Page 56 of Pack Obsession

He gives a final, hard suck on my clit, and I yell, my body spasming as I come, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. I’m still pulsing, panting, completely lost in the pleasure he has given me, when he lays his body over mine, that massive cock pushing into me without hesitation.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling, “Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He pushes deeper, slow and deliberate, stretching me. I moan, my head thrown back as I feel him filling me once more. He pauses, his breath hot on my face, giving me a chance to adjust to his size.

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, his voice thick with possessiveness. “You feel so good, so tight.”

I purr for my Alpha, my hips bucking against him, trying to take him even deeper.

He obliges, his movements becoming more forceful, rocking me and the bed. Every inch of me is shaking, my throat raw from the screams because he can fuck!

Each thrust sends waves of fiery desire through me, each push bringing me closer to the edge. He pulls back almost all the way, then shoves back in hard, and I moan loudly, my body arching against him. He repeats the movement, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and my grip tightens on the bed sheets.

My hips rise instinctively, seeking more, trying to draw him in even deeper. He seems to relish my response, a dark satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he obliges. His movements become more forceful, rocking me against the mattress with each thrust. The bed groans under us, the sound swallowed by my own cries of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect for me, your cunt hugging my cock,” he groans. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

Every inch of me is shaking, every part of my body humming.

I’m a mess of sensations.

He shifts, his weight pressing down on me as he shifts one hand on the bed beside my head. His other hand moves, his fingers wrapping around my throat, his grip firm but not painful, a grin spreading over his lips. He doesn’t squeeze, not enough to hurt, but the pressure is there, a reminder of his dominance, and a spark of something primal ignites within me, a thrill at his possessiveness.

“Look at you,” he states. “So needy. So desperate for me. You’re going to be a mess when I’m done with you, aren’t you?”

I look up at him, my eyes wide, and I see the pleasure on his face, the raw hunger that’s taken over. His jaw is clenched, his muscles flexed, and his eyes burn with a possessive fire. I’m completely at his mercy. It’s intoxicating.

A feral curve curls on his lips, and I see a flicker of his animal side, a glimpse of the creature he hides inside. It’s not frightening, and I want more.

“You love seeing me like this, don’t you?” he says in a taunting rumble. “You love seeing the beast in me, tiny Omega. I can feel you trembling for it.”

I fucking love seeing him like this. The raw desire, him barely losing control over me—it’s like a drug, and I’m addicted. He takes his hand from my throat and slides between my legs, finding the wet heat that is aching for him. He pinches my clit hard, and I gasp, my hips rising to meet him, begging for more, my own rhythm matching his thrusts. A raw, guttural sound of surrender spills from my lips.

“That’s it,” he says, his eyes burning into mine, “Come for me.” Then, his pace picks up drastically, each thrust fast and hard, driving me deeper into the mattress. “You’re tight, so fucking tight,” he pants. “I can feel you grip me.” He takes me with no hesitation, my body feeling battered but incredibly alive.

I feel myself climbing, the world shrinking to just the feeling of him inside me, the starved expression on his face, the sound of his harsh breathing, and my own desperate moans.

“You’re going to come apart for me, aren’t you, tiny Omega?” he growls. “Let it go, scream for me.”

The pleasure builds and builds until I feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to shatter. He lets out a primal sound that shakes against my skin and pushes into me one last time, hard and fast.

I scream.

My body spasms around him, my orgasm taking over like a storm. At the same time, I feel a sharp pinch inside, followed by a hot surge, the knot forming on his cock, anchoring him deep inside. My eyes widen as the sensation spreads through me, the reality of what he’s done. He claimed me. Knotted me. He has tied me to him.

“Mine,” he breathes, his voice thick with satisfaction. He shudders and growls as he throbs inside me, filling me with his cum. Our bodies are slick with sweat, my legs still wrapped around his waist as we both recover from the intense encounter.

I can’t explain it, but being locked to him like this is exhilarating, every fear in my world vanishing, as if he cast a spell over my soul. It’s like I’ve been walking through life half-asleep, and now I’m finally gloriously awake.

Each breath I take seems to sync with his, and the overwhelming rush of emotions—his and mine tangled together until I can’t tell where I end and he begins—should terrify me, but instead, I feel... complete. Like every moment of doubt, every night I spent feeling lost and alone was just leading me here—to him.

The obsession I felt before was nothing compared to this. This is fucking transcendent. This is every dream I never dared to dream, every wish I was too afraid to make. His presence in my mind, in my soul, it’s not just comfort—it’s cominghome. The way he fills me up, surrounds me, claims me... it’s everything. Everything I never knew I was desperate for until this moment.

God, the power of him, the absolute certainty I feel flowing through me—it’s like he’s rewriting every insecurity, every fear, every doubt I’ve ever had. And I want him to. I want him to erase it all and replace it with this, with us, with the perfect certainty that I belong to him, with him, in a way that defies explanation.

This is what I’ve been searching for my entire life without even knowing it. And now that I have it, now that I have him, I know I’ll never be able to go back to the way I was before. I don’t want to.

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