One more, baby

Rose’s POV

“Ride it slow, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated straight through the bond and into my core. His big, calloused hands gripped my hips with that perfect blend of possession and care, guiding me into gentle, rolling rocks that made the massive knot shift inside me like a living pulse. “Milk the rest of my come out while I hold you. Let me feel you come apart on my knot again and again. Show me how much you love being stuck on your alpha’s cock like the perfect little breeding toy you are.”

I obeyed without a single thought—my body knew what it needed before my mind could catch up. I rolled my hips in lazy, sensual circles, slow and deliberate, letting the swollen knot drag across every oversensitive inch of my walls. The wet, filthy sounds of his come sloshing warmly inside me with every movement filled the room—obscene, slick, and so perfectly ours. Every tiny grind sent sparks shooting up my spine; the knot pressed ruthlessly against that deep spot that made my vision blur, while the thick base stretched my entrance wide and tight around him. I could feel every vein, every throb, every fresh spurt of come he fed me as my walls fluttered and squeezed greedily.

His hands roamed my body like he was memorizing every curve he now owned. One cupped my heavy, aching tits, thumb brushing over my dark, puffy nipples before pinching and rolling them between rough fingers. Tiny beads of clear fluid leaked out—too early for real milk, but the promise of it made my wolf whine with need inside me. “Look at these pretty nipples already trying to feed our pups,” Jason growled, voice thick with lust and awe. “Gonna suck them raw every morning while you’re pregnant, baby. Gonna drink from you while my knot’s locked deep, keeping you full and leaking for me.”

The other hand slid down to rub my swollen clit in tight, perfect circles that matched my rhythm exactly, while his free palm pressed flat over my slightly rounded belly like he was already shielding the life he’d planted there. The pressure made me moan louder, the bond flooding me with his primal satisfaction—how proud he was of the visible swell, how his wolf was practically preening at the proof of his claim.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, voice thick with emotion and raw hunger.

I lifted my head on a trembling neck, eyes glassy and adoring, meeting his molten silver gaze. Through the bond I saw myself exactly as he did: flushed crimson from my chest to my cheeks, covered in his bite marks and darkening handprints, hair a wild, sweat-damp mess from where he’d fisted it earlier. My belly was softly rounded with his seed, lips swollen and bitten raw, tears of overwhelming pleasure still drying on my lashes. I looked ruined. I looked worshipped. I looked irrevocably *his*.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered, thumb brushing my lower lip before sliding deep into my mouth. I sucked greedily, moaning around the thick digit like it was his cock, tongue swirling and hollowing my cheeks just the way he liked. “My bred little omega. My wife. My mate. Say it back while you ride me, Rose. Let me hear how much you love being full of me—how much you need this every single day for the rest of your life.”

I mumbled around his thumb, hips still rolling slow and deep, the knot dragging deliciously with every circle. “Your bred little omega… Your wife… Your mate… Forever and always, alpha. I love you, Jason. I love being so full of your come I can feel it sloshing inside me. I love knowing you own every inch of me—my cunt, my womb, my tits, my soul. I love being your good girl, your filthy breeding whore who only comes when you say. Please… tell me more. Tell me what tomorrow looks like. Tell me how you’re going to wake me up every morning from now on.”

He groaned, deep and wrecked, hips giving a tiny upward thrust that made the knot grind harder and sent another hot pulse of come flooding my womb. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Tomorrow morning I’m sliding my cock down your throat before you even open your eyes—waking you up choking on your alpha while my fingers curl inside this greedy cunt. Then I’m flipping you onto your back, spreading these pretty thighs wide and knotting you slow and deep while I suck on these leaking tits. Gonna make you come three times before breakfast, baby. Gonna fill you so full you’ll waddle to your first class still leaking me down your thighs, belly already looking a little rounder, scent screaming that you’re Voss’s bred mate.”

The filthy promises, combined with the relentless pressure of the knot and his thumb on my clit, dragged me over the edge again. I came with a broken, endless moan that vibrated around his thumb, walls spasming rhythmically around him in rolling waves that milked another thick spurt of seed from his cock. The orgasm felt endless—gentle yet devastating, my whole body melting against his chest as the fire crackled warmly beside us and the bond hummed with incandescent contentment.

We stayed locked like that for what felt like hours, though the bond told me it was closer to forty minutes. Jason kept talking the entire time—his voice a constant low, filthy lullaby against my ear, filthy promises woven with the sweetest praise that made me shiver and clench harder around him.

“Gonna get you that collar I promised,” he murmured, lips brushing the claiming bite. “Thick black leather with a silver plate that says ‘Property of Professor Jason Voss—Bred Omega.’ You’ll wear it to every class, every meal. When alphas stare, you’ll just smile and spread your legs under the table so I can finger you while they watch and know they’ll never have you. Gonna fuck you in the locker rooms after tactical shifting—bend you over the benches and knot you while the whole team smells how thoroughly I’ve ruined you. And when your heat hits again next month… fuck, Rose, I’m locking us in this room for a week. Gonna breed you through every wave until you can’t remember your own name, only ‘alpha’ and ‘more’ and ‘please knot me again.’”

I whimpered and nodded frantically, too wrecked for full sentences but pouring everything through the bond—my desperate agreement, my aching need, my wolf rolling over and presenting for his in total submission. “Yes… collar… locker room… week-long heat… everything, alpha. I want to be so pregnant I can’t even fit behind a desk. Want you to carry me to class when my belly’s too big, then fuck me on your desk during office hours while students wait outside and hear me begging for your pups.”

His laugh was dark and delighted, hands tightening on my hips as he rocked up to meet my lazy circles. “Greedy little thing. That’s exactly what you’re getting. Gonna knock you up so full the healers will think it’s twins—or triplets. Gonna rub oil into this belly every night, kiss it, talk to our pups while I’m buried balls-deep inside you. ‘Daddy’s gonna keep Mommy so happy and full,’ I’ll say. And you’ll come just from my voice, won’t you, baby? Clench around my knot and squirt all over my lap while our babies kick against my cock.”

Another smaller orgasm rolled through me at his words—my body so sensitive now that every breath, every shift, every filthy syllable sent me spiraling. I sobbed his name, tears of pure bliss sliding down my cheeks as I kept riding him through it, milking him for every last drop.

When the knot finally began to soften—just enough that the brutal stretch eased into something deliciously aching—he still didn’t pull out. Instead he wrapped his arms around me, stood with me still impaled on his cock like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the massive bed in the corner of the study. The movement made his come shift inside me, a fresh gush trying to escape only to be trapped again. I moaned helplessly, arms looped around his neck, kissing every inch of skin I could reach—his jaw, his throat, the claiming bite I’d left on him earlier in the frenzy.

He laid me down gently on my back in the center of the soft, dark sheets, then spread my legs wide, pushing my knees up toward my chest so I was completely open and exposed. His silver eyes darkened to molten steel as he stared hungrily at the obscene mess between my thighs—my puffy, well-fucked cunt still gaping slightly from the knot, thick white ropes of his come slowly leaking out in lazy pulses, my clit still swollen and throbbing, inner thighs shiny with our combined fluids.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice reverent and rough. “So fucking beautiful, Rose. Look at what your alpha did to you. This cunt is mine now—stretched, bred, claimed. Look how pretty it gapes for me, still trying to keep every drop inside.” He lowered his head and licked me clean with long, thorough, worshipful strokes of his tongue, starting from my ass and dragging up through my folds to swirl around my clit. I whimpered and threaded my fingers through his thick dark hair, tugging him closer even though I was so oversensitive my thighs shook violently around his head.