Page 19 of The Hunt: Emerald

Chapter 7

Burning and Bound

MURDOCH

“Litt’l Omega… Litt’l Omega, let me in…”I growl, feckin’ ’er, eyes glowin’.

“Huugggnnn,” she moans low as I feck ’er mercilessly, takin’ everathin’ she has tu offer. I dinna know how many days it’s been. All I am aware of is the sun has risen an’ the moon has fallen several times ova, but to me, in this moment… I’ve knotted ’er until she’s cried out. I’ve throbbed an’ pulsed intu ’er guts so many times only tu start all ova again when the need struck, an’ by The Source, ’as it struck me ova an’ ova an’ feckin’OVAagain.

But time does notexistanymore. Not here. Not wit’ ’er. Not in this inferno where ’er scent ’as burned intu me lungs, an’ ’er name ’as been carved intu my skin an’ bones.

Emerald.

Thefeckin’ Source, wat a fittin’ name fer me Omega jewel. Jus’ the sheer thought of ’ernamemakes me rut burn hotter.

“Ugnnn, moooorreeee!” ’er voice cracks beneath me as ’er pussy grows slick, tremblin’, an’ I bask in this because I’m still na satisfied either. I dinna t’ink Icanbe. I’ve taken ’er a dozen times, maybe more, but me need fer ’er neva ends.

Sheneva stops feedin’ it or from it.

I thrust intu ’er wildly in my beastly form as ’er scent, thick an’ potent, clings tu everathin’… me mouth, me hands, the walls of this hollow we’ve made a den. It drives me mad. I’ve marked ’er a hundred different ways, wit’ teeth, hands,seed. She carries me inside an’ out, but it’s not enough. It willnevabe enough.

Me body only wants’ers. Me t’oughts can’t form wit’out circlin’ back tu ’er cries, ’er taste, the way shebreakseach time I claim ’er again an’ she begs for more. This is wat rut is. This is wat matin’ means.

Tu take.

Tu own.

Turuin.

An’ by the Source, Iwillruin ’er a million times ova, shatterin’ evera wall she’s built. I’ll bury me scent so deep in ’er, she’ll neva breathe wit’out bein’ reminded who she belongs to. I’ll drive me knot intu her until she fergets wat not bein’ stuffed wit’ this big dick in her feels like. I’ll feck the fight right out of ’er.

No more freedom.

No more hidin’.

No more pretendin’ she’s namine.

“That’s it, me litt’l Omega… me sweet Emerald, take yer Alpha dick deep inside you…”I howl even though she’s limp under me, pussy tight an’ swollen as ’er t’ighs tremble from the poundin’ they’re takin’, ’er voice hoarse from too many moans, too many screams, too many cries of me name. Yet me litt’l jewel still begs fer me to give ’er more.

The wild possessive roll of my hips, the unabashed whimpers, the thick, heady cream still poolin’ from ’er pussy… fer feck’s sake, I canna tell if this heaven on earth or hell!

But I’m stillfeckin’starvin’.

“Yu feel it too,don’t yu, me litt’l Omega?”I rasp intu her ear, me voice rough wit’ days of growlin’, pantin’,ownin’.“This need. This madness.”

“Y— Ugnnn! Ye— Ugnnnnnn! Yesssss,” she chokes out, archin’ ’er back, invitin’ me deeper.

“Yu were made fer this dick…”I snarl, lickin’ the sweat from ’er neck.“Made ferme!”I howl deliriously, waitin’ fer ’er response, but nothin’ comes.

She’s gone.I chuckle, ravin’ mad from the pheromone high I’m on due tu ’er scent.

’er body is beneath me, burnin’, soppin’ wet, tremblin’, but ’er mind’s lost in the haze of ’er heat, broken apart by the way I’ve taken ’er. Again. An’ again. An’ again.

’er lips are parted, pantin’, drool slippin’ down ’er chin. ’er eyes, those sharp an’ once defiant eyes that used tu glare at me like green ire, are glassy now. Wet an’ wild. Dazed. She moans incoherently, hips twitchin’ evera time I press deeper.

By the Source, she’s beautiful like this.

’er legs are shakin’ around me waist, t’ighs quiverin’ from theoverstimulation, but she’s still clingin’ tu me. ’er body greedy, wit’ a hopelessneedonly I can free ’er from.

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