Page 78 of The Rejected Omega

I groan and sink my nails into his skin.

"You'll stretch. You'll stretch, baby. You're an omega. That's what the slick's for. You were made to take me."

He pulls back, sliding out a little, then looks down and stills. His scent shifts.

“Shit. There’s blood.”

“It’s okay. Don’t stop.”

The rumble in his chest fills the room.

He thrusts a little again, as if he can hardly hold back the bucking of his hips.

He strokes his hand down my neck, fingering my mating gland. His eyes burn. “You’re all mine now.”

I roll my hips against his. “Move. Please.”

He gives in, sinking a little deeper.

“Alright?”

The stretch stings, but it’s a sweet kind of pain.

“Big,” I pant.

“I’m barely in, baby.”

I glance down between us, and my eyes widen at the amount of cock still outside me. He has to bottom out in order to knot me.

“Oh my god, Connor. That’s anatomically impossible.”

He chuckles. His arms shake with the effort of holding himself back. “It’ll fit. I’m gonna open you up."

It seems implausible, but I’m more than willing to let him try. I shift beneath him restlessly.

“Ready for more?”

I nod. I want him to use me roughly, like a thing without free will, but we’re a ways off from that.

“Tight. Little. Omega.”

He rocks against me, and another gush of slick eases some of the discomfort.

He bows his head to my neck and lets out harsh little pants. “I’m trying so hard not to come right now. I’m getting my knot in you first.”

He dips down to my neck, abdomen flexing, and drags his fangs against my mating gland.

Oh, shit.

My stomach cramps, and a fresh wave of slick pours forth. Some of the tightness eases.

"There we go. Good girl."

When he bottoms out, he grunts in satisfaction. He glances at the ceiling, his face tense.

"I'm gonna move now."

I nod, biting my lip.

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