The only thing that was left was me and him.
Us.
That was the only thing that mattered now.
I sniffled and pressed up enough to meet his eyes.
“Are you ready, little sigma? Do you want to feel your alpha’s cock?”
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him, but most of all I needed to feel that connection between him and me in the most primal of ways.
Our bodies as one. His pleasure and mine.
I needed everything.
He curled his arm around me and lifted me enough so that he could free his cock. There was no more teasing or preamble. Instead, he set me down straight on his cock and I took every inch of it.
With the toy inside my bottom, I felt so incredibly full. His cock stretched my pussy so much so that it burned with pain at the same time that I moaned in pleasure.
The sensations warred with each other until they meshed together into one.
“Move, little sigma. You have permission to come as many times as you want, but before this is through, you will take my knot deep inside that pretty little pussy. Then I’m going to mark it with my seed,” he warned and the orgasm he’d teased me with crashed forward with fervid intensity.
I cried out in shock and he chuckled.
“You protest, little sigma, but your pussy clenched so tightly around my cock that I know you want it too,” he said with a soft snarl and my core cramped down even harder.
A hot blush raced over my cheeks and he smirked knowingly.
“Now ride my cock, sigma. Scream my name as you come for me,” he demanded.
I didn’t think. I just did.
My hips rolled of their own accord, taking him as deeply as I could. His hand reached down between us and his thumb settled on top of my clit. I rocked back and forth, and I gasped as that single thumb dragged up and down my clit.
Fuck.
That felt good.
Really fucking good.
I didn’t stop. I only rode him harder.
That first orgasm exploded over me with such consuming intensity that I started screaming his name as soon as it began.
“Alpha, please, Alpha,” I begged. I knew my words didn’t make any sense. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. In my desperation, I called for him as I drowned in the overwhelming pleasure he’d stoked inside of me.
That first explosion detonated inside of me and ravaged me from within. I was blinded by the white-hot ecstasy of that orgasm as it obliterated every other rational thought in my head.
All of the pain and pleasure rendered me undone.
I have no idea how many orgasms he gave me that day. I rode his cock until sweat dampened my brow and dripped down my back. My muscles burned and ached, but still I pressed on, taking everything he gave me and more.
My backside burned hot from his punishment and my bottom hole ached, but it all combined to heighten my pleasure to a level that I didn’t think possible.
I came alive that day and so did my instincts as an omega.
He was mine.
Only mine.
With a snarl, I bit into his shoulder. I marked him as mine once and for all.
The bond exploded between us in a brilliant fiery display as I chose him for myself. With my mark, our bond could develop fully and at that same moment, his knot inflated inside me.
It hooked us together physically at the same time the mark connected us for the rest of eternity.
I screamed and still my body took all of him.
He groaned and his seed spurted up deep inside of me. With every hot splash of his cum, my orgasm devastated me from within. My core pulsed as his thumb dragged out my pleasure.
We were safe.
We were together.
We were one.
Forever.
When my mind-bending pleasure finally began to recede, I pulled back and kissed the mark I’d left behind. Before, the bond had tied us together, but now it was so much more.
I didn’t even have to say the words.
He knew what I wanted to say, and he said it first.
“I love you, my beautiful sigma. No matter what happens next, we will always have each other,” he whispered hoarsely.
With every word, my heart pulsed.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
Epilogue
Ivar
I hadn’t been completely honest with Ariana. Sure, it was true that it was my mission to build the Brotherhood’s army and bring age-old alliances back to life, but that was only part of it. Two members of the Cult had escaped the city of Kingsworth, and it was my job to tail one of them.
The man I was tasked with following was the Recruiter.
The Ghost had decided to deal with the Prophet himself.
I’d kept my eyes on the man when he’d climbed onto his horse in the dead of night. I’d followed his path a fair distance along the road.
I knew what direction he was going. He was heading into the wilds and there were a number of places he could be heading.
I had planned to stay and watch over Ariana for a time longer, but the Recruiter’s quick exit had made that impossible. With more haste than I typically cared for, I’d delivered her father’s gift. I knew she could handle the Acolyte, especially now with Magnar at her side.
I gently kicked my black stallion’s flanks and flicked the reins against his throat.
It was time for my journey to begin.
The End
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