Page 13 of One Way Out

“Jesus, fuck.” Snarling, I wrap an arm around her middle and pull her up with me at an angle. My head brushes the bottom of the top bunk, but I ignore it since she’s not at risk of smacking her skull against the concrete.

The little vixen practices grinding on her knees, and it feels like my knot is trapped in a fist. It’s so tight, it’s almost uncomfortable but still firmly on this side of pleasurable.

“It’s just…” she sobs, bending forward like she might collapse on the thin mattress. “A lot. You’ve got so much dick, I think I can feel you in my diaphragm.”

My palm flattens over her sternum, keeping her upright. It doesn’t stop her from continuing to writhe around my chest.

Tilting my head, I try to determine if she’s experiencing any pain, but the way she wiggles over my length makes focusing damn near impossible.

I feel like I’m supposed to be doing something. I’m just lost to the fog to the point I don’t know what that something is. Every small gyration of her hips produces unabashed pleasure like I’ve never experienced.

Her system releases another potent wave of pheromones, and my fucking teeth throb almost in time with the pulsing of my knot.

“Bite me,” she whispers, nodding frantically.

I might be rabid, but I’m not sure she’s coherent enough to consent to all that. Not with the way her perfume sits heavy in the air. It’s like her system is desperately trying to coax my system into rut.

And it’s working.

The foggy sheen gets even more intense as I buck up into her.

The vexing little thing begs, pleads, and demands like an omega completely lost to the fog.

My restraint is already comically thin.

Pulling her hair to the side, I scrape my teeth over her shoulder. It’s a dangerous move, having my canines scratching her skin, but I manage to hold back from digging them in.

“That’s so overwhelming.” Her skin heats under my palm, and I pinch both her nipples, which makes her grind with more force. “God…”

“Nah, not God. Tell me who’s destroying this snug cunt.” I cup her tits and continue flicking my fingers, since she really seems to like her tits played with. “Come on, little one. Tell me who owns you.”

“You! You do!” Her inner walls meld to me perfectly, and I groan as the first few inches of her pussy begin to ripple around my knot. “Valor, please!”

The sounds she releases as she clamps down on my shaft make me ravenous with the urge to consume her whole.

To breed her so the rest of the world knows she’s mine.

To bite her so deep, she’ll never be able to truly escape.

Her wrist flies back, smacking against my cheek.

Flashes of another more masculine hand file through my memory as I plunged my teeth in.

Omen.

Fuck.

Reality teases at the edges of my consciousness, but I ignore the real world in favor of bringing her wrist to my mouth.

I strike, digging my canines into the soft skin of her inner wrist. I wouldn’t have minded an on-top-of-the-wrist bite, but now hers will match Omen’s.

Her walls convulse as she moans.

I rut up into her as much as I can while we’re locked together and fill her with my cum, impressed by how much pleasure can be achieved with so little movement.

The dragging of my knot against her inner walls makes my legs shake and my chest heave.

The bond forms, linking us together, and the first thing I’m hit with is her relief.

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