Wear it proudly

Rose’s POV

We lay there in the afterglow for a long while after that, firelight dancing across our sweat-glistened skin like golden fingers tracing every single mark of ownership he had branded into me. The massive four-poster bed felt like our private kingdom now, the heavy oak frame creaking softly beneath us as we sank deeper into the rumpled, soaked sheets that smelled overwhelmingly of us—pine smoke and dark alpha musk tangled with my sweet, fertile omega slick and the thick, creamy evidence of his multiple loads.

His spent cock nestled warm and heavy against my inner thigh, still half-hard and twitching occasionally as if it refused to fully leave my body, the sensitive knot at its base brushing my slick folds every time one of us shifted. I could feel the slow, lazy trickle of his come leaking from my puffy, well-fucked cunt in thick, obscene rivulets, soaking into the sheets beneath my ass and coating my inner thighs in a glossy sheen that made my wolf whine with possessive delight. My lower belly remained deliciously distended, rounded and heavy with the sheer impossible volume he had pumped deep into my womb—the warmth radiating outward in gentle, pulsing waves that made every breath feel like another claiming.

The bond thrummed between us like a living, golden river of pure sensation and emotion, carrying every flicker of his feelings straight into the core of my soul. I felt his deep, bone-deep satisfaction as an alpha who had finally, irrevocably claimed his true mate; the fierce, primal pride that swelled in his chest every time his gaze dropped to the slight swell of my belly; and beneath all of it, a dark, endless, all-consuming love that wrapped around my heart like velvet-wrapped steel chains, warm and unbreakable.

His wolf lounged inside the bond as a massive silver shadow, curled protectively around my smaller, softer one, grooming her fur with long, slow, possessive licks that made her melt completely. Mine responded by rolling onto her back in total submission, tail wagging lazily, belly exposed in blissful surrender while she purred so loudly I could almost hear it in my own chest.

I nuzzled deeper into his broad, muscled chest, pressing soft, worshipful kisses over his heart, then trailing my lips up to the fresh claiming bite I had left on him during the height of our frenzy—my teeth marks still red and raw and perfect against his tanned skin. I licked it gently, tasting the faint copper of blood mixed with salt and pure him, and felt an answering pulse of pleasure shoot through the bond from his side, his cock twitching harder against my thigh.

His big, calloused hand never stopped its lazy, possessive journey: tracing the knobs of my spine, dipping into the dimples above my ass, squeezing one full cheek firmly enough to leave faint fingerprints, then sliding around to cup my rounded lower belly, pressing gently but insistently as if he were physically checking that every single drop of his seed remained safely locked inside my womb, ready to take root and grow our future.

“Feel that, my perfect little omega?” he murmured, voice low and gravel-rough, still husky from all the growling and roaring he had done while knotting me. His breath stirred the damp strands of hair at my temple as he spoke right against my skin. “Your greedy womb is still holding me so well. Not a single drop wasted. Gods, I can feel how full you are through the bond—warm, heavy, already starting to swell for me. This is just the beginning, Rose. Tell your alpha how much you love it. Tell me every filthy, desperate thought running through that pretty head while I hold you like this.”

I shivered violently at his words, a fresh gush of our mixed fluids leaking out despite how tightly I tried to clench around nothing. My voice came out hoarse and wrecked, barely more than a whisper. “Yes, alpha… I love it so much it hurts in the best way. I can feel you everywhere—inside my cunt, my womb, my soul. Every time I breathe I feel your come sloshing deep, marking me, breeding me. I keep imagining tomorrow… walking into your lecture with my thighs sticky under my skirt, your scent pouring off me so strong that every alpha in the room knows I’ve been knotted and filled until I couldn’t take any more. I want them to stare. I want Kane and Marcus to smell exactly whose breeding whore I am now.”

Jason’s chest rumbled with a dark, delighted chuckle that vibrated straight through me. His hand on my belly pressed firmer, thumb stroking slow circles right over my womb as if he could already feel the life sparking there. “That’s my good girl. They’ll know. Every single one of them. I’m going to make sure of it. Tomorrow morning I’m waking you with my cock already buried down your throat, then flipping you onto your hands and knees and knotting you again before the sun is even fully up. You’ll go to your first class still leaking me down your legs, belly a little rounder, tits already tender and starting to ache. And between classes? I’m dragging you into my office, bending you over the desk again and breeding you quick and hard while students wait outside the door listening to you beg for my pups. By lunch you’ll be wearing my collar—the thick black leather one with the silver plate that says ‘Property of Professor Jason Voss—Permanently Bred Omega.’ You’ll wear it proudly, head high, while I finger you under the table in the dining hall and make you come quietly so everyone smells it.”

I moaned softly at the vivid picture, my hips rocking instinctively against his thigh, seeking friction. The bond flooded me with his arousal spiking again, his cock hardening fully against me now. “Yes… please, alpha. I want the collar. I want everyone to see it and know I belong to you completely. I want to sit in your class tomorrow with your come still dripping out of me, soaking my panties, while you lecture about claiming rites and I have to bite my lip to keep from coming just from your voice. Tell me more… tell me about when I start showing. Tell me how you’ll take care of me when I’m big and round and needy all the time.”

He rolled us slightly so I was half-draped over him, one thick thigh sliding between mine so I could grind slowly on the hard muscle there. His fingers never left my belly, stroking, pressing, claiming. “When you start showing, baby, I’m going to worship this belly every single day. I’ll rub oil into it every night while you’re riding my knot, kissing every inch, talking to our pups while I’m buried so deep inside you they’ll feel me too. ‘Daddy’s going to keep Mommy so full and happy,’ I’ll tell them. You’ll be waddling around the academy with my hand on your bump constantly, tits so heavy and full of milk they’ll strain every uniform shirt you own, dark wet spots forming because you leak every time I look at you. I’ll pull you into empty classrooms and suck those leaking tits dry while I finger your swollen cunt, drinking your milk while you beg me to breed you even bigger. The healers will confirm twins—or maybe triplets—because your body was made to take everything I give it. And when you get too big to walk comfortably? I’ll carry you everywhere, then lay you down and fuck you slow and deep so our pups can feel how much Daddy loves their Mommy.”