Let me taste you again.

Rose's POV

Tears of overwhelming joy and need slipped down my cheeks as the bond poured his vision into me so clearly I could almost see it—my body transformed, heavy with his children, glowing under his constant touch. I slid lower without thinking, nuzzling down his chest and abs until my face hovered over his now fully hard cock. “Alpha… let me taste you again while you tell me. Let me please you while you paint our future for me.” I didn’t wait for permission this time; I licked a long, slow stripe from his heavy balls up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, moaning at the salty-sweet taste of us together. Then I took the head into my mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling as I looked up at him through my lashes.

Jason groaned long and low, one hand tangling gently in my messy braid while the other stayed on my belly. “Fuck, Rose… that’s it, baby. Suck your alpha’s cock nice and slow while I tell you the rest. When you’re nine months huge, I’m still going to knot you every night—gentle at first, then harder when you beg for it. You’ll come with my mouth on your clit and my knot locking us together, milk spraying from your tits into my mouth while our pups kick against my cock. After they’re born? I’m breeding you again within weeks. I want a whole pack—four to start, maybe five or six if your fertile little body keeps taking to me like this. Strong alphas with my eyes and your fire, fierce little omegas who’ll grow up knowing exactly how a real alpha claims and cherishes his mate because they’ll see it every single day.”

I hummed around his length, taking him deeper until he bumped the back of my throat, swallowing around him as spit and come dripped down my chin. My free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while I bobbed slowly, listening to every filthy, beautiful word. The bond let me feel how much my worship turned him on—waves of pleasure crashing back into me, making my own cunt clench and leak more of him onto his thigh. I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock, and gasped, “I want that, alpha. All of it. I want to nurse our pups with one tit while you suck the other and fuck me slow. I want to be your pregnant wife forever—barefoot in our quarters, belly always round, cunt always full. Promise me you’ll never stop claiming me, even when I’m carrying. Promise you’ll still bend me over in public places and make me scream so the whole academy hears.”

“Promise, my love,” he growled, voice wrecked as he guided my mouth back down. I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks, moaning obscenely while he kept talking through gritted teeth. “I’ll claim you anywhere, anytime. In the library stacks while you’re trying to study—knot locked deep while you bite your arm to stay quiet. After tactical shifting class when you’re all sweaty and feral—I’ll drag you into the locker room and breed you against the tiles while the rest of the team smells exactly what I’m doing to their professor’s omega. And when your next heat hits? We’re locking ourselves in here for ten days straight. I’ll keep you on my knot the entire time, pumping load after load until you can’t remember anything but my name and ‘breed me, alpha.’”

I came just from his words and the taste of him— a small, rolling orgasm that made me whimper around his cock and squirt weakly against his thigh. He groaned, hips bucking gently as he fed me another thick spurt down my throat. I swallowed every drop greedily, licking him clean from root to tip, even pressing reverent kisses to the still-sensitive knot before crawling back up his body and straddling his hips. His cock slid easily back inside me—slow, deep, perfect—no knot this time, just the thick length claiming home again as I sank down with a broken moan.

We moved together lazily, my hips rolling in gentle circles while his hands guided me, one on my hip and the other pressed protectively over my belly. The bond hummed louder now, our heartbeats perfectly synced, our wolves tangled so tightly I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “I love you,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him deep and slow, tasting us on both our tongues. “I was so lost before you—fighting the pull, denying what I needed. You woke me up. Reshaped me into exactly who I was always meant to be—your bred, claimed, owned omega. I can’t wait to give you everything. Pups, milk, my body every single day. I’m yours forever.”

Jason’s silver eyes glowed with emotion as he kissed me back, thrusting up gently to meet every roll of my hips. “I love you more than I ever thought possible, Rose. You didn’t just submit—you opened your soul and let me in completely. I felt it the second the bond snapped: your trust, your hunger, your filthy beautiful heart. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving I’m worthy of it. Every morning, every night, every heat, every pregnancy—you’ll be full of me, marked by me, loved by me in every way. We’ll build our pack here at the academy first, then a bigger home when they start running around. But no matter where we are, you’ll always wake up exactly like this—safe in my arms, full of my come, wearing my bite and my ring and my collar. My wife. My mate. My everything.”

We stayed like that for what felt like hours more—talking, touching, fucking slowly through two more gentle orgasms that left me trembling and sobbing his name. He described naming our first son after his father but with my middle name, our daughter with my eyes and his protective streak. He promised collaring ceremonies in front of the entire academy, public claiming renewals every anniversary, and how he would never let another alpha even look at me too long without reminding them exactly who I belonged to. I told him my own fantasies—riding him in his office chair during office hours with the door unlocked, letting students hear my moans; letting him drink from my breasts while our pups nursed on the other; growing old with him still knotting me every night like we were newly mated.

Eventually the fire burned lower, the room growing cozy and dim. My eyelids grew heavy, body utterly sated and heavy with exhaustion and his seed. Jason rolled us so I was draped over his chest again, his strong arms locking around me like steel bands that would never, ever let go. His cock stayed nestled deep inside me, softening but still filling me perfectly.

“Sleep now, my perfect omega,” he whispered, pressing tender kisses to my forehead, then my claiming bite, then my swollen lips. “Rest that beautiful body so I can ruin it all over again at dawn. I’ll wake you with my cock down your throat, then breed you slow and deep before breakfast. Every day from now on starts and ends exactly like this—full, claimed, owned, and so fucking loved.”

My eyes drifted shut, body heavy and sated and utterly satisfied, the bond wrapping around us both like the warmest, safest blanket in existence. My wolf curled contentedly against his, purring with absolute peace. My last conscious thought before sleep claimed me was simple, perfect, and completely true:

I was reshaped.

I was knotted.

I was claimed.

And tomorrow—every tomorrow after—I would wake up exactly where I belonged: full of him, marked by him, loved by him in the filthiest, most beautiful, most eternal way possible. My alpha. My mate. My everything.