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“Oh!” I sink lower, feeling that delicious stretch as the thick crown of his knot begins to press against me. My body resists for half a heartbeat before giving way, accepting him deeper with a slick, molten glide that wrings a ragged moan from my throat.

His knot stretches me perfectly, claiming me in the most primal way an alpha can. My forehead drops to his, our panting breaths mingling. His chest heaves against me, every muscle in his powerful body trembling.

“Feel that?” he rasps, his voice thick with possession and awe. His hands slide down to cup my ass, holding me flush against him as his knot pulses inside me. “That's me. All of me. Yours. Sealed inside you where I belong.”

The fullness is maddening, perfect pressure against every sensitive inch, the slight burn of the stretch sending sparks through my nerve endings. I roll my hips, and his groan vibrates through my chest where we're pressed together. Theknot tugs deliciously with the movement, the sensation pulling another breathy whimper from me.

“Fuck,” Asher chokes out, his fingers digging into my hips. “You take me so good, Omega. So fucking perfect.” His praise washes over me like sunlight, the bond between us thrumming with golden satisfaction as we remain joined, knotted, complete.

His eyes are black with need, his scent smoky and thick, but his touch remains gentle, his thumbs stroking circles into my skin as I begin to rock.

It’s slow. Torturous. Perfect.

I can’t move as high as I could if I’d just taken his cock, but I move as far as I can. He throbs inside me as I grind on his abdomen. His hands roam my body, kneading my thighs, skimming my ribs, cupping my breasts but always, always returning to my hips, anchoring us together.

“You feel—” He breaks off, his head falling back as I roll my hips. “Gods, Omega, you feel like home.”

The words unravel me.

My rhythm falters, my body tightening around him as pleasure builds, slow and sweet and inevitable. Asher senses it—of course he does—his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, tilting my face down to his.

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice a dark caress. “Let me feel you splinter apart around me.”

My climax crests, spilling through me in warm waves, my muscles fluttering around him, my cry muffled against his lips. Asher follows moments later, his hips jerking as he spills into me, his groan vibrating through my chest where we’re pressed together.

“Alpha…. Need to…claim you.” The words don't just leave my lips. They erupt from some ancient, wordless place in my soul. My voice cracks on the plea, sounding foreign to my own ears. Guttural, omega-raw, stripped down to pure instinct.

My fingers convulse against his shoulders, my entire body trembling like a bowstring pulled too tight. This isn't mere want. This is marrow-deep necessity,primal and undeniable, a wildfire in my blood that scorches away every rational thought until only one truth remains:mine.

Asher's pupils swallow his irises, those whiskey-dark eyes flaring with shocked understanding even as his scent explodes between us, smoky bourbon igniting into something richer, headier, molten gold and burning leather. His rough palms cradle my face like I’m a sacred thing. When he speaks, his voice is shattered glass and velvet, scraping low with reverence.

“Yes.” A shudder wracks his powerful frame as he bares his throat. “Gods, yes. Take what's yours, Omega. I've been yours to claim the moment I failed you.”

The last thread of restraint snaps. I surge forward, teeth finding that sacred juncture where neck meets shoulder. For one suspended heartbeat, I register the salt-sweat taste of his skin, the coppery anticipation flooding my tongue, the way his pulse thrums against my lips.

Then I bite down.

Hard.

The worlddetonates.

His essence—pure alpha, pure Asher—floods my mouth in a torrent, searing through me like liquid sunlight. It's warmth and protection and homecoming, the bond between us blazing to life. Every nerve sparks to life as his energy pours into me. Rewriting me at the cellular level, fusing our souls with light that sears away every false bond until only us—only this—remains.

The mark on my own neck burns in sympathetic resonance, our bond weaving tighter, deeper, permanent.

“Emma!” His broken cry is my name as prayer, as benediction. He arches beneath me, his body surrendering completely to my claim. Some distant part of me registers the hot spill of his release inside me again, but it's drowned by the all-consuming rightness of our bond singing in perfect harmony at last.

We collapse together gasping, the air between us thick with the mingled scents of honeysuckle and whiskey, storm and smoke. Inseparable now. His arms lock around me with desperate strength, his lips moving soundlessly against my hair as our bond thrums between us, bright and unbreakable.

Mine.

Yours.

Ours.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Emma

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