Page 193 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

Truth extracted through systematic pressure rather than voluntary disclosure or strategic cooperation.

The mirrors reflect our continued claiming with technological enhancement that amplifies every sensation and psychological revelation.

Multiple angles of systematic domination and territorial establishment, comprehensive documentation of pack formation, and psychological excavation.

His thrusts deepen with intent now—no longer a slow torment, but a claiming carved into flesh and bone.Every movement slams into me with precision, his hips snappingforward so hard that the echo of our bodies colliding reverberates across the obsidian chamber.

The sound of his balls slapping against me joins the symphony of breathy gasps and ragged groans.

I can’t hold on. Not when he fucks me like this. Not when he speaks with that rasping, reverent hunger like he’s exalting my body as holy.

“Arms forward,” he growls against the nape of my neck, and I obey on instinct, bracing against the glass, palms splayed flat, leaving smudged handprints in slick condensation. “Let them all see how you fall apart for me.”

He pins my wrists gently to the mirror, trapping them there—not out of cruelty, but to steady me as his rhythm grows brutal. Each slam of his hips has me crying out, my voice trembling on the edge of sanity.

“You feel how deep that is?” he grits out. “Right where you need me.”

I sob a moan in answer, hips arching back to meet him, desperate for every punishing, perfect thrust.

“Harder,” I beg, trembling, unable to contain it. “Fuck, Corvus, please—don’t stop. I’m—I’m gonna?—”

“You come for me,” he snarls, fucking into me so deep I swear I can feel it in my throat. “You fall apart right here. Mine.”

His teeth find the curve of my neck—sharp, hot, claiming. He bites, and the pain tips me over the edge.

I shatter with a breathless cry, every nerve set alight as pleasure detonates through me in whimpering mayhem. My legs nearly give out. My cunt clenches around him in tight, desperate pulses, and he growls—Alpha-deep—as he thrusts once, twice more, then slams in hard and stills, the length of him twitching inside me.

His breath stutters.

“Fuck—Sweet Jinx.”

Hot ropes of cum flood me, his cock jerking inside my trembling walls—and then I feel it.

His knot beginning to swell.

He starts to pull out, always the soldier, the tactician, ready to move forward.

“No,” I pant, body instinctively tightening around him. My voice is hoarse, pleading. “I want it. I want your knot.”

He freezes.

Then he groans—low and pleased—and catches me as my knees buckle.

My legs are useless, slick trailing down my thighs, but he lowers us both to the cold obsidian floor like I weigh nothing.

“You want it now?” he murmurs with a dark chuckle, nudging my thighs apart with his knee as he settles behind me. “Even tired and shaking, your bodyknows.”

I can’t lie. Not to him.

“Yes,” I whisper, head tipped back against his shoulder. “Please. I need it. Needyou.”

He presses his forehead to the back of my neck, mouth curling in a smile both wicked and adoring.

“I always satisfy my Jinx,” he whispers. “Our Omega.Mymuse.”

He adjusts his angle with precise control, gripping my hips as he begins to rock into me again—short, shallow thrusts. I can feel the thick knot grinding against my entrance, my body slick and ready and pulsing around the head of his cock.

And then—he pushes.

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