I shifted the other from her pussy to my cock. Wet, hot heat enveloped my cockhead, and I groaned, all thoughts vanishing at that first, blissful touch of her cunt.
“Modi-oh! Ow! Slow… Please, slow!” Annabel’s voice hitched as I pushed up inside of her, hilting her to the balls. She was so blessedly tight—too tight. A week without penetration had allowed her slick tunnel to turn less pliable.
“You wanted to get fucked,” I snarled. I pulled my hips back, only to thrust back into her tight flesh with the full force of my divine body. “Little omega… you will be fucked.”
She howled underneath me, rearing up in an instinctive bid to save her little pussy. I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades and pinned her to the trunk, grabbing her hip for leverage with the other, and fucked up into her again.
And again. Her reason for being was to quell my need, quell the flaming anger, the devastation, the choking sense of despair, and I was not going to let her escape before she had done her duty. She was my omega, my vessel, my reason for existing.
Fuck!
Furious that even now, even as I pummeled her body to the tune of her screams and the wet thwacks of my hips smacking against her pussy and ass, I could not release the knowledge that all I was, was for her. Centuries of existing, centuries of building my power, of gaining glory and might on the battlefield meant nothing. The only thing that would ever matter was this tiny, infuriating human and how tightly she had me wrapped around her will.
Oh, but by the stars, she felt… she felt like life. I snarled with pleasure into the fog, clutching at her hip, drowning myself in her for every full thrust into her tight heat. Right now, there was only us. One in flesh as well as spirit.
I took her for every ounce she had and gave her everything of myself in return. I fucked her until her whimpers and cries turned to passionate moans, I fucked her through one orgasm, and then another. I fucked her until her moans turned to whimpers once more, pleas to finish spilling from her lips.
Finally, some long minutes later, when my rage was a distant memory and pleasure rolled through my veins like thunder, did I surrender to her cunt’s demands.
“Mate,” I moaned. “Anna!”
It was all the warning she had before my knot swelled hard and fast. I pressed inside her fully and stilled, instincts making me keep a firm hold of my mate as the thickness in her entrance turned painful and she squirmed to escape. I kept her pinned, forced her to accept the harsh stretch, groaning her name over and over while shudders of pleasure from the depths of my being wracked my powerful body.
My seed spilled into her in pulses, filling her in rhythm with my heartbeats. Completing our union in the most ancient, most primal way nature had created. In that moment, we were nothing but a man and his mate. An alpha worshipping his omega how she was born to be worshipped.
I relaxed over Annabel’s prone body, wrapping my arms around her torso to ward her from the cold mist.
She gasped at the movement, shifting restlessly underneath me, the pull from our tie no doubt unpleasant. I hummed soothingly against her ear and reached underneath her to rub her clit.
Annabel moaned softly, her body turning instantly pliable underneath me. “Purr,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams. “Purr for me, Modi.”
It took maybe twenty minutes before my brain came back from orbit. When I came to my senses again, I was lying on top of Annabel, keeping just enough weight off that she could still breathe. My purr rumbled loudly through the nothingness, keeping the omega underneath me docile despite the uncomfortableness of the rough tree trunk she was pressed into.
I swallowed the rumble in my chest, cutting the sound off so instantaneously the silence following seemed deafening.
Annabel finally stirred. “Mm? Is something wrong?” Her voice was groggy.
“Shh,” I hissed, straining my senses against the fog. No sound reached me, and my nostrils were full of nothing but the scent of our sex. I waited for a full minute in silence before I finally relaxed. No beasts had snuck up on us while we mated.
Stupid.
I had lost myself completely in her, to the point that I had stopped paying attention to our surroundings. We might not have seen