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Uncontrolled.

Pounding into me, forcing my orgasms until I’m wrung out.

He flips me over and picks me up. His dick never leaves my body as he moves toward the spare room where I’ve slept for the past two days. My nest is inadequate, with barely any cushions, and I’m embarrassed now. I could do better. “Next time, I’ll make a big nest. Like a woman cave.”

Sotay chuckles. “Next time in a year, you mean.”

“Why so long?” I whine, wiping my mouth.

“Because I’m gonna seed you now.” He lays me down on the blankets and grabs my head between his palms. “You’re a beautiful, Omega. I’m honored you picked me.”

“I think you picked me.”

“Semantics.” His hips move fast, his massive dick nearly bumping against my womb.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I fucking knew it.” He grabs my ass cheek and lifts my bottom, shifting his body somehow to enter even deeper. I can’t keep my eyes open. They’re rolling back in my head.

“Open them,” he barks.

My eyelashes flutter.

“Good girl,” he says and reaches between us to pinch my clit. The moment he touches it, I shatter into a thousand pieces, and as my pussy is tightening around his dick, he comes. Jets of cum shoot inside me for minutes, not seconds. I scream and scream because he’s finally knotting me. That big fat glorious knot blows up, stretching me as he continues to pinch my clit, rolling it, flicking it. He grabs a fistful of my hair. “You’re mine, Leah, and I’m crazy about you.”

“I’ve always been yours,” I say. It’s freeing to say it, finally, admit it, let go, release. In his arms, everything feels right, even if it’s really not. He makes me feel like a pearl in a shell. Pretty and shielded.

The wave of pheromones hits my nose, and Sotay’s eyes darken further, if that’s even possible. In the pitch-black of his gaze, instead of hopelessness and darkness, I see the light. Here is a male who would die for me.

Chapter 13

Sotay

Knotting an Omega is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Bonding one is my promise of forever. I’ve done it all in a span of minutes, and as I lie here next to her sexy body, balls-deep inside her warm pussy, the last of my seed seeping inside her channel, I think seeding Leah is the highlight of my existence. I especially like the look in her eyes. She stares up at me as if I’m her god, and the knot is the holy altar. Amen.

“My God,” she says. “This is… I don’t have words. I think you should knot me all the time.”

Ha! My work here is done. Except it’s not. We’ve got days of heat to go through, and I haven’t secured any supplies. Which is fine. When she falls asleep, I’ll get supplies from the main kitchen and leave a note for Christy. He’ll manage daily fresh meals.

“You’re thinking,” Leah says, wiping sweat off her brow.

“We need supplies.”

She purses her lips. “I could just eat cum.”

I laugh and Leah groans, wiggling around my knot. “Your cold dick feels so good. I guess that’s why you call it Omega heat.” Inside her, I spurt more seed. She must feel the trickle of it cooling her pussy. She grabs a hold of my braid and slips off the leather binding, unbraids the bottom of it, then stops. “Your hair is curly.”

“I got that from Mom.”

A strange expression passes through her eyes, and she averts them, but it’s too late. We’re wrapped up in each other, so not only can I hear her heart beat, I practically feel it beating faster against my chest. A scent of fear reaches my nose, and I grit my teeth against calling her out on it again. What is the fucking problem here? She’s blissfully happy and knotted and safe. Besides, Leah is not a skittish woman. Terror said one time she swung at him. The scent of fear deflates my knot, and we separate.

Leah hugs me tight. Behind my back, she’s unbraiding my hair. For a second, I seriously consider staying quiet about what I’m scenting and sensing, which is fucking the opposite of what I should be sensing after bonding and seeding my Omega. But it’s such a brief thought, it’s gone faster that I can speak, so I say, “Leah, baby, you know what strikes me as odd?”

She shakes her head.

“You haven’t asked about your mother.”

She pulls back as if slapped.

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