Chapter 32

The scent of her heat, a potent mix of lily of the valley and vanilla, was driving me wild. It was a perfume that seemed to seep into my very bones, a siren call that I couldn’t resist. Xiomara, my Mara, was spread out beneath me like a feast, her pale skin flushed, and her blue eyes glazed over with desire. She was losing herself to the primal need of her omega instincts, and I was more than ready to answer that call.

I trailed kisses up her smooth thighs, savoring the sweet taste of her slick on my lips. The musky aroma was intoxicating, fueling the alpha within me. I could feel the beast inside me pacing, eager to claim what was ours. She squirmed under my touch, her body begging for more, her words a litany of need and desperation.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a ragged gasp. “I need you. I need your knot.”

Her pleas went straight to my cock, already hard and aching for her. I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my length teasing her wet heat. I wanted to savor this moment, to draw out the exquisite anticipation that was making her tremble beneath me. But her need was a palpable thing, a living force that demanded satisfaction.

With a low growl, I surged forward, filling her in one sure thrust. Her body stretched to accommodate me, the tight grip of her walls almost too much to bear. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as I began to move. I set a brutal pace, each stroke designed to stoke the fire that was consuming us both.

I could feel her climax building quickly, her muscles tensing around me as she teetered on the edge. I wanted to feel her fall apart, to milk my knot with the rhythmic pulses of her release. I drove into her harder, deeper, each thrust punctuated by her cries of pleasure.

“Come for me, Mara,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. “Come on my knot.”

As if my words were the key to unlocking her pleasure, she shattered around me. Her inner walls clamped down, the sensation dragging a guttural moan from my throat. Her orgasm was a thing of beauty, a wild abandon that consumed her completely.

In the throes of her release, I struck, sinking my teeth into the bonding gland on her neck. The taste of her blood, rich and warm, flooded my senses. The bond between us snapped into place, a rush of energy that was almost as intense as the physical pleasure coursing through my veins.

Her orgasm intensified with the bite, a second wave of ecstasy that ripped a scream from her throat. The sound of her pleasure triggered my own release, my knot swelling to fill her completely. The physical connection between us was mirrored by the spiritual, our souls binding together as tightly as our bodies.

Locked together by my knot, I could feel every ripple of her pleasure, every aftershock that wracked her body. It was a feedback loop of ecstasy, each of us amplifying the other’s satisfaction. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the wet slap of skin on skin, the harsh rasp of our breaths, the soft mewling cries that escaped her lips.

We were two halves of a whole, joined in the most intimate of ways. The bond between us was unbreakable, a testament to the depth of our connection. In that moment, there was nothing else—no world outside these four walls, no past regrets or future uncertainties. There was only Mara and me, and the white-hot fusion of our bodies and souls.

The scent of her heat was a drug in my veins, a potent elixir that clouded my thoughts and sharpened my instincts. Mara was a vision beneath me, her body writhing with need, her eyes dark with the primal force of her omega nature. Her heat was a relentless tide, and I was the shore, shaped and reshaped by the ebb and flow of her desire.

Her pussy clenched around my knot, the tight, wet heat of her nearly enough to send me over the edge once more. But I was far from done. I reached into the nightstand, my fingers closing around the cool, slick silicone of the dildo I had brought for this very purpose. I wanted to fill her completely, to claim every inch of her body as mine.

I coated the toy with her slick, the viscous fluid making it glide effortlessly. Her eyes widened as I pressed the tip against the tight pucker of her ass. She moaned, the sound a mix of anticipation and need. I pushed forward gently, watching as her body yielded to the intrusion, accepting the dildo with the same eagerness it had shown my cock.

The sensation of the toy moving in her ass was exquisite, the thin barrier between it and my knot allowing me to feel every thrust, every shiver of pleasure that coursed through her body. I began to move the dildo in tandem with the subtle rocking of our hips, the dual penetration driving her wild.

“Alpha,” she panted, her voice barely more than a guttural growl. “More. Please, more.”

