“Mine,” he snarled. “My Omega. My b***h. My knot. My pups.”
My hands clawed down his back. My legs wrapped around his waist. My cunt spasmed over and over, gushing down our thighs as his knot swelled and locked us together tighter than before.
“I’m not done,” he growled against my neck, licking the sweat off my collarbone. “Not even f*****g close. You think I waited all this time just to give you one load? No. No, kitten. The beast is out now.”
My legs were still trembling when he pulled out of me slowly, carefully, like he wasn’t done but needed to reposition me before he f****d me into oblivion.
I was leaking. I was ruined. I was stretched wide and full of his c*m, but his eyes were still glowing and his c**k was still hard and knotted and hungry.
He looked at me like a goddamn me
