Page 38 of Outcast Island

Implanted?

His fingers work with gentle care, moving in an intentional way to find the obstruction rather to pleasure me.

I wince when he finds what he’s looking for.

He holds my gaze with his. He should be feeling anger, and while it simmers underneath the surface, right now he’s entirely focused on taking care of me. “I’m going to remove the implant, Omega. Are you ready? It’s going to hurt.”

I bite my lip and shakily nod.

I’ve had various “inspections” from my father’s doctors before I was sent to Bariloche Sector. I remember one that had supposedly taken a sample of my womb, but now I realize that sharp pain very well could have been something being putininstead of takenout.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, since he is clearly waiting for verbal agreement, before I squeeze my eyes shut when he plucks the implant between his fingers and tugs.

To my relief, the pain doesn’t last long as he pulls out a small microchip and shows it to me.

I frown when I recognize the red design, indicative of Älva Nest technology. “Do you know what this is?” he asks me.

Nodding, I sigh. “It’s a tracker.”

No doubt implanted by my father’s doctor.

Magnus seems to swallow a growl as he crushes the small device in his grip, then brushes the dust onto the floor.

He doesn’t say a word as he grazes his tongue over the sharp point of one of his fangs, then disappears between my legs.

And fucks me with his tongue.

Oh…

I squirm as he swirls his tongue all through my entrance, coating me with his blood. He kisses my clit after he pulls out, then he settles between my thighs again.

My eyes grow big as he takes one claw and runs it up the shaft of his cock, making bright red blood glisten all the way to the tip in an erotic, sinful invitation.

“I’m going to heal what damage removing that did to you,” he informs me. “Are you ready?”

I don’t hesitate to answer, because his wound will close in a few moments and I don’t want him to have to cut himself again.

“I’m ready,” I say.

He slides into me and the heady impact of his blood inside of me makes my vision dance with spots.

The sensation of fullness is amplified by the tingling power of his blood. My body obviously approves, because wetness pools around my thighs, welcoming him to fuck me as deep as he likes.

Pain flickers when the large head of his cock reaches my inner walls where the implant has been placed. I wonder if it had a dual purpose, for my father to know where I was, while also being informed when I had been properly fucked by an Alpha.

Because only a cock as large as one such as Magnus would reach that deeply inside of me.

But I doubt another Alpha would have taken the time or care to pull it out. My body heals as it accepts the gift of Magnus’s blood and willingly stretches to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.

When his knot warms my entrance, he goes still.

I’m not sure how he’s going to manage to push that inside of me. The promise of his knot throbs at my core, making my innermuscles tighten in response. The massive size of him prevents me from clamping down as hard as I’d like to, but it’s a delicious battle of tightness that has my body burning with pleasure.

He begins to purr again, making me feel like I’m floating above an ocean. He grinds his knot against my core instead of pushing it inside. The pressure stimulates my clit, forcing me over a soft orgasm as my mouth parts on a silent gasp. It seems to be part of his preparation of my body as he dips me under the edge of the proverbial ocean of bliss.

And I know that I’m about to crash to the bottom of it where I will drown in the sensation that is all Magnus.

After my orgasm quiets into soft spasms, he eases his knot into me, ever so slowly, taking his time as I endure the impossibility of stretching apart for him.

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