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“I want it,” she gasps. “Lucian, I want your knot. Please, Alpha. I want to feel it lock.Please.”

Her body arches, opens, offering -

But it’s not just physical anymore.

Ifeelher. Not just her body, but her soul. Reaching. Calling.Begging.

It’s not a thought, it’s a pull. Old as time. Deep as blood. Instinct crawling to the surface like fire through dry grass.

Her pleasureburnsthrough me - I feel it like a brand against my chest, her cries reverberating in my ribcage, in mybones.She’s reaching for me - not with her hands, but with everything else.

And I reach back, right as my last thread of resistance snaps.

My knot slams forward, thick and swollen, catching at her entrance with a force that makes her whole body shake.

She wails; high, broken andperfect.

Her cunt spasms around me - hard,violent, like it’s trying to lock me inside her forever. Slick pours down my cock, splattering our thighs, the sheets,everywhere;marking the room with proof that her body knew who she belonged to all along.

“Fuck - Omega -Rhea-”

The bond slams into place like it’s been waiting all along.

Not a soft click, not a whisper; but a rupture. A seismic crack in my chest, splitting me down the center, opening me up to something ancient, brutal, and undeniable.

It doesn’t creep in slowly - it consumes. It explodes. It devours.

And my release hits with it.

A roar tears from my throat, and I call out her name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known - like it’s the only sound that’s ever mattered.

“Rhea - fuck -Rhea.”

My cock jerks in deep, devastating pulses as I come inside her, flooding her full, knot locking in a brutal swell that seals us, fuses us, leaves no space between what we are and what we’ve just become.

She moans - head back, body shaking - and through the flood of instinct, of slick, of white-hot Alpha ecstasy, I feel her.

All of her.

Not just her cunt fluttering around my cock, not just the slick soaking down my thighs. Not just the twitching, writhing need that rolls through her every time my knot throbs inside her.

But the bond.

Her.

Blazing bright and open.

The need to finish it rises so hard and sharp and sudden in my throat that it almost breaks me.

I want to bite her.

I want to sink my teeth into the space between her neck and shoulder, deep and final. I want to mark her so that no one - not Ash, not Theo, not Kai - can ever pretend this isn’t what it is.

And the message is clear. Through the bond, it rings out loud as thunder.

Yesyesyesyesyes.

I could do it. Right now.

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