Page 22 of Drowned By the Dreadnought

With his jaw clenched and sweat pouring off his shaking body, he growls and slowly works his fingers in and out of me as he responds.

“I’m preparing you. Stretching you. You’re so tight and wet. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you, but—” his cock leaks against my hip, filling our cocoon with decadent alpha pheromones, “I need you, little mouse.”

He curls his fingers inside me. I detonate. Explosion after explosion demolishes my grip on reality. I fly amidst fireworks, blind to everything except the male mastering my body.

He replaces his fingers with the impossibly broad head of his cock. Slick gushes between us as he works his tip into me with small, tightly controlled thrusts of his hips. I forget how to breathe as he invades my convulsing channel in small increments. I burn hotter as he stretches me. It’s too much. It hurts.

He’s too big.

He brackets my head and shoulders with his forearms and wraps his massive hands over the top of my head, creating a living cage of man within my nest and holding me exactly where he wants me. I whimper at the overload of sensations.

He ducks his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he thrusts his cock so deep within me his partially engorged knot stretches my folds.

Orgasm after orgasm carries me through kaleidoscopic worlds as our hearts meld. He fucks me with wild abandon, growling and snarling, licking and sucking, and invading and retreating in a timeless rhythm until love and violence merge.

With sweat, slick, blood, and alpha aggression perfuming our nest, he works his knot deeper and deeper into my body until his tip hits my sensitive cervix. I open my mouth on a silent scream as he shoves deeper. His knot balloons behind my pubic bone, rearranging my insides and compressing my G-spot. I launch into a life altering release as his shaft jerks within me and liquid fire spurts from his tip and floods my core.

With our bond glowing between us and our bodies locked together, we dive into each other’s mouths, completing our union with a frenzied duel of teeth and tongues.

Everything hurts. I’ve never felt so whole in my entire life. He nips my bottom lip. I hook my arms around his nape and pull his forehead down to mine, needing him as close as possible.

“I’m sorry, Morwenna. I tried to go slow, but you’re too perfect,” he murmurs.

My nipples brush against the hard planes of his chest with every heaving breath. His shaft shifts within me, scrambling my senses as he releases another wave of seed into my womb. He brushes my tears away with his thumbs.

“You know I forgive you, right?”

My voice is so husky it doesn’t sound like mine. He groans and kisses the tip of my nose before meeting my eyes.

“I know, but I haven’t earned it yet,” he says.

I huff. Even if I could articulate my thoughts, nothing I say would convince him otherwise, even though he’s already proven himself worthy of my devotion.

I no longer blame him for my years of loneliness. He was only thirteen when my father killed his parents and broke his heart with horrible lies. I’ll remember the burden and desperation of loneliness for my entire life, but I’ll never be alone again. I’ll always have him to hold. Always have him to share miseries with.

When he saw my bruises and scars in the shower, he walked away with rage and despair in his eyes and returned with bloody knuckles, gentle hands, and the single-minded determination of an alpha on a mission to woo his omega.

When I hid behind my hands, he patiently took care of me and eventually coaxed me out of my shell instead of using force.

Instead of hiding his plan to lock me in a barren cell and torture me with neglect, he told me the truth, saw my numb reaction, and destroyed the door, removing the possibility of it ever happening.

He’s the only one in my life who has ever acted in violence on my behalf. Not only did he smash the door and end my emotional turmoil, but he fought three beta men and saved me in the market over a decade ago.

I grab his wrist, bring his hand to my lips, and curl his fingers over mine, using both hands to hold him the way he held me after we’d run like hell and hidden in the hall so many years ago. I kiss his swollen, bloody knuckles and repeat the words he told me the day before our lives fell apart.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll always protect you. You’re mine. Forever.” I pull his hand to my chest, press it down over my heart, and caress the scar running down his face. “Forever, Russt. I love you.”

A tear slips from his lashes and lands on my cheek. Our mate bond glows with happiness. His eyes shine with devotion and love.

I don’t need to hear his words to feel how deeply he cares for me, but I relish the gruffness of my alpha’s voice as he opens his heart to mine.

“I love you, too, Morwenna. My little mouse. My perfect female. My omega mate.”

He kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose before taking my mouth in a heartfelt, addictive kiss.

His cock jerks within me. I groan and launch into a volley of mind blowing orgasms as his knot shifts against my G-spot and his tip spurts more seed into my womb.

I find bliss. Surrounded, invaded, and flooded by The Dreadnought, I drown in euphoria. Peace spreads throughout my soul and pulses within our mate bond. Joy mutes the pain and suffering of our past, opening our hearts to hope for the future.

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