I was more than happy to oblige. I increased the pace, fucking her ass with the dildo while my knot remained locked inside her pussy. The pressure was intense, a delicious friction that was rapidly pushing me towards the brink. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing around me as she neared the precipice.

Her nails raked down my back, the sharp sting of pain only serving to heighten my pleasure. She was a creature of pure instinct, her actions driven by the primal need to claim and be claimed. Her teeth sank into my forearm, the bite a wordless declaration of possession. It was a pain I welcomed, a mark that I wore with pride. I hope it scarred.

I could feel the waves of her orgasm approaching, a storm that threatened to sweep us both away. I drove the dildo deep into her ass, pressing my knot firmly against her g-spot. She screamed my name, her body convulsing as the force of her climax milked my cock. The sensation was too much to bear, and with a final, desperate thrust, I came again, my release flooding her already sopping pussy.

The world narrowed to the sensation of her body around mine, the pulsing of her walls, the warmth of her breath against my skin. I was in heaven, a realm of pure sensation where nothing existed but the two of us and the bond that tied us together. I was determined to stay completely knotted inside of her for the entirety of her heat, to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body that I could.

As her orgasm subsided, I slowed my movements, content to bask in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy. But the heat was a relentless master, and it wasn’t long before the need began to build once more. I could feel the stirrings of arousal, a slow burn that promised more pleasure to come.

I withdrew the dildo from her ass, eliciting a whimper of protest from Mara. But I had no intention of leaving her wanting. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I began to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, each stroke designed to stoke the fire within her once more.

Her hips bucked against my hand, her body already responding to my touch. I could feel her slick coating my fingers, a testament to the depth of her arousal. I continued to tease her, my fingers dancing over her clit while my knot remained firmly lodged inside her pussy.

The need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every way possible, was a driving force within me. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled together, a mimicry of the act our bodies were engaged in. She tasted of sweetness and sin, a flavor that I would never tire of.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck to the bonding mark I had left there. I nipped at the skin, reveling in the way her body shuddered beneath me. She was mine, completely and irrevocably mine. And I would spend the rest of this heat proving that to her, over and over again.

As her arousal grew, I reached once more for the dildo. I wanted to fill her again, to feel her body stretch to accommodate both the toy and my knot. I pressed the tip against her ass, pushing forward until it was seated fully inside her. She moaned, her body arching off the bed as she adjusted to the sensation.

I began to move again, the rhythm slow and deliberate. I wanted to draw this out, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. I could feel her responding to me, her body moving in sync with mine as we chased the next peak together.

Her nails dug into my skin once more, the sharp pain a stark contrast to the waves of pleasure that were coursing through my body. I could feel the tension building within her, a coiled spring that was ready to release at any moment. I redoubled my efforts, my fingers working her clit in time with the thrusts of the dildo.

“Come for me, Mara,” I growled, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Come on my knot. Let me feel you come apart.”

Her body convulsed around me, her muscles clamping down on my knot and the dildo in her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that swept me along in its wake. I came with a roar, my release triggering another wave of ecstasy that left us both spent and gasping for air.

We lay there in the aftermath, our bodies still joined together. Her heat was far from over, but for the moment, we were content to simply be, to revel in the bond that tied us together. I knew that there would be more pleasure, more passion, more claiming before the heat ran its course. But for now, this was enough.

I withdrew the dildo from her ass, tossing it aside carelessly. I shifted my weight, careful not to tug my knot from it’s resting place inside of her. I wanted to stay connected to her for as long as possible, to savor the feeling of her body wrapped around mine.

I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers tracing the contours of her cheek. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even. She was beautiful like this, sated and content, her body basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She murmured something unintelligible, her body shifting slightly beneath me. I could feel the stirrings of her heat once more, a low hum of arousal that promised more pleasure to come.

But for now, we would rest. We would recharge, gathering our strength for the next wave of her heat. Because I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Mara would soon be begging for more. And I would be more than ready to give it to her.