fuck, I need it. Alpha, please!”
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as he gives one final, deep thrust and stays there, his body going rigid as the knot begins to flare.
It’s an agonizing, beautiful sensation, the expansion of him inside me, stretching me further than I thought possible, locking us together.
I scream, my ass clamping down on him in a rhythmic, frantic pulse, my own climax hitting me with the force of a physical blow as I spray all over his stomach
He follows me over the edge a second later. He lets out a raw, guttural roar, his body shaking with the force of his release. I can feel the hot, thick spurts of his seed filling me, before the Alpha collapses on top of me, his face buried in my chest, his breath coming in jagged, broken sobs.
Slowly, he raises his head, his eyes clearer now, the violet corona faded to a soft, bruised purple.
“You’re not burned,” he whispers, his voice raw.
He rolls us until he’s on his back, my body splayed over his as his cock reaches a new spot inside of me.
He reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a tenderness that makes my throat tighten. “How are you not burned?”
“I told you,” I say, my voice a soft, exhausted rasp. “I can handle it.”
The Alpha lets out a small chuckle, gently dragging me into another kiss. This one’s much softer as he murmurs one word against my lips. “Enigma.”
I frown and sit up as much as the knot inside of me will allow. “What do you mean? Wait?” I brace myself on his chest, groaning as my hips move of their own accord, my ass swallowing his knot deeper. “You’re an Enigma? But that’s like an Alpha’s Alpha. That’s like... but you’re S-Class? Wait...”
“Asa, breathe,” the man places his hand over mine on his chest. “Do you get why I was so surprised now? Biologically, we shouldn’t work. You... you should be...”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. I’ve gone through enough biology lessons to know what happens when incompatible people find their way together. Someone burns out. Someone gets hurt. Sometimes they even die.
Signing that waiver wasn’t just stupid. I could have signed my death warrant. And yet, this is the best I’ve ever felt in years.
“I’m okay. And I liked it. A lot. It’s just what I needed,” I whisper.
The knot begins to ease, the pressure slowly receding. He has every chance to move, to pull away, to put his walls back up and wait for the dawn. He could treat this as a clinical necessity, a one-time relief for a biological crisis. He could walk away and never look at an F-Class Guide again.
Instead, he shifts his weight, sliding his arms under me and pulling me closer until I’m tucked firmly against his side.
He kisses the top of my head, a soft, lingering touch that feels like a promise.
The hunger isn't gone, it’s just changed shape.
It’s no longer a desperate scream; it’s a low, steady thrum of wanting more.
More of his scent, more of his weight, more of the way the world finally makes sense when I’m in his arms.
Slick and cum gather between my thighs as it leaks out of my ass, his cock slipping between my legs and through the mess.
“Again,” he murmurs against my hair. “I want you again.”
Logic tells me one thing but the heat of this man pressed against me, tells me another. “Yes please,” I offer back, letting him flip me onto the mattress and driving back into me.