13. Kaelen #2
"Every part of you tastes like heaven," I murmur against her skin, my tongue tracing the glowing patterns that mark her as mine. "Every inch designed for my pleasure. A perfect omega in training, desperate for her alpha's cock."
My hands map her body with raw possession—the new curves at her hips, the fuller breasts with their hypersensitive peaks, the way her waist dips in perfectly to hold my broad hands. When I find a cluster of magical nodes just below her ribcage, she arches off the bed with a cry of pure need.
"There," she gasps. "Oh god, right there."
I suckle and nip on that spot while my other hand works between her legs, finding her even wetter than before. The combination of physical and magical stimulation has her sobbing with pleasure within minutes.
But when I try to add my thumb alongside my fourth finger, preparing her further, she's still too tight. My cock is thicker than my wrist—and unless I hold her down and force her, she won't be able to take it.
Once, before the Sundering, alphas like me simply took what they needed from their omegas.
Slick, tight channels opened to knots as they cried and begged for it to end.
By the third or fourth claiming, the fit was often easier, the omega's body well-trained to take her alpha's size—if the omega survived.
I was one such alpha in my youth, rutting and knotting without caring for preparation. Now, as my power wanes, and only the hope of the prophecy shows a future for my court again, I restrain myself.
"Not yet," I murmur, though my cock aches with the need to be inside her, my thorns pulsing and my still-soft knot aching. "But soon."
I bring her to climax twice more with my mouth and hands, each one more intense than the last as I learn her body. Taking her with my tongue doesn't come naturally to me, and kneeling between her legs feels strange, but the taste goes straight to my thorned and aching cock.
Rosalind screams louder and longer with each stroke of my tongue against her slick folds and aching clit. But instead of satisfaction, each release only seems to stoke the fire burning in her blood.
"It's not enough," she cries after the third climax, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks. "Nothing is enough except you inside me."
"I know," I tell her, my own need so intense I'm trembling with the effort of restraint, my thorns leaking honeyed nectar and thick precum. "Your body is almost ready. Just a little longer."
The third round comes barely thirty minutes later, her heat now a constant burn that colors every breath, every heartbeat. Her scent has changed again, growing richer, more complex, carrying undertones that make my alpha instincts roar with demand.
"I can't bear this," she whimpers, clinging to me with desperate strength. "Please, Kaelen. I'll die if you don't claim me soon."
This time, when I check her readiness, she's more open, her body finally beginning to accommodate the changes needed for my size. But still not quite enough for my knot.
"We're close," I tell her, my voice strained with my own desperate need. "So close."
I decide to try something different. Positioning her on her hands and knees, I work her with both hands and magic simultaneously, stretching her carefully while stimulating every enhanced nerve ending I can reach.
"That's it," I encourage as she rocks back against me, her slick channel opening up around my hand. "Let your body open for me. Show me how much you want this."
The position allows me to reach deeper, to work her more thoroughly, and I can feel her body slowly yielding to the preparation. My cock throbs between us, occasionally brushing against her as I work, making us both groan with need.
"I can feel you," she gasps, pushing back until my length slides along her slick folds and my thorns catch on her clit. "So close. Please, I need to feel you inside me."
"Not yet," I grit out, though the temptation to simply thrust forward and claim her is almost overwhelming. "If I hurt you, if your body can't handle the bonding..."
"I don't care," she sobs. "I'd rather die than keep aching like this."
Her desperation nearly breaks my resolve, but I force myself to maintain discipline. Instead, I use my magic more intensively, flooding her system until she's screaming with pleasure.
This climax is different—deeper, more intense, with full-body convulsions that leave her shaking and hypersensitive. But when it subsides, her need returns even faster than before.
"Kaelen," she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at me with eyes wild with heat. "I can't take much more of this. My body feels like it's going to tear apart from need."
I gather her into my arms, both of us trembling with barely controlled desire. My cock is so hard it's painful, and her scent is driving me to the edge of madness. Every instinct I possess is screaming at me to claim her, to end both our suffering.
"Check me again," she pleads. "Please. Maybe now..."
I slide my fingers inside her once more, and this time I can feel the difference. She's more open, more yielding, though still not quite ready for my full size and knot.
"Better," I tell her, though my voice is rough with strain. "Much better. But?—"
"But not enough," she finishes, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "How much longer? I can't... I don't think I can survive much more of this."
Neither can I. My control is hanging by the thinnest thread, and each time I touch her, each time she begs for my claiming, that thread frays a little more.
"Soon," I promise, gathering her closer as her heat continues its relentless build. "Very soon. Your body is almost ready to accept everything I need to give you."
She curls against me, seeking what comfort she can find, but we both know this reprieve will be shorter than the last. Her heat is accelerating, driving us both toward the inevitable moment when restraint becomes impossible.
When that moment comes—and it will come soon—nothing will stop me from claiming her completely.
The next round of need hits less than twenty minutes later, and this time her scent carries something new. Something that makes my every alpha instinct sing with recognition.
She's almost ready.
"Kaelen," she gasps, her body burning with fever-heat against mine. "Something's different. I feel... I feel like I'm about to break apart."
I breathe in her scent and feel my cock throb with desperate need, my antlers glowing brightly and my alpha instincts screaming at me to take her. She's so close now. So very close to the moment when her body will demand claiming and I'll finally be able to give us both what we need.
"Hold on," I tell her, though I'm not sure which of us I'm trying to convince. "Just hold on a little longer."
But we both know the waiting is almost over.
Soon—very soon—her heat will break completely, and then nothing in this world or any other will keep me from claiming my omega exactly as she was meant to be claimed.