Need you to fuck me again.

Rose’s POV

“Yes,” I moaned, the word fracturing into a needy whine as my hips rolled in tiny, greedy circles around the thick, unyielding stretch of his knot. Every tiny shift dragged the swollen bulge against that devastating spot inside me, sending fresh sparks racing up my spine. “Yes, Alpha—*please*. Make me come again. Make me forget everything but you. Knot me. Fill me. *Own* me until there’s nothing left but us.”

Jason’s low, approving growl vibrated straight through his locked cock and into my core, making my walls flutter helplessly around the impossible fullness. “That’s my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice dark velvet threaded with raw possession. His thumb never stopped its lazy, torturous circles on my oversensitive clit—slow enough to tease, firm enough to make my thighs tremble. “Look at you, little omega. Spread open on my desk, skirt rucked up around your waist, blouse hanging off your shoulders, claiming bite glistening from my tongue. Dripping my cum and your slick all over my papers like the greedy, claimed little thing you are. And still you’re clenching around my knot like you never want to let go.”

I whimpered, the filthy praise sinking into me as deep as his knot. My breasts heaved with every shallow breath, nipples tight and aching from his earlier attention. The claiming bite throbbed in time with my pulse, hot and alive, sending little echoes of pleasure straight to where we were joined. Slick and cum leaked steadily around the tight seal of his knot, warm rivulets sliding down my ass and pooling on the desk beneath me. The wet, obscene sounds of it—soft *drip-drip-drip* mixed with the faint creak of the wood—filled the warded room, making my cheeks burn even as fresh heat coiled low in my belly.

“Feel that?” he whispered, rolling his hips in a tiny, deliberate grind that pressed the knot harder against my g-spot. “Feel how perfectly I’m locked inside you? How my cum is trapped deep, right where it belongs? This is what the bond wants, Rose. This is what *we* are. Not scandal. Not ruin. Just mates who fit like the stars wrote us into existence.”

Another small orgasm rippled through me—soft and rolling, not the shattering kind, but endless, drawn out by the constant pressure of his knot and the slow circles of his thumb. I cried out softly, walls fluttering and milking him in rhythmic pulses, more slick gushing around the seal to soak us both. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but these weren’t from fear. They were from the sheer, overwhelming rightness of it all.

“Again,” he commanded gently, voice wrecked with love and lust. “Come for me again while I tell you how we’re going to win this. Elara’s statement is sealed with her blood—dated to the exact second the bond snapped into place. She remembers the winter I pulled her unit out of that northern pass. Hargrove owes me for keeping his son’s indiscretion quiet last term; one quiet word from him and any scent complaint vanishes. Thorne will swear these sessions are legitimate academic support for your Lore papers. If whispers reach the board before we’re ready…”

He ground the knot again—slow, filthy circles that made my toes curl and my back arch off the desk. I sobbed his name, another orgasm crashing over me in waves, my walls convulsing hard around the thick bulge locking us together.

“…we walk in together,” he continued, voice steady even as his cock twitched inside me with every flutter of my cunt. “Hand in hand. Your mark on my throat for the whole assembly to see. Mine on yours like a crown. We present the documents—mutual, informed, adult choice. Sovereign bond older than their charter by centuries. They can’t touch what the old rites already blessed.”

“Together,” I gasped, the word breaking into a moan as his thumb pressed firmer on my clit. The pleasure built again, slow and inexorable, coiling tighter with every word, every grind. “We face it together… oh gods, Jason, I’m—*I’m coming*—”

The orgasm rolled through me like a tide, deep and endless, my body milking his knot in powerful spasms that dragged a low, satisfied groan from his throat. More slick and cum leaked around the seal, dripping messily onto the floor now. I trembled beneath him, tears slipping down my temples, body limp and oversensitive and utterly claimed.

He kissed my forehead, then my claiming bite—soft, reverent laps of his tongue that soothed the sting even as they sent fresh sparks through the bond. “Good girl. That’s three. But I’m not done with you yet, little one.” His hips gave another tiny thrust, grinding the knot in a slow figure-eight that made my eyes roll back. “Feel how full you are? How my cum is still pulsing inside you, keeping you swollen and bred? That’s us, Rose. Irrevocable. Marcus can stare and sneer all he wants—his wolf knows better than to challenge a claimed mate. The board can convene their hearings and wave their statutes. But when the dust settles, we’ll still be here. Knotted. Marked. *Together*.”

