Bite me—mark your whore!

Rose’s POV

He tore my jacket open with a single savage yank, buttons scattering across the Persian rug like tiny silver accusations. The fabric ripped at the seams under his strength, and my shirt followed a heartbeat later—buttons popping free in a frantic cascade that pinged off the stone walls and the heavy oak desk. My tits spilled out into the cool air of his study, heavy and aching, nipples already dark, puffy, and painfully tight from hours of denial. They throbbed visibly with every frantic beat of my heart, begging for his mouth, his teeth, his claim.

Jason’s silver eyes raked over me like molten metal, pupils blown wide with raw hunger. “Fuck, look at these pretty tits,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, the sound vibrating straight down my spine to my dripping core. “So fucking sensitive after one night of my hands on them. Already begging to be sucked and bitten and marked. When I breed you full, these are going to swell heavy with milk for me, aren’t they, little omega? Gonna leak for your alpha while you ride my knot and beg me to drink from you.”

“Yes—fuck—yes, please,” I sobbed, arching my back shamelessly, pushing my aching breasts toward his mouth. Slick was pouring down my thighs now, soaking through the denim of my jeans in dark, obscene patches. My wolf was howling inside me, tail lashing, whining for him to mount me, to fill me, to ruin me. “Bite them, alpha. Mark them. I want your teeth everywhere. I want bruises tomorrow so every alpha in the academy smells you on me and knows I’m bred. Please—use me—”

His mouth latched onto my left nipple like a starving man, hot and wet and merciless. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the sensitive peak in rapid, teasing strokes while his teeth grazed the swollen flesh just enough to make me cry out. Pain and pleasure twisted together, shooting straight to my clit. I fisted both hands in his thick dark hair, holding him to me as my hips bucked uselessly against nothing.

“Gods—Jason—harder—bite me—mark your whore—” I begged, voice cracking into a broken moan when he switched to my right nipple, sucking it deep into the heat of his mouth until my knees threatened to give out. His free hand palmed the neglected breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between rough fingers, tugging until fresh tears of overwhelming sensation slid down my flushed cheeks.

“So fucking responsive,” he snarled around my tit, the vibration making me whimper. “These tits were made to be sucked while I breed you. Imagine it—your belly round with my pups, tits leaking milk, and you still begging for my cock like the greedy little breeding bitch you are.”

The filthy words sent another hot gush of slick flooding out of me. I could feel it trickling down the insides of my thighs, soaking into my socks, puddling on the rug beneath my boots. “Yes—alpha—breed me—fill me until I’m leaking milk and come—please—”

His hand finally shoved down the front of my jeans, thick fingers sliding through the obscene mess between my legs. Two of them plunged straight into my dripping cunt without warning—deep, hard, curling instantly to stroke that perfect spot inside me that made white sparks explode behind my eyelids. The wet, filthy squelch of my arousal filled the room like the most obscene symphony. His thumb found my swollen clit and ground down in tight, ruthless circles.

“Listen to this greedy fucking cunt,” he growled against my breast, adding a third finger without mercy, stretching me wide and burning so perfectly. “Sucking my fingers like it’s been starving for days. You’ve been clenching around nothing all day, haven’t you, Rose? Sitting in my lecture, creaming yourself while I talked about omegas begging to be knotted. Hiding in bathroom stalls with your hand down your pants but stopping because I didn’t give you permission. Good girl. Such a perfect, obedient little omega slut for me.”

I was moaning nonstop now—filthy, broken, shameless sounds that bounced off the stone walls and the heavy bookshelves. “Yes—alpha—your knot—please—stretch me—breed me—fill me until I’m pregnant with your pups. I want to feel you swell inside me, trapping every drop so it takes. I want to walk around the academy tomorrow leaking you down my thighs, belly already starting to swell, tits tender and full. Please—fuck me—ruin me—make me yours forever—”

He pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them, curling them ruthlessly against my g-spot while his thumb tortured my clit. The pressure built impossibly fast—coiling tight and vicious in my belly, my thighs shaking, my wolf howling inside me for release. “Come for me,” he snarled, biting down on my nipple hard enough to make me scream. “Squirt on my fingers like the filthy omega whore you are. Show alpha how badly you’ve been holding back all day for him.”

