Page 116 of Unhinged Omega

He jerks away from my touch with a much angrier growl than anything I've heard from him so far, and I wince, expecting pain. But somehow, he managed to only turn his face and not his entire body.

Thank fuck, because this is the most precarious position I've ever been in.

I focus on breathing instead of pissing off the feral alpha attached to the monster cock stretching me open. As I relax around the thick intrusion, it burns, but not as badly as I feared. My body is producing slick at an almost alarming rate, easing the way.

Slowly, the discomfort fades, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache. I need more. Need all of him.

"Okay," I say, spreading my legs wider. "A little more. Slowly."

He pushes in further, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming and becoming a beacon for every horny alpha in the wasteland. The stretch is intense, almost agonizingly painful, but there's pleasure there too. A deep, primal satisfaction as my body yields to him.

I try not to think about where exactly his cock is inside me, but it's hard to ignore. I can feel him so deep, pressing against places I didn't even know existed. At first, I think it's just my imagination, but no. My stomach actually bulges slightly with each gradual thrust.

And because I'm fucking nuts, apparently, the sight of how my body is being affected by the sheer size of this alpha turns me on even more.

"Stop," I gasp when I feel the beginning swell of his knot pressing against me. "Not yet. Not the knot."

He stills immediately, another questioning rumble vibrating through him.

"It's okay," I assure him, running my hand down his massive muscular shoulder. "You can move. Just... not the knot yet." I freeze when I realize he probably doesn't even know what I'm talking about. I doubt wherever he came from taught him much about anatomy, even though he clearly has more natural instinct about how to please an omega than virtually any other alpha on the planet.

I reach between us, my fingers brushing over the swollen knot at the base of his cock and give it a light squeeze. "This is the knot. Don't push that into me yet."

I'm going to need him to if I want to get all the way out of my heat, but that's a problem for Future Cosima.

He gives me another jerky nod, like he isn't used to communicating that way. Or communicating at all. He starts to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper as I adjust to his size. The feeling is indescribable. I've never been so full, so completely and utterly claimed. Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building and building until I'm trembling on the edge.

"Harder," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, harder!"

He obliges, his hips snapping forward with more force. The change in angle has him dragging against my spot with every thrust, and it's too much. I come with a scream I just barely manage to muffle in time by biting my palm, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.

The Knight lets out a satisfied snarl, clearly enjoying the sensation of my climax now that he knows I'm not dying. He doesn't stop moving, fucking me through the aftershocks until I'm a quivering mess beneath him.

"Fuck," I pant when I can finally form words again, my limbs and spine boneless beneath him. "That was... intense. You've got good endurance," I tell him with a breathless laugh, carding my fingers through his hair. It looks like moonlight, too. "Most alphas would have popped their knot by now."

He lets out a rough, harsh growl that sounds sort of like his own kind of laugh, but I'm not really sure. It should freak me out that his knot is bumping insistently against my entrance as he continues to move inside me, building me toward another peak, but I find I don't really care.

All that matters is this moment.

This connection.

The heat between us, the way our bodies fit together like we were made for each other. Okay, more like I'm about half a dozen sizes too small for him, but close enough.

My next orgasm crashes over me unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and clawing at his back. Metal and skin. This time, when I feel his knot pressing against me, I don't tell him to stop.

"Please," I whimper, trying to angle my hips to take him deeper. "I need it. I need your knot."

He growls, the sound primal and hungry. His thrusts become more forceful, each one bringing his knot closer to breaching me. The pressure is intense, almost too much to handle, but I need it too much to tap out now.

And it isn't even just about getting out of my damn heat anymore.

The Knight’s eyes light with an intensity I haven't seen since he was chasing me through the forests in my dreams. The fiercest growl yet builds in his chest.

For a moment, I'm terrified all over again.

But instead of attacking me, his human hand comes to rest on my lower stomach, pinning my hips to the ground with surprising gentleness.

I whimper at the pressure of his palm pressing down on my stomach, suddenly hyper-aware of just how deep he is inside me. It feels like he's rearranging my insides, like I can feel him all the way up in my throat even though I know that's impossible.

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