so fucking full of me.

Rose's POV

When I finally sagged, limp and panting, he withdrew his fingers slowly, holding them up between us. They glistened, coated to the knuckles in my slick. He locked eyes with me and licked them clean, one by one, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating in his chest. “Fucking delicious,” he growled. “But I need more.”

He unbuckled his belt with one hand, the metallic clink and slow rasp of leather sending fresh slick trickling out of me. The zipper followed—loud, deliberate. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, the shaft flushed dark and veined, the base already swollen with the beginning of his knot. The head was glistening with pre-cum, a fat pearl beading at the slit. My mouth watered; my core clenched so hard it hurt.

I reached for him instinctively, fingers brushing the hot, silky length, but he caught my wrists in one big hand and pinned them gently but firmly above my head against the desk. The position arched my back, thrusting my breasts higher. His free hand fisted his cock, stroking once, twice, smearing pre-cum over the head.

“Not yet,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “Tonight is about you remembering who owns this fear. Who owns *this*—” He notched the broad, leaking head against my dripping entrance, rubbing it up and down through my folds, coating himself in my slick, teasing my clit with every pass. “Tell me again, Rose. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I gasped, hips bucking desperately, trying to impale myself. “Only you, Alpha—*please*, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m—”

He thrust in with one smooth, relentless stroke, burying every thick inch to the hilt in one go. The stretch was exquisite—burning, perfect, *too much and not enough*. My walls fluttered wildly around him, trying to adjust to the impossible girth. I screamed, the sound raw and broken, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, heels digging into the small of his back.

He stilled deep inside me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting. “That’s my good girl,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Taking every inch of your alpha’s cock like you were made for it. Feel that? Feel how deep I am? How perfectly this cunt grips me?” He rolled his hips in a slow circle, grinding against my cervix, and I keened, fresh slick flooding around his shaft. “You were empty all day, little omega. Now you’re full. So fucking full of me.”

Then he moved.

Slow, deep, rolling thrusts that dragged the thick head of his cock against that spot inside me with every stroke. The desk creaked rhythmically beneath us; papers fluttered to the floor in a cascade of white. I met every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt, legs locked around him like I could fuse us together. The bond was a live wire—his pleasure crashing into mine, doubling everything: the wet slap of skin, the obscene squelch of my slick, the way my walls rippled around him. His knot swelled thicker at the base, catching on my entrance with every withdrawal, promising to lock us.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice dark velvet.

I forced my eyes open. His silver gaze burned into mine, glowing with love, possession, and that same unshakeable resolve from the lecture hall.

“We face it together,” he growled, punctuating each word with a harder thrust that punched the air from my lungs. “Hearings. Whispers. Marcus staring at what’s *mine*. The board. Your family. The entire fucking academy if they try to take you from me. All of it. Say it, Rose.”

“Together,” I sobbed, the word fracturing into a moan as his knot finally popped past my entrance with a wet, audible *stretch*, locking us tight. The sudden fullness was overwhelming—exquisite agony, perfect pressure against every sensitive inch inside me. My vision tunneled white. I came instantly, harder than before, walls convulsing around his knot in powerful, milking spasms that dragged a guttural groan from his throat. Slick gushed around the seal of his knot, dripping down his balls and onto the desk in steady rivulets.

Jason followed with a broken roar, hips jerking helplessly as he spilled deep inside me—hot, thick pulses that flooded my womb until I felt swollen, claimed from the inside out, his seed so copious it leaked around the knot in creamy white rivulets. His teeth found the claiming bite again, sinking in just enough to reopen the mark without breaking skin, sending fresh white-hot sparks through the bond that triggered another, smaller orgasm from me. The bond sang—golden, unbreakable, humming with shared ecstasy, shared fear, shared *love*.

We stayed locked like that for long, trembling minutes, his heavy weight a perfect blanket over me, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in hot pants. His cock continued to twitch inside me, each pulse sending aftershocks through my oversensitive walls. The knot kept us sealed, his cum trapped deep, and the sensation of being so utterly *full* of him made my eyes roll back.

My fingers traced the old scar on his collarbone through the open V of his shirt, voice small and hoarse but no longer fractured. “I’m still scared, Jason… gods, I’m terrified. But I’m here. With you. Locked on your knot like I was always meant to be.”

He kissed my temple, then the claiming bite—soft, reverent laps of his tongue that soothed and aroused at once—then my swollen lips. “That’s all I need tonight, little omega. One step. One knot. One truth.” His hand stroked down my side, cupping my breast, thumb circling the nipple lazily while his knot continued to pulse. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly we fit? How my knot stretches you so full you can’t even think about running anymore?” He rolled his hips in a tiny, grinding circle, pressing the swollen knot harder against my g-spot, and I moaned, clenching around him again. “That’s us, Rose. Irrevocable. The board can try. Marcus can sniff and sneer. But nothing—not one damn thing—can break what the bond forged when I bit you and you came screaming my name around my knot.”

I shivered, another small ripple of pleasure rolling through me at his words. “Tell me again,” I whispered, nuzzling into his throat, licking the salt from his skin. “Tell me we’re stronger together. Tell me you don’t regret choosing a student who could ruin you.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his cock and straight into my core. “Regret? Little one, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” He shifted his weight carefully, keeping the knot locked, and reached down to gather some of the mess we’d made—his cum and my slick coating his fingers. He brought them to my lips. “Taste us. Taste what we are.”

I opened obediently, sucking his fingers clean, the salty-sweet tang of us exploding on my tongue. My eyes fluttered shut on a moan.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice thick. “Now listen. While my knot keeps you right where you belong, we’re going to talk. The documents—” he nodded to the scattered parchments on the floor “—are ready. Elara’s statement is ironclad. Hargrove’s favor covers any scent complaints. Thorne will back the academic legitimacy of these ‘tutoring’ sessions. If whispers reach the board before we’re ready, we walk in together, hand in hand, and present a sovereign bond older than their rules. Mutual. Consensual. Adult. And if they still try to separate us…” His hips gave another tiny thrust, grinding the knot, making me gasp. “Then we leave. Together. I have land in the border packs. A cabin. Pups with your eyes and my stubborn streak. Whatever comes, Rose—we face it *together*.”

The word sank into me deeper than his knot. I clenched around him again, another small orgasm rippling through me just from the promise in his voice. “Together,” I echoed, voice breaking on a sob of pure relief. “I believe you. I’m still terrified… but I believe you.”

He kissed me slow and deep, tongue stroking mine in the same rhythm his knot pulsed inside me. When he pulled back, his smile was devastating—soft, fierce, *mine*. “That’s my mate. Now… let me steady you some more.” His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit again, circling lazily while the knot kept me stretched and full. “I want to feel you come around my knot three more times before it goes down. Want to hear you scream my name until the wards shake. Can you do that for your alpha?”

“Yes,” I moaned, already rolling my hips in tiny circles, chasing the pressure. “Yes, Alpha—*please*—”