Page 79 of The Rejected Omega

He starts to move slowly. His thrusts speed up.

"Breathe, baby. We're almost there."

The drag of his cock as he thrust elicits a delicious ache.

I'm completely blissed out. That gnawing emptiness inside me for the past three years is finally being filled, and I’m greedy for it. I want everything he's willing to give me.

I start to tighten around him again as he thrusts home. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix with each thrust, but I know he’s still holding himself back.

"Fuck, that's good. Hot little clutch sucking me in. Gonna milk me dry."

“Connor,” I pant.

My clit is begging for attention, and my hand goes to it. He growls and swipes me aside, replacing it with his own. The glide of his slick-soaked thumb around my clit, combined with his steady thrusts, sets me off.

I clench around him, hips arching off the bed.

“That’s it. That’s it, omega.”

His face is tense, expression pained. “Need to knot you.”

I can’t fit anything else in my pussy. I’m already stretched to my limits. The idea of him knotting me is simultaneously terrifying and incredible.

“Do it.”

His thrusts speed up, hitting deeper than I thought possible. When his knot starts to swell, I scream at the intense pressure.

He circles my throat with his hand and massages gently. "Shh. Be still. Take it."

I squirm beneath him. The domineering behavior makes my pussy flutter around him again, and he curses. He inflates even further inside me.

My pussy spasms around his knot in another orgasm, gripping it tight. Connor's face twists in pleasure, and I feel the first hot gush of cum splashing my insides.

"Fuck yes. Take it all. Take my cum."

We’re locked together tight, the thin walls of my labia stretched to their limits. His cock pulses and jerks inside me, painting my insides with cum.

It keeps coming, until I begin to bloat from the sheer volume. He rubs my lower abdomen and circles his hips, stroking my inner walls with his knot.

He slides an arm beneath my back, gathers me to his chest, and starts to purr, and suddenly everything is right in the world.I can feel the ragged wound in my chest—the severed mating bond—healing over. Scar tissue being unknotted and rewoven.

“That was…” he says.

“Yeah.” There are no words. It was life-changing. Completely overwhelming.

"Alright?" he growls.

I nod weakly. I can’t keep my eyes open. I feel like I just climbed a mountain and base-jumped off the top. I’m completely drained, wrung out of everything. Like a wet rag twisted and twisted until every drop of water’s been wrung out.

How am I supposed to survive a week of this?

CHAPTER TWENTY

I passout still stuck on Connor’s knot. I wake to discover he’s rolled us over, and I’m splayed on top of his chest. His knot has released, and I can feel all the cum and slick that’s leaked out of me onto his abdomen. He’s quiet but for the steady rise and fall of his breaths.

I roll off him, intent on going to shower off some of the bodily fluids. My feet have barely touched the floor before his hands wrap around my waist and pull me back into the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls into my ear.

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