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Locked inside her pussy, my cock continues to pulse of its own accord, and I come so hard my vision blanks. I think my eyes roll back into my head. Ophelia's still coming, and we stay like that; I don't know for how long. Several seconds, minutes, maybe. I have no idea. Sex is better than I ever knew it could be.

She comes down, but my seed continues to spurt, my muscles shaking as I try to regain control. I brush her hair away from her face, and her eyes are teary and half open. I kiss the tears, her cheeks, her lips, small pecks, licking and tasting her.

Shuddering as the last of my seed empties inside her, my lips meet hers, and we kiss and explore each other while my knot slowly loosens. We're soaked and sated, and though I'm no longer locked inside her, a place where I'll live my most profound moments, I don't pull out.

Instead, I kiss down her neck. When I reach her left breast, the ache in my teeth returns, and I bite, releasing my alpha-bonding venom into her system.

Our bond lights up like a synapse firing through our nervous systems, connecting us on a molecular level; a feeling I can only describe as a religious experience.

And then we both pass out.

Chapter 18

Ophelia

"What time is it?" I rasp, vaguely aware of my surroundings, of nothing but the bright, burning bond in my chest and my sated, aching body. I can't believe I let Enzo bite me.

I can't believe I'm not mad about it.

Enzo harrumphs and it's so unlike him that I can't help but laugh. With great effort, I drag my tired body up to a seat against the pillow, taking in the absolute mess we've made.

I have no idea how many times we had sex, or if we ever really stopped, if it was just one fluid, never-ending marathon, but the last orgasm sent us both into oblivion. My room reeks of sex and sweat and pheromones.

My bedroom doubles as my nest, a comforting space we omegas ride out our heat, and though I'm on suppressants, I do have mini spikes where I get horny as fuck, and there are some designation urges I can't seem to dismiss.

Like having a windowless room, since we like it dark and quiet, so I have no clue how much time has passed since we've been in here.

Rolling out of bed, I groan from the sheer effort. Enzo slaps the now empty space next to him as if to latch onto me once more, but miraculously, I'm too quick for him. Thank god. It's been the best few hours of my life, and I cannot for the life of me figure out how Enzo did all of that as a virgin, but my body is wrecked. I haven't had sex for over a year, and I've never taken a knot.

That was… wow. I like to pretend that some aspects of a relationship with an alpha aren't a big deal, but his body was literally made for me. He coaxed out pleasure I didn't even know was possible, and though the initial thrust of his massive knot inside me stung just a bit, I immediately pulled him in and latched on, my body knowing just what to do and how to take it. If anything, now, I want more.

Or, more, later. Not right now. Right now, I need a cold compress on my vagina.

"You're sore."

I snort, "Did you need the bond to tell you that?"

I'm being sarcastic, of course. Overly observant, if I thought pre-bonded Enzo was overwhelming, bonded Enzo is going to be a terror.

"You're projecting. You're moving slowly, and the bond is telling me you feel…" He furrows his brow, climbing off the bed, his cock—somehow still hard—bobbing proudly between his legs. Coming to stand in front of me, he brings his hands to the back of my head and runs them down to my shoulders, then arms, checking for… who knows what.

I may not know Enzo well, which is a strange feeling because I also feel like I know him better than anyone else on the planet, I know he has trouble understanding others' emotions. He's not cold, but he's calculating, and if he doesn't understand something, he'll relentlessly study it until he does.

He continues thoughtfully, "You feel fatigued, but not sleepy. Sore, but not in pain. Happy, and… relieved."

I smirk, "Are you having fun?"

He smiles, and holy shit, it's devastating. He's not wearing his glasses, which often obscure his expressions, though he doesn't emote much. So the smile… It's like the universe just cracked open, with thunder and lightning booming around my heart.

I'm shy suddenly and bite my lip, but he narrows his eyes, pulling my wet lip from my teeth with his thumb.

"Fun is the wrong word. This is… new. And astronomical." The bond, he means. I feel it, too, like another being taking up residence inside me. It's not overpowering or even all-pervasive—it's more like a shadow, an echo. I can feel him in ways I never thought possible. I can't read his mind or even his emotions, but he's right. If he projects, I get an impression of his train of thought or feelings.

"And you're feeling…" I start laughing, too tired to process the intensity that is Enzo. He's feeling horny, somehow, curious, and has an overwhelming sense of restlessness. I know nothing's wrong, he's not worried, but there's a hint there, like fear's sister. "What are you thinking, Enzo? You're worried about something."

"Not worried," he quickly corrects. "Just… I never expected to feel this level of concern for your existence. I feel very protective right now. I don't think I'll be able to leave your presence for some time," he says apologetically.

I notice he's still touching some part of me. He's always been like that, needing to hold onto some small piece of me, my silent sentinel. "I suspect it's the freshness of the bond. It'll probably chill out."

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