Taste like mine.

Rose's POV

“Come then,” he growled, nipping sharply at my earlobe as his fingers found my swollen clit again, rubbing in slow, firm circles that matched the tiny rocks of his hips. “Come on your alpha’s knot while I tell you the rest. Gonna mark you every single day—fresh bites on your throat, your tits, your inner thighs. Handprints on this perfect ass that’ll stay bruised for days.

My scent rubbed into every inch of your skin until no other alpha dares even look at you twice. Gonna fuck you through every heat from now on, keep you barefoot and pregnant and dripping with me twenty-four seven. You’re mine, Rose. My perfect, filthy, bred little omega. Say it. Scream it while you come.”

“Yours!” I cried out as the orgasm crashed over me—slower, deeper, rolling through my entire body like liquid fire that started in my womb and spread outward until even my fingertips tingled. My walls spasmed hard around the knot, milking him for more even though he was already locked and pulsing endlessly. “Yours—your omega—your bred whore—your good girl—always yours—please don’t stop—keep talking—keep filling me—give me more—make me rounder—”

He groaned, long and low and wrecked, hips grinding harder as the bond fed him every pulse of my pleasure and sent it ricocheting back into me tenfold. “That’s it, baby. Feel me giving you more? Gonna keep coming in you until your womb is overflowing and your belly looks nine months pregnant already, even though it’s only been one night. When the knot finally goes down I’m carrying you to the bed, spreading these pretty thighs wide and eating my own come out of this sloppy, well-bred cunt before I fuck you full all over again. You’re never going to be empty again, Rose. Never. This womb belongs to me now. These heavy tits. This tight ass. Every whimper, every squirt, every broken ‘please alpha breed me’ that leaves your pretty mouth—they’re all mine. Say thank you, omega. Thank your alpha for breeding you so good.”

“Thank you—thank you, alpha,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as another smaller orgasm followed right on the heels of the first, my body so sensitive I could barely tell where one ended and the next began. “Thank you for knotting me… for filling me… for claiming me forever… I love feeling owned by you… love being your breeding bitch…”

Time lost all meaning while we were locked together on the desk. The fire crackled softly beside us, casting warm golden light over our joined bodies, and Jason kept talking the entire time—voice a constant low, filthy rumble against my ear, filthy promises mixed with the sweetest praise that made me melt into a puddle of slick and come and pure devotion.

“Look at you, taking my knot so beautifully. Such a good little breeder. Gonna get you a thick leather collar with my name engraved in silver—something pretty and permanent you can wear to every class so everyone knows exactly whose pups you’re carrying, whose come is still leaking out of you. Gonna fuck you in the shower tomorrow morning, watch my seed run down your thighs in thick white rivers while you beg for round two right there against the tiles. And when you start showing… fuck, Rose, I’m going to worship this belly every single day. Kiss it, rub it, talk to our pups while I’m buried balls-deep inside their mama, fucking you slow and deep while they kick against my cock like they already know who their daddy is.”

I whimpered and nodded frantically, too wrecked to form full sentences anymore, but the bond let him feel my agreement, my desperate, aching need for every single thing he described. “Yes… collar… worship… shower… everything… alpha, I love you—I love being yours—I love feeling you breed me—I want to carry your litter—want to give you as many pups as you want—”

He stilled for a moment, then pressed a kiss to my claiming bite that felt like a sacred vow. “I love you too, my perfect omega. Felt it the second the bond snapped—your complete surrender, your absolute trust, your filthy little heart opening wide and welcoming me home forever. You’re everything I never knew I needed, Rose. My mate. My wife. My bred little whore. And I’m never—ever—letting you go.”

Eventually the knot started to soften—just a little, the pressure easing from brutal to delicious—but he still didn’t pull out. Instead he carefully lifted me, still fully impaled on his thick cock, and carried me over to the big leather armchair by the fire like I weighed nothing. He sat down with me straddling his lap, my legs draped wide over the arms of the chair, the new angle driving the knot even deeper into that perfect spot. I gasped sharply, forehead dropping to his broad shoulder as fresh aftershocks rolled through me in dizzying waves.

“Ride it slow, baby,” he murmured, big hands gripping my hips to guide me in gentle, rolling rocks. “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.”