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It’s not even the sensation of how well she holds my cock that pushes me over. No, it’s the swell of love in my chest that this is the one woman I’ve been missing for my whole, long life.
My orgasm bursts through and out of me, rising from the base of my spine where my balls have pulled up. It’s white-hot pleasure that crashes through me like a breaking wave. I unload into her, deep in her pussy, an excess of come that will soothe her heat for as long as it’s in her. I fall onto her, unable to keep myself up, even on my elbows.
My body cracks, and I think of my octopus relatives who die after reproduction. No wonder. This is a death I welcome.
She gasps and moans as I spurt my seed, relaxing and allowing me in more.
And my knot slides into her, slotting into place, and locking us together.
Chapter 8
Isla
Mate, mate, mate.
It’s a drum beat in my chest. In my blood.
Slowly, I realise where I am, a haze clearing. And there’s pleasure and contentment instead of the all-encompassing pain and heat. I’m still warm, but it’s a welcoming glow from my insides, a soft light in darkness.
I’m pressed down onto a bed by a big alpha. He’s heavy, and the weight of his chest makes my breathing shallow. But it’s so good in a way I can’t describe.
He’s inside me.
His cock, including his knot that is sending bliss through me. The fresh scent of him fills my nose, an edge of salt on my tongue. It’s intense and delicious, and I breathe him in greedy gulps.
Mate, mate, mate.
The thought pulses in my blood. It’s probably some weird instinct caused by not being on suppressants, or having sex and being knotted.
I don’t say anything, because I don’t want to freak out this kind alpha who is helping me. Omegas are deranged at the best of times during a heat. Or so I’m told. I knew about the pain, but no one told me about this feeling of being protected by an alpha. Being his whole obsessive world, at least for this moment.
Mate.
His come keeps pumping out of him, and into me. It’s filling me up and seeping out of the edges of where we join, despite it being sealed tight. My thighs are covered with slick, and I blush as I remember him licking me.
Then I jolt as I recall what happened before that. The monster in the sea.
Could this alpha taste him on me? They can be possessive, even of females they’re only with temporarily. Alphas are feared because they’ll turn violent in a snap.
His head is next to mine, his breath on my cheek.
“Omega,” he whispers. “My little omega.”
It’s a dark, rough statement, and it thrills as much as scares me.
“Alpha,” I reply, my uncertainty bleeding into my voice.
Mate.
He purrs, deep and resonant, and the comfort flows into me. He draws me to him, taking a long breath from my neck.
“You smell so good. Like sweet lemons and clementines,” he mutters.
I don’t understand how this is relevant. “You smell delicious too. Like salt and fresh air.”
He’s still entirely hard, and though I have no experience of this, I know from whispers of other omega females that knotting can last hours. I’m not averse to that idea. Being close to this alpha is wonderful.
Though, I’m not sure what to do. There’s a buzz of pleasure from his cock, and my pussy is on the cusp of something overwhelming. An edge that isn’t an orgasm exactly, but is a bliss stronger than I’ve felt before.