I whined, rolling my hips to chase the pressure, the overstimulation turning into fresh, aching need. “More,” I begged, voice hoarse and desperate. “Please, Alpha… I need to feel you move. Need you to fuck me again even while you’re locked. Need—”

He cut me off with a deep, claiming kiss, tongue stroking mine in the same rhythm his knot pulsed inside me. When he pulled back, his silver eyes were glowing with wolf-light and unbreakable love. “Then take it, little omega. Take what your alpha gives you.”

He didn’t pull out—couldn’t, with the knot still swollen and locked—but he rolled his hips in slow, filthy grinds, the thick bulge dragging relentlessly against every sensitive inch inside me. The motion was small but devastating, pressing his knot harder against my g-spot with every circle. His free hand slid between us, thumb returning to my clit in lazy, perfect strokes while his mouth latched onto my claiming bite again—sucking, licking, scraping teeth just enough to make me sob with pleasure.

“Come for me again,” he growled against my skin. “Let me feel this cunt strangle my knot while I fill you even more.”

I shattered on the next grind—another orgasm ripping through me, softer this time but deeper, my walls fluttering weakly around the locked bulge as fresh slick and cum leaked around us. I screamed his name, body convulsing, tears streaming freely now from the sheer intensity of being so completely owned, so perfectly held.

He followed with a low, rumbling groan, his cock twitching inside me as another pulse of cum flooded my already-full womb. The sensation of being pushed even fuller made my eyes flutter shut, a broken, blissful sob escaping me.

For long minutes we stayed like that—locked, panting, foreheads pressed together. His weight was perfect, grounding. The bond hummed steady and golden between us, no more thin edges, no more straining. Just warmth. Safety. *Home*.

My fingers traced idle patterns on his sweat-damp chest, slipping beneath the open shirt to feel the strong beat of his heart. “I still don’t know how we’ll survive the whispers,” I whispered, voice small but no longer broken. “Marcus already mouthed ‘changed scent’ at dinner. If he reports it…”

Jason’s arms tightened around me, one hand stroking slow circles on my back while the other kept gentle pressure on my clit, keeping the pleasure simmering without overwhelming. “Then we handle it. Together. I’ve faced border skirmishes with worse odds than a jealous pup and a stuffy council. You’re not facing any of this alone anymore, Rose. Never again.” He kissed the claiming bite softly, then my lips, slow and deep. “Feel that knot, little one? Feel how it keeps me right here, deep inside you? That’s what the bond is. A promise that nothing can pull us apart. Not rules. Not rumors. Not fear.”

I clenched around him again, another tiny ripple of pleasure rolling through me at his words. “I believe you,” I breathed, nuzzling into his throat and licking the salt from his skin. “I’m still terrified… but I believe you. With every flutter of my cunt around your knot. With every drop of your cum inside me.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating deliciously through us both. “Good girl. Now… one more, my love. Let me feel you come one more time while I hold you like this. Let the bond remind you exactly how strong we are.”

His thumb pressed firmer on my clit, circling with perfect, relentless pressure while his hips gave tiny, grinding rolls that dragged the knot against every oversensitive inch inside me. I sobbed his name, body trembling on the edge, the pleasure building slow and deep and inevitable.

“Come for me, Rose,” he whispered against my claiming bite, teeth grazing the mark. “Come for your alpha while I’m still locked so deep you can feel me in your soul.”

I shattered again—soft, endless waves of pleasure that left me limp and trembling in his arms, walls fluttering weakly around his knot as the last of my resistance melted away. The bond sang brighter than ever, golden and unbreakable, wrapping around every fractured piece of my heart and sealing it whole.

We stayed locked together long after the final aftershocks faded, his weight a perfect blanket, his knot still sealing us as one. The hearth fire crackled lower, moonlight painting our joined bodies in silver and gold. Outside the wards, the academy slept on, unaware.

Inside, there was only us—knot-deep, cum-filled, fear-quieted, and utterly, irrevocably *together*.

My wolf curled contentedly around his massive silver shadow inside the bond, purring so loudly I felt it vibrate through my chest and straight into his heart. *Together. Forever. Home.*

And for the first time since dawn, I let myself believe it with every beat of my heart pressed against his, every flutter of my body around his knot, and every whispered promise that sealed our future in golden light.