I shattered with a scream that tore from my throat—walls clamping down on his thick fingers like a vice, squirting hard around them in hot, messy pulses that soaked his hand, my jeans, the rug beneath us. Pleasure whitewashed my vision, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave crashed through me. He didn’t stop—kept fucking me through it with those relentless fingers, drawing it out until I was sobbing, oversensitive, hips jerking away and toward him at the same time.

“Too much—Jason—please—I can’t—too sensitive—alpha—”

He pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene pop, strings of my slick connecting them to my pulsing cunt. In one fluid motion he spun me around and bent me over the massive oak desk, my bare tits pressing against the cold wood, nipples dragging deliciously as papers and books scattered everywhere. He ripped my jeans and panties down to my ankles in a single brutal yank, kicked my legs wider, and dropped to his knees behind me.

“Gods, look at this pretty omega cunt,” he groaned, voice wrecked with pure lust. His big hands spread me open wide, thumbs pulling my swollen lips apart so he could stare at my dripping hole. “Puffy and pink and clenching like it’s begging to be stuffed full. Smell how fucking fertile you are—sweet and ripe and ready for my seed. This pussy was made to take my knot. Made to be bred.”

His hot tongue dragged a slow, broad stripe from my throbbing clit all the way up to my ass, then speared deep inside my cunt, fucking me with it like he was starving. I screamed, pushing back against his face, riding his tongue shamelessly while my fingers scrabbled at the edge of the desk for purchase.

“Jason—oh gods—eat my pussy—yes—deeper—fuck me with your tongue—please, alpha, I’ve been so good, denying myself all day just for you—”

He growled into my dripping folds, the vibration sending fresh sparks shooting up my spine. His nose rubbed my clit while his tongue thrust deep, curling, tasting every inch of me. Then he sucked my swollen clit between his lips—hard—and flicked it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue while three thick fingers plunged back inside me, curling ruthlessly against that spot that made my vision white out again.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. My thighs shook violently. Slick flooded his face, dripping down his chin onto the rug in messy puddles. “Come again,” he snarled against my cunt, voice muffled and filthy. “Squirt on my tongue like the desperate breeding bitch you are. Give it to me—now.”

I came a second time—harder—screaming his name until my throat went raw, walls spasming around his fingers as I squirted in powerful, messy arcs across his tongue and chin. My legs nearly gave out; only his strong hands gripping my hips kept me upright. He licked me through every aftershock, gentling his tongue until I was a trembling, sobbing mess.

When he finally stood, I heard the metallic rasp of his belt, the zipper of his jeans. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, the knot already swelling fat and angry at the base, precome dripping in steady, glistening strands from the flushed head. He slapped the heavy length against my soaked folds once, twice, three times—teasing my clit with the blunt head until I was whimpering and pushing back desperately.

“Beg,” he rasped, voice completely wrecked with lust as he notched the thick head at my entrance, sliding it through my slick without pushing in. “Tell me exactly what this cunt was made for. Tell me how you want your alpha to breed you tonight.”

I was beyond shame, beyond anything but raw, animal need. “Your omega,” I sobbed, voice hoarse and broken, pushing back so the head of his cock kissed my fluttering hole. “Your good girl. Your filthy, dripping breeding bitch. Please—knot me—claim me—make me yours forever—fill my womb until it swells with your pups. Ruin me for anyone else. Breed me so deep I’ll never be empty again. I want to feel your knot lock inside me, trapping every hot drop so it takes. I want to walk around tomorrow with your come leaking down my thighs, belly already starting to round, tits tender and leaking milk for you. Please, alpha—please breed your little whore—”

He slammed in—deep, hard, one brutal stroke burying every thick inch to the hilt. I screamed in pure, blinding ecstasy, my walls stretching obscenely around his massive cock, the burn so perfect it danced right on the edge of pain. He bottomed out against my cervix, the swelling knot already catching at my entrance with every pull-back.

