Page 18 of Omega on the Rocks
“I do,” he said, his voice a vow made of ash and fire. “I love you, Malachi. I loved you the moment I heard your voice. The moment I saw you with my wolf’s eyes.”
He stood with me in his arms, carrying me toward the bed like a man possessed.
And as he laid me down, stripping his clothes with shaking hands, I knew—this wasn’t the end of our breaking. It was the beginning of our becoming.
Kieran's eyes blazed with a feral intensity as he crawled over me, his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the hard length of his cock pressing against my thigh, leaking precum that mixed with my own slick.
"Mine," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine, Malachi. Forever."
I whimpered, my legs falling open, inviting him in, begging for the fulfillment that only he could provide. "Please, Keiran. I need you. I need your knot. I need you to claim me, to fill me with your seed. Make me yours. Make me whole."
He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock head teasing my slick folds, spreading my arousal. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet him, desperate for more. With a powerfulthrust, he sheathed himself inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Fuck, preacher," he groaned, his hips beginning to move in a primal, relentless rhythm. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
I cried out, my nails digging into his back, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me, each stroke rubbing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension in my belly that was ready to snap.
"Keiran," I moaned, my voice a desperate plea. "I'm close. I'm so close. Please, don't stop. Don't ever stop."
He growled in response, his pace increasing, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each powerful stroke. I could feel his knot swelling, stretching me, preparing to lock us together in the most intimate of ways.
"Come for me, preacher," he commanded, his voice laced with alpha power. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you need me."
And I did. With a cry that was half pleasure, half desperation, I came undone, my body convulsing around his cock, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine. Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his hot seed filling me, marking me from the inside out, mixing with my slick, a primal claiming that left us both breathless and sated.
But he wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot.
Kieran's knot swelled fully, locking us together, sealing his seed inside me. I moaned, the sensation of being filled so completely, so intimately, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, devouring me.
"Mine," he growled against my lips, his hips still moving, his knot rubbing against my prostate with each small thrust. "You're mine, Malachi. Forever."
I whimpered, my body already building towards another orgasm, the intensity of the sensation almost too much to bear. "Keiran," I gasped. "I can't—I can't take any more. It's too much. You're too much."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You can take it, preacher. You were made for this. Made for me."
And with that, he began to move in earnest, his hips thrusting against mine, his knot rubbing against my prostate with each powerful stroke. I screamed, my body convulsing around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire, leaving me breathless and boneless in its wake.
Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, mixing with the first load, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his knot still locked inside me, keeping us connected, keeping us one.
As his knot began to subside, he pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my body aching for more, craving the fulfillment that only he could provide. Kieran's eyes blazed with a feral intensity, and he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees.
"Stay there, preacher," he commanded, his voice a low, primal growl. "Don't move. You're mine to do with as I please."
I shivered, my body responding to his alpha power, my ass pushing back against him, begging for more. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck, marking me with his scent, claiming me as his own. I moaned, my head falling forward, my hair spilling over my face, hiding me from the world, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, a willing sacrifice to his primal needs.
Kieran's cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment. But instead of pushing in, he reached around, his fingers circling my slit, teasing the sensitive flesh, dipping into the precum that beaded at the tip. I gasped, my hips bucking back against him, seeking more, needing more.
"Please, Keiran," I begged, my voice a desperate plea. "I need you. I need your cock. I need you to fill me, to claim me, to mark me as yours."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience, preacher. I'm going to give you what you need. Every last drop."
With that, he pushed into me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me, claiming me once more. I cried out, my body convulsing around him, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine.
Kieran began to move, his hips thrusting against mine in a primal, relentless rhythm, each stroke rubbing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. But he wasn't done with me yet. As he fucked me, he reached around, his fingers circling my slit once more, teasing the sensitive flesh, dipping into the precum that beaded at the tip.
I moaned, my body trembling with need, my hips bucking back against him, meeting his thrusts, begging for more. And then, with a sudden, shocking movement, he pushed his finger intothe tip of my cock, fucking the inside of my cock as he fucked my ass, his other hand gripping my hip, holding me in place for his claiming.
"Fuck, preacher," he groaned, his voice laced with primal need. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect. I could do this forever."
