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“You will fly when I say you can, little bird,” Kardos said through gritted teeth. “When you stop this disobedience.”

Shaya whimpered, her sobs returning as she shook her head in disagreement. But this time Kardos knew those tears were necessary. Those tears were the sign of her realization that she needed her Alpha, and that he was in control of her soothing in any way he saw fit.

So she sobbed as he battered her body with slow, halting, wet slams that kept her on the brink of her flight.

Finally she pushed the fucking pillow away, howling in frustration and Kardos rumbled smugly. He yanked her back underneath him, this time face down and fucked her hard and fast as her slick spurted out onto his balls. She came immediately, screaming as her whole body and that beautiful pussy tense and convulsed. He rammed her, keeping her orgasm going until she was mumbling and clawing the bed.

Flipping her over, dove into her once more and knotted her as he came, powerful waves of the most intense ecstasy cresting over him as his seed shot inside her.

Kardos maneuvered her so he completely covered her body again, pressing her down into the bed with her legs around his waist.

Shaya wound her arms around his neck and he couldn’t help but rumble in satisfaction. He loved when she did that. In fact, her assuming the right to touch him nearly brought him to his knees every morning when she groomed him. She combed his hair and fixed it the way she wanted, she trimmed his beard and treated it the way that pleased her, and she had taken to kissing and stroking his shoulder or neck or chest wherever she chose. She didn't have to be told, she simply took ownership of her Alpha as she prepared him for his day, and it turned him on more than any other behavior he had seen from her so far. It made leaving her even more of a chore.

Underneath him, her breathing was uneven and hitching until her panting calmed, but soon she was asleep.

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The night passed uneasily. Shaya slept as long as Kardos' weight was completely on top of her, but when she was awake she was upset; tearful and silent. She settled better when he was inside her, but the cold depression in the bond did not improve. He kissed her frequently telling her she was beautiful, but she didn't speak to him at all, she barely looked at him.

She was insistent about covering her head with her arms, but Kardos pinned them to her sides as soon as she was asleep and kept them away from her head when she was awake, which fed into her distress, but he wouldn’t have her hiding any part of herself from him.

Kardos remained awake, watching every movement she made and every expression on her face. In the early morning, she stirred awake and turned her face away from him sharply when she saw him looking at her. “Don’t look at me,” she whispered.

Kardos nudged her face back to him with his finger. “But it’s my favorite thing to do,” he murmured.

Shaya hesitated at his words, searching his eyes, before her head dropped to one side again. “It’s not.”

Kardos nuzzled her neck. “All right, it’s my third favorite thing.”

He kissed her neck and felt her shudder underneath him, her legs opening and hips tilting as she sought what she wanted. He filled her up, she blinked rapidly and her eyes focused on him as she gasped. Before she could do or say anything, he was building up a slow rhythm between her legs.

Her moans sent ripples of pleasure through him, and her hands ran over his lower stomach and waist, where she could reach with her hands pinned by her side. Her legs spread wider and her little pussy clenched down on him as he worked in and out, her hips tilting to meet his thrusts.

Kardos tucked one of his arms between her and the bed to hold her securely around the waist. Lowering his head, he pressed his nose against hers, feeling her breath increase as he became rougher and her pussy drenched with her slick.

“This is my second favorite,” he growled.

Her back arched and she moaned, gripping onto him. He pressed his lips against hers and thrust his tongue in, eager to capture every sound she made and every breath that came from her body. When she wound her arms around his neck he groaned and trailed his other hand up her stomach to her breasts.

Playing with her nipple, he slammed into her as her orgasm approached, and rode her roughly through it, relishing the sound and sight of her flight. She still flew so freely, and he was pleased that her distress did not negatively impact that part of her, the part of her that only he could trigger, the part of her that only he saw.

As she came back down gasping, she pulled away from sucking on his tongue to look at him. Blinking rapidly, slightly confused, tears filled her eyes again.

“That is my favorite,” he concluded. “Watching you fly.”

“Stop looking at me,” she whispered and turned her head to one side as the tears began to fall.

Kardos squeezed her breast and continued to fuck her as he lowered down to her neck and licked on his claiming bite. A sudden shudder went through her body as his tongue grazed it, and suddenly she was flying again.

Kardos mated her all morning, keeping her locked in his arms and her mouth close to his so he could kiss her and give her his tongue. By the time he knotted her, she was clearly exhausted and the bedding was soaked in sweat.

He pushed his knot in, spilling inside her as she clamped down on him and milked his cock for every drop of his seed. Laying his forehead onto the pillow, he groaned and panted.

After they had both calmed, Kardos rolled onto his side taking Shaya with him, careful to keep his Omega firmly pressed onto his knot, then tucked his arm underneath her head so she rested on his bicep.

He watched her closely as she blinked at him sleepily, and he caressed her cheek with his thumb, glad to see that the tears had stopped for a while at least, but the intense feeling of despair in the bond didn’t change.

Over the next few hours, Kardos knotted her twice more until he realized that her attitude and mood had shifted. She was no longer crying or tearful, but significantly despondent. She no longer moved to touch him or cover her head; it was as though her cares had been sucked out of her, leaving behind an empty shell filled with gloom. The only time she showed any response was in her flight, and as the day turned to night, she even seemed to try to fight against that.

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