“Fuck—yes—so tight—so fucking perfect for me,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing thrusts that made the heavy desk slam rhythmically against the wall. My tits bounced and dragged against the cold wood with every impact. Every stroke dragged the head of his cock perfectly over that spot inside me, the knot swelling bigger and thicker, stretching me wider on every retreat.

I was moaning continuously now—filthy, broken, shameless sounds that echoed off the stone walls and mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin and the obscene squelch of my cunt taking him. “Harder—alpha—please—deeper—fuck me like you own me—knot me—fill me—breed me—give me your pups—knock me up—make me round with them—”

He reached around without missing a beat, thick fingers finding my oversensitive clit and rubbing fast and rough while his other hand fisted my braid, yanking my head back so he could growl filthy promises right against my ear. “This cunt is mine. This womb is mine. Gonna knot you so deep my come stays inside you for days. Gonna breed you until you’re round with my pups and still begging for more cock even while you’re pregnant. Come on my cock again, Rose. Milk me like the greedy little breeding slut you are. Show me how badly this womb needs my seed.”

I came a third time—harder than ever—screaming his name until my voice cracked, walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock as I squirted in messy pulses around him. The orgasm rolled through me like a storm, leaving me shaking and sobbing, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down my cheeks.

He didn’t slow. His thrusts turned feral—deeper, harder, the swelling knot catching harder at my entrance with every brutal snap of his hips. The burn was exquisite, stretching me wider and wider until I felt impossibly full already.

“Take it—take my knot—fuck—Rose—gonna lock inside this perfect pussy and fill you until you overflow—”

He slammed deep one final time. The knot popped inside—thick, burning, stretching me impossibly wide and locking us together so tight I felt it in my soul. The pressure was perfect, overwhelming, trapping every inch of him inside me. He roared my name, cock pulsing deep against my cervix, flooding my womb with hot, thick ropes of come—endless, pulse after pulse after pulse, so much I felt my belly swell slightly with the sheer volume, the heat of it marking me from the inside out.

The bond snapped into place at the exact moment his teeth sank into my throat—sharp, white-hot ecstasy searing through every nerve, every cell, every inch of my being. I felt him everywhere: his pleasure crashing into mine like a tidal wave, his fierce possession, his dark feral love, his wolf howling *mine* in perfect, eternal sync with my own. He felt me—my complete surrender, my aching, endless need, my soul opening wide and welcoming him home forever.

He collapsed over me carefully, even in the aftermath, one arm banded around my waist to keep me from collapsing while his knot held us locked together. His lips brushed the fresh claiming bite on my throat, tongue laving the mark gently. “Mine,” he growled, voice rough and tender all at once. “Forever. My good girl. My bred little omega. My everything. Feel that, Rose? Feel me inside you—marking you, breeding you, claiming you?”

I sobbed—happy, overwhelmed, whole—clenching weakly around his knot as another small aftershock rolled through me. His come was still pulsing in slow, lazy spurts, filling me impossibly fuller. “Yes—alpha—yours—always yours,” I whispered, voice wrecked and raw. “I can feel you everywhere. Your knot… your come… your bite… I’m so full. So claimed. So bred.”

He kissed the bite mark softly, then nuzzled into my neck, arms tightening around me. “Good girl. My perfect girl. Rest now. I’ve got you. Knot’s gonna keep you full for a long time yet. Gonna make sure every drop takes. Gonna keep you right here on my cock until you’re swollen and marked and carrying my pups.”

I let my eyes drift shut, safe and owned and complete in his arms, the fire crackling softly beside us like applause for our new beginning. My wolf curled contentedly inside me, purring with satisfaction.

I was reshaped.

I was knotted.

I was claimed.

And I had never felt more whole, more owned, more perfectly, filthily *his*.