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He petted me, hands roaming possessively over my limp body, familiarizing himself with what was his.As his fingers and thumb began to pluck rhythmically on my nipple, yet another climax, almost violent in its intensity, rippled through my pussy.

I felt it everywhere, skittering over my skin like a thousand threads pulling all at once, sending me tumbling.

I lost track of how many times he coaxed my body to climax, how often he flooded the entrance to my womb with his cum.Time lost meaning, and when his knot finally softened and he eased from my warmth, it came as a shock…like being together was the perfect state, and this open emptiness was no longer who I was.

As he coaxed me onto my back, I made halfhearted swipes at him.

His chuckle was dark and not entirely human.

He was an alpha.He had an inner beast.Why would I think he was human anymore?

Then again, neither was I.

With his big body caging mine, his lips latched onto a nipple, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it.My poor abused pussy clenched, sending out a flood of cum.His head popped up, and I blinked to find him staring at my pussy with a brooding expression that stopped and started my heart in quick succession and brought another unwelcome contraction.

I felt…full still, and yet empty.

I did not like the way he was staring, nor the flare of arousal battering my mind.

Wicked.

He was going to do wicked things to me—tease me, teach me, make me beg to be knotted.

I knew I would.This emptiness demanded I be filled.I was sore, exhausted, yet when a wave of heat flushed over my body, I knew my heat was not close to being done with me yet.

A single thick finger pressed into me.

I hissed and bared my teeth at him, reminding him that I wasn’t human either, not anymore.Perhaps I never had been.I needed more than his inadequate finger that was pumping with agonizing slowness.I needed the rough rutting.I needed his knot.

“What’s the matter, baby?”He pulled his finger out, scooped up some of the spilled cum, and forced it back in.

When I struggled, he captured my hands, pinning them under the flat of his palm against my belly, trapping me.

I fought, slipping one hand free and raking his chest with my nails, both of us breathing heavily, staring at one another with matching feral hunger.His fingers left my pussy.I missed even that small intimacy.Expression darkening, he took both wrists and pinned them to the nest above my head and dropped enough of his weight onto my wriggling body to make his domination of me absolute.

“Let me go!”

“No.”

He was calm where I was a storm.

I wanted to rake my nails over his flesh.I wanted to bite until I tasted blood.

And I would.

But most of all, I felt a deep imperative—an ache to be filled, to be complete, to find that place again where we were one.

“You swore you would always let me go,” I threw back at him.

Even as I said the words, I knew the connection blooming between us would reveal it as a lie.

Blue-gray eyes held mine as he brushed the pad of his thumb over my cheek in a demonstration of tenderness, like he was further taunting my inner vixen that was very much in heat.

“Ah, baby,” he said.“Did you think this was a game?You’re an omega in heat.I’m an alpha, and in case you’re confused, I’m giving you exactly what you need.Now be a good girl for me.You know you want my knot, and I’m going to give it to you.I’m going to fill your hot, needy cunt until it’s full, and then I’m going to force you to take more.”

The bond told me the truth of this, and then the man demonstrated it to me, over and over again.

ChapterTwenty-One

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