But as magnificent as his body was, it was still terrifying.
There was no getting around the fact that every part of him was just too big. He would never fit inside her. Not a chance.
"I'm not sure this is going to work."
His smirk grew. "Oh, it'll work. You'll be squirming underneath me again in no time."
"Actually…" Cassidy's face heated. And because embarrassment always made her retreat to the clinical terms she was most comfortable with, she added, "Only a third of women report being able to achieve multiple orgasms during a single session, and unfortunately I've never fallen into that category."
"Is that right, Doctor?" he said.
"You're making fun of me." Cassidy knew her face must be bright red, but it wasn't funny. How was she supposed to satisfy an alpha of Samson's size? She wished she had asked Hannah more questions about technique.
"I'm about to prove you wrong."
Cassidy gasped as he slid his hand between her folds, gathering her wetness between his fingers. She couldn't help but watch as he stroked the slick up and down the length of his cock.
"You know why those little beta pups couldn't make you come again and again?" he asked.
Cassidy shook her head. She didn't trust herself to open her mouth and speak. She was too transfixed by the sight of his hand caressing his cock—the long strokes, the slight twist of his wrist, the heavy weight of the shaft against his palm.
"Because they weren't me," Samson said. "You didn't belong to them. You were born for me alone."
Slowly—deliberately—he moved back over her.
"And that's why you'll be able to take this cock," he continued. "That's why it'll make you come again and again. That's why you'll crave it forever afterward."
Cassidy found herself gasping for air as Samson positioned himself between her thighs. Her legs were stretched to the limit. Her pussy was wet and aching. She needed to be filled, precisely like he'd said she would.
And just as he'd promised, she was begging for it.
"Please," she found herself whispering, even though a second ago she'd been afraid that his cock—huge and rigid with his own desire—would tear her in two.
"Yes," Samson said, uttering the single syllable like an oath. He grasped his cock and guided it against her opening—nudging, stroking, circling, coating himself with her slick.
Cassidy moaned as the muscles of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. There was a brief second of exquisite pain as she arched against him, trying to force him deeper, but then his cock slipped past her opening, and everything changed.
Pleasure, like nothing she'd experienced before, rushed through all the pathways of her body. Cassidy threw her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, trying to ride the sensation.
"Samson," she cried out as pushed all the way inside.
"Yes," he growled against her ear. "This is when you call my name."
By the time he'd pulled back, Cassidy was already on the brink of another orgasm—this one even stronger and more powerful than the one before.
How was that possible? Cassidy had no idea. There was no precedent for this in her research…but Cassidy Carr, Ph.D. candidate in the field of Alpha Studies, was long gone, and the pleasure-drunk woman who had taken her place was barely capable of coherent thought.
All she knew was that she was coming again.
And again.
And again.
She lost track of time. Lost track of reality. Until all she knew was the feel of his body and the mind-altering pleasure it brought.
Minutes—maybe hours—passed, but Samson never slowed. His stamina was boundless.
Cassidy's, unfortunately, was not, and she found herself growing weak and incoherent as brutal waves of pleasure mercilessly rocked her to the core.
Suddenly, she felt Samson stiffen inside her. Somehow, she found the strength to lift her head and watch as he threw back his head. His arms tightened into rigid beams as he sunk himself down to the hilt. His jaw tensed. His eyes squeezed shut.
And then he roared.
The sound filled the room. Shook the doors and rattled the windows.
For a moment, shock managed to push past Cassidy’s exhaustion, and all of her senses came to life again as she felt a swelling inside her—a pulsing ache that transformed to pleasure as it grew and grew. She tried to move but couldn't. The fullness was locked inside her, holding her tight.
The intensity of the sensation made the other blistering orgasms pale in comparison. Those had been amazing, but this…
This was ecstasy.
Pure sensation overloaded her brain. A fog of black sparkles filled Cassidy's vision. A few breaths later, she felt herself falling away.
Just before she passed out, she realized what she was feeling.
His knot.
But that was impossible. An alpha's knot couldn't swell for a beta—and yet Samson's had.
For her.
Chapter Eight
Samson gazed down at the beta woman lying in his arms. His knot had eased a full hour ago, but he couldn't seem to pull himself away.
From the second that he'd first felt the walls of Cassidy’s pussy tighten around his shaft, he'd known that this wasn't going to be a typical fuck. The feelings he had for Cassidy were strong and confusing, sure, but he'd never allowed himself to dream that his knot would ever swell for her.
It just wasn't possible.
And yet, that's exactly what had happened.
Not only had he just experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life, but he'd also bonded with the woman who'd coaxed it out of him.
His woman.
For a wild second, Samson thought that maybe she truly was an omega—but no. Her nature was clear.
They'd screwed for hours because they wanted to, not because of some overpowering instinctual urge. Cassidy had begged for his cock, but not because she was in mindless heat. Her body had been exhausted after only a few hours instead of the days that omegas were known to last for.
She was a beta through and through.
But his knot had still formed for her.
Cassidy stirred, a sigh escaping her lips as she nestled her head deeper into the hollow of his pillow. Even
