Page 22 of Warlord’s Prize

"Please," I hear myself whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it. My voice sounds strange to my own ears—breathless, needy, broken.

His golden eyes gleam with satisfaction. "Please what, little omega?"

"I need you... inside me," I force out, each word costing me a piece of my pride.

"Like this?" he asks, pushing just the tip of his massive cock inside me before withdrawing again.

I sob in frustration, tears beginning to stream down my face. "More. Please."

"How much more?" The cruelty of his question is belied by the gentleness of his hands as they trace patterns on my skin.

"All of you," I gasp, abandoning dignity in the face of overwhelming need.

"Say exactly what you want," he demands, the head of his cock teasing my entrance without pushing in. "What part of me do you need?"

"Your cock," I whisper, the words bitter and sweet simultaneously on my tongue. "I need your cock inside me."

He rewards me with a single deep thrust that fills me completely, the vibrating nodule pressing briefly against my clit—but only for a moment before he withdraws entirely again, leaving me sobbing.

"And what else?" he prompts, watching my body tremble with need.

"The vibration," I choke out, shocked at my own admission. "I need the vibration."

He enters me again, this time allowing the nodule to press against my clit for ten glorious seconds, building the pleasure to an almost unbearable peak—before pulling out completely once more.

The almost-orgasm that slips away makes me cry out in genuine distress, tears now flowing freely down my face. My entire body shakes uncontrollably, coherent thought dissolving under the onslaught of denial after denial.

"Is there something else you need to be satisfied?" he asks, voice rumbling with dark amusement.

I know what he wants. The final admission. Complete surrender.

"Your knot," I sob, the words barely audible through my tears. "I need your knot."

"And who am I?" he asks, hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. "Say it."

"Alpha," I whisper, the forbidden word slipping out easily now, all resistance burned away.

His hand tightens in my hair. "Louder."

"Alpha," I repeat, voice breaking on the syllables.

"Tell me who you belong to," he growls, the head of his cock teasing my entrance again.

"You," I gasp, dignity forgotten. "I belong to you, alpha."

"Beg for it," he commands, offering no relief. "Beg for what only I can give you."

"Please," I sob openly now, beyond shame, beyond pride. "Please claim me, alpha. Please fill me with your cock. I need your knot, your vibration. I need you to make me come. Please, alpha, please."

Each desperate plea tears another piece of my resistance away, leaving me raw and exposed. The omega in me has completely overwhelmed any remaining dignity, biological imperative drowning out the strategic leader I once was.

"Mine," he rumbles, the word vibrating through his massive chest as he finally pushes back into me with a powerful thrust.

This time, there's no teasing. His massive cock fills me completely, the vibrating nodule making continuous contact with my desperate clit. Each thrust drives the pleasure higher, the stimulation no longer teasing but relentless.

"Alpha, please," I sob, the words a desperate litany. "Please, please, please don't stop."

His rhythm increases, the vibrating nodule never breaking contact now. The pleasure builds with frightening intensity, each thrust driving me higher until I'm balanced on a knife's edge of sensation so acute it borders on pain.

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