Her body screamed at her to tell him what he wanted to hear, to give in to him, but her mind resisted, trying its best to keep control, to not hand it all over to this stranger she now found herself beholden to in the most intimate way. He was relentless, taunting her with each thrust of his cock.
“If you say it, I will stop teasing you. I will let you come.”
In her heightened state of arousal, she found herself giving in, giving him what he wanted – maybe even what she wanted.
“I’m yours,” she gasped, and it seemed to be exactly what he needed to hear, but he wasn’t quite there yet.
“Tell me you’re my forever. Tell me you’ll want this forever,” he said, slamming into her again, letting her feel his powerful cock spreading her open like only he could.
Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she told him what he wanted to hear. He leaned down and kissed her, letting his lips drift down her neck and across her clavicle, sinking his teeth lightly into her skin. His thrusts sped up, hitting her g-spot hard and fast until she was exploding again.
“You feel so good. Keep telling me how much you want this,” he moaned, pumping her harder as his knot had swelled, locking them together again. His teeth sank harder into her shoulder as he blasted his load deep inside her. She screamed aloud as he quivered and shook with his release. It felt like her whole body was on fire, every nerve ending singing as he filled her full of his seed.
She had been claimed as his mate forever. It didn’t matter if she wanted it, if she was ready for it. It was beyond the both of him. She had gone into heat and it had sent him into rut in response. It was a misconception that her kind’s monthly menstrual cycle was synonymous with being in heat. They were two different things.
If she had possessed any way of knowing that she would go into heat, she would have never accepted a date with him. It had never happened to her before - the way his scent drove her to spiral out of control. They had fucked over and over, primal couplings that left them both exhausted and sore. They came together, over and over again, until neither had anything left to give, or so she thought, but she knew, had she not sent him away when she woke up, they would have only started over again, giving themselves to one another until they both dropped.
Each time they fucked, his knot grew bigger and the sex more animated. In between the wild sex, he was gentle with her, holding her and kissing her with a passion unmatched by anyone she’d ever been with. There was a mix of so many emotions. She felt relieved to have found someone so perfect. She felt ecstatic and proud. Mostly, she felt satisfied. Satisfied beyond anything she had ever felt in her life.
If only she could have just accepted it and been happy with it. Instead, she had pushed him away. She couldn’t handle what he was offering her. She couldn’t control herself around him. The only way she knew how to deal with keeping her own identity was to stay as far away from him as possible and that had been much harder than she had wanted to admit even to herself.
The thoughts were still clear in her mind, the memories of what she’d experienced with him. Even keeping him at a distance, they still whirled about her head and crept into her dreams, his body filling her vision at night when she was alone and touched herself. Why she had agreed to go out with him again was beyond her.
She wasn’t in any danger of going into heat again so soon, but they were past that now. He’d established himself as her true mate and that is what he would always be, whether she allowed him to touch her or not. She would always belong to him in a way she could never belong to another Alpha.
Could she go on and live a decent life with someone else? Yes, it was possible. Omegas lost their mates all the time, to disease, accident, age. They remarried, started new families, but no one would ever be what their true mate had been to them. To deny the Alpha you were meant for was like giving up the most intense passion you could ever hope to find.
It was like losing your first love after years of marriage and never finding another love like his. Anyone else that came along would always be second best. You could be content with someone else, but they would never be as great as what you had before. They would never be your greatest love because you only get one.