Page 100 of The Rejected Omega

It’s like being struck by lightning. My body bucks, and Connor’s emotions slam into me—desire, guilt, devotion, fear. Has he been feeling me this intensely since I bit him, or did the bond have to be complete first? The pain is wiped away, and slick floods me as he sinks even deeper into my cunt.

He holds me through it, licking the wound tenderly, his tongue soothing the torn flesh. His teeth are red with my blood. The bond stretches between us, golden and molten and indestructible.

We haven't been fucking long, but his knot is already swelling. It feels impossibly large and deep. Bigger than during my heat, if that’s even possible.

He shudders above me, cock jerking deep inside me as he starts to come.

Connor slides his hand down to my clit and strokes it as he rocks his knot inside me.

"Come on my knot, baby." He bites my mating gland again as he spills inside me, making me his. Then my orgasm hits hard and fast.

I cry out as my pussy clenches around him.

He groans against my throat. "Fuck. That's it. Take my cum. It's all yours."

I stroke my hands down his back, his face, his arms. I can’t help it. I need to touch him, feel as much of his skin as possible to reassure myself this is real.

Connor collapses on top of me and rolls us so we’re lying on our sides facing one another.

I nuzzle against his neck, licking the sweat there. He starts to purr for me, and everything in me relaxes, all my muscles loosening at once.

“Mine,” he says roughly. “Finally.”

"Yours."

He growls with satisfaction and claims my lips, kissing me hard and deep.

The forest is silent save for the sound of our heavy breathing and the rustle of leaves in the wind. His knot is still engorged, pulsing gently inside me as he fills my womb. I can feel every twitch of him—every slow, satisfied throb.

Connor strokes his fingers down my spine reverently.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs.

I nod against his chest, too blissed out to speak.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Perfect.”

He lets out a long and shaky breath. His hands stroke my body, moving up to my shoulder to manipulate my bite mark, then back down to cup my ass.

“I thought I lost you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re still inside me.”

His laugh is hoarse. “Yeah. That’s not going away for a bit.”

The knot is firm and snug, anchoring us together. Every little motion has me tightening around the bulb as it stretches my sensitive walls.

We lie like that for a long time, bathed in moonlight beneath the pines. The bond hums softly in my chest.

Connor wraps both arms around me, pulling me close and hugging me until my ribs ache. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, Birdy, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. If you’ll let me.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” I murmur, tucking my face into his neck. “Just stay.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

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