He flipped her over onto her back again, driving in without missing a beat, his rough rasp in her ear as his own orgasm built. The Omega caged his hips between her legs, urging him on to give her what she needed.

He shuddered, his cock driving deep, spurting inside her as the base enlarged, the stretch so raw and wide. Breathless, she clung to him, gasping at the huge knot locking them together. The Alpha kept spurting, his orgasm powerful and long, filling her with what she needed, what she wanted and desired.

She sighed, the panting of her breath hitched. The Alpha cuddled her into his arms, secure and safe. Nestling her nose against his sweaty neck, she rubbed on it, covering herself and then breathing him in. He smelled divine; better than anything she'd ever known. When the drowsiness overcame her, and she embraced it, her cunt still fluttering on his knot, she let herself enjoy being in the arms of her Alpha.

After that, whenever she woke, she was fucked and knotted in every position imaginable.

When the bed got soaked with her slick and became uncomfortable for her to lie in, he pulled the sheets off the bed and replaced them with other blankets and pillows from around the room.

Eventually, the entire bed was filled with blankets saturated with their scent, which was highly pleasing to her. She was in a state of heightened satisfaction. This was how an Omega was supposed to exist, filled with her Alpha’s seed, sore from his knot, and covered in his saliva and scent. Nothing existed outside of them. It was blissful—the most satisfying state.

Although once after he’d knotted her in a sitting position, his arms around her and her head on his chest, he pulled her back away from him and spoke. Again the words were jumbled. She stared at him, her weak eyes barely able to stay open. But the longer he spoke, the angrier he seemed to get. The words came out even quicker now, a jumbled quick mess of communication.

The Omega tried to settle in his arms, but he was holding her too upright. She frowned. Was he trying to punish her? She searched his face as he continued talking, trying to determine what he was doing. He shouldn't need to talk, she shouldn't need to talk. Their purpose was defined by their instincts.

He had knotted her; he had fulfilled his purpose for now, he should let her rest. And yet, the words kept coming, harder and louder. He was getting angry.

She leaned forward, watching him closely, the words beautiful and harsh and hard, and she leaned up and pressed her lips on his.

He silenced immediately, his body still.

She pressed harder and captured his bottom lip in hers. She moaned at the feel and taste of him, salty and sweaty and delicious. She sucked on his bottom lip, and pressed further, eager for more.

He opened his mouth, and she deepened the kiss. A shudder going through her at the delight of his breath on her, his tongue sneaking out to meet hers. The Alpha took over, gathered her in his arms, jolting her a little on his knot and kissed her deeply. The Omega revealed this new experience of her Alpha while she sat on his knot.

After that, they kissed often, yet he never instigated it. He waited for her to kiss him first.

She sensed that he wanted it when he knotted her. He stroked her hair, his eyes roaming her face and lingering on her lips. And that was her signed to lean forward and capture him, until he took over and devoured her, leaving her breathless and swollen.

In between being knotted and asleep, the Alpha ensured that she drank goblets of water. He also brought food to her, but she was much less interested in destroying the taste of him on her tongue with that. Hunger wasn’t her priority, her arousal was her most important concern.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to bring food to her. She refused unless he forced it down her throat. He didn't do it often, but he followed his instinct for how often she needed it.

Once when he stood by the bed, eating a slice of bread after forcing her to take a bite, she crawled to him and licked along his length.

The Alpha grunted, his eyes lowering to look at her.

Sticky with her slick and tasting of them both, the hard, smooth object of her attention twitched as she took it in her mouth, sucking and licking the head for a more intense taste.

The Alpha made a strained noise and suddenly she was being pushed down onto the bed again and impaled. She protested, wanting more of him in her mouth, but the thought soon went out of her mind. Any chance she got, she sunk her mouth down on him, eager for the taste of him, and once he realized, he watched her suck him, even holding her head to fuck her mouth.

She never tired of it, although he never let his seed go anywhere but deep inside her, which was exactly where she wanted it. Any seed that didn’t fill her was wasted. As much as she reveled in the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth, she had to be a good Omega.

An Alpha like him deserved it. He was perfection in the form of an Alpha.

She couldn't remember any other Alpha, but instinctively knew this one was perfect.

She was pleased that he reveled in her too—the way he gathered her into him, caressed her skin, and dragged his tongue all over her, marking her with his scent—and she preened when he kissed her back, fiercely as though he couldn't get enough.

It was such a satisfying experience being with him, that when she began to sleep more, she thought nothing of it. The scent of them soothed her, even when things began to feel uncomfortable, like the constant wetness between her legs. The soreness that never seemed to go away.

She slept more, even though the Alpha did not let up on his punishing attentions on her. Sometimes she woke to him slapping her thighs apart so he could sink in. She always widened her legs to accommodate him, her body jolting with his slams as she sighed in exhaustion, yawns gripping her.

But as she became sleepier, the urge to fuck him faded, even though he still wanted her in his arms, to knot and kiss.

Once when she was dozing on his bicep, his arms holding her while his knot stretched her wide, he tapped her cheek, serious eyes roaming her face. The Omega blinked awake, suddenly guilty that she wasn't behaving for her Alpha. She straightened, alert to what he might need, and it was only when his eyes dropped to her mouth, that she realized what he was missing. Threading her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her and kissed him.

He took over almost instantly, locking his mouth with hers, sucking her tongue and grazing the inside of her mouth. He bit down her chin then to her neck, where he breathed in her scent and released a rumble that lasted long enough to turn into a groan.

But the Omega was already falling back asleep, squeezing down on his knot to make sure she was still plugged full of him, and not too bothered by his obsession for her mouth.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

When her consciousness ebbed back, every muscle in Naya’s body was screaming.

She moaned, wincing at the pain that scored across her most intimate muscles. Disoriented, she rolled onto her back, but that only made things worse so she opened her eyes and tried to take in her surroundings.

Her body ached as though she had just come out of her Haze, but the pain between her legs was bad. A raw soreness clawed its way right up inside her, stinging no matter how small a movement she made.

She rolled onto her side groaning and panting a little, trying to relieve the ache, but all at once several things became clear. This wasn't her own bed. The blankets around her with thinner and colorful with reds and yellows and gold patterning across the duvet, and the scent around her was deeper, musky, and addictive.