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“Louder.”

I move my hands to grip her hips like handles, fingers biting into soft flesh, anchoring her in place as I ruin her with my cock.

“Yours!I’m yours!”

Gasps. Moans. Wordless little sobs.

That’s all she has left.

Her cunt milks me like it’s desperate to keep me - fluttering, clenching, slickgushingwith every punishing thrust.

I lean over her, hips pistoning as one of my hands snakes around her front and pinches at her swollen clit. She cries out as I do it again and again and again; switching between drawing tight circles over the sensitive flesh and squeezing at it with two fingers until she’s sobbing with the pleasure.

“You like that?” I murmur. “You like being used like this?”

“I like your hands,” she pants. “I like your cock. I like this - all of it.”

I grab her by the waist, yank her back hard against me, and pound into her like there’s no tomorrow - because for this moment, for her, for us, there isn’t.

“FuckingperfectOmega.”

Nothing else exists.

Just my cock. Her cunt. The bond like fire in my blood.

And her voice, thick with heat and defiance, still pushing, still claiming.

“Harder, Lucian,” she gasps. “Come on. Don’t hold back. Not with me.”

I lose it.

“That’s right,” I growl. “You’lltakeit.”

Her thighs tremble. Her cunt tightens.

She’s close, and so am I.

“Ruin me,” she gasps. “Fuckingdo it.Give me everything, Alpha.”

I fuck up into her with every ounce of strength I have.

“You’remine,” I growl, voice rough, breaking, cracking like the instinct has finally split me in two. “You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be leaking my come when you sleep, when you walk, when you try topretendyou’re still your own.”

I slam forward. Again. Again. Until the bond inside me burns bright and unbearable.

“I don’t want to pretend.”

I fuck her faster. Harder.Deeper.

No space between us now. No air.

Just slick skin and punishing rhythm and the heat of her body wringing my cock like it was made for me.

“Please, Lucian,” she sobs. “Please, I want it - give it -ah. Give me your knot.”

My hips slap against her ass, rhythm unrelenting, driving her into the wall over and over as her cries rise into something near feral.

“Beg for it.”

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