Chapter 3

The weight of his body pressing me into the furs is both terrifying and exhilarating. I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh, a promise of the possession to come. His hands frame my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as his eyes burn into mine.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he murmurs, though the predatory glint in his eyes tells me he has no intention of letting me go. “Once I claim you, there’s no turning back.”

I shake my head, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. “I don’t want to turn back.”

His smile is triumphant, devastatingly handsome. “Good girl.”

He shifts his weight, settling between my thighs, which part instinctively to accommodate him. I can feel the heat of his arousal against my entrance, slick and ready. My body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with awareness.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I force my eyes to meet his as he begins to press forward. “I want to see your face when I claim you.”

The initial pressure is uncomfortable, a stretching sensation that makes me tense. Magnus notices immediately, his stilling as he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead.

“Relax, little omega,” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Breathe with me. In... and out.” He demonstrates, and I follow his lead, the tension slowly draining from my body as I match his rhythm.

“That’s it,” he praises, pressing forward again, slowly this time. “Just like that. Open for me, baby. Let your alpha in.”

The stretching intensifies, a burning sensation that borders on pain, but beneath it, something else is stirring—a deep, primal pleasure that makes my toes curl. I gasp as he pushes deeper, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Almost there,” he grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Just a little more...”

With one final thrust, he breaks through my barrier, and I cry out at the sharp, fleeting pain. Magnus stills completely, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as we both breathe heavily.

“Okay?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.

I nod, unable to speak, tears gathering in my eyes from the intensity of the sensation.

He kisses them away, his lips gentle against my eyelids. “The worst is over, little omega. Now the fun begins.”

As if to prove his point, he begins to move, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence as my body responds to his. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through me, building upon each other until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Magnus,” I gasp, his name like a prayer on my lips. “Please...”

“Please what?” he demands, his rhythm never faltering. “Tell me what you need.”

“More,” I beg, arching against him. “Harder. Please, harder.”

His laugh is dark, triumphant. “That’s my girl. Taking what she needs from her alpha.” He increases his pace, driving into me with powerful strokes that make the bed creak in protest. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a proper mate?”

“Yes!” I cry, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him down for a kiss. “Yes, exactly like this!”

The pleasure builds to an impossible height, coiling deep in my stomach like a spring wound too tight. I’m teetering on the edge, so close I can taste it, but not quite there.

“Please,” I whimper against his lips. “I’m so close...”

“I know, baby,” he grunts, reaching between us to circle my clit with his thumb. “Let go for me. Come on your alpha’s cock.”

That’s all it takes. The additional stimulation sends me over the edge, and I shatter around him, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My inner muscles clench around him, and he groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release.

“Fuck,” he growls, burying his face in my neck as he finds his own climax, hot and deep inside me. “Mine. You’re all mine.”

We lie tangled together for long moments, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing gradually returning to normal. I expect him to roll away, to fall asleep like the men in stories do, but instead, he shifts to his side, pulling me with him so we’re face to face.

“Not bad for a first time,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “But we’ve barely scratched the surface of what I’m going to teach you.”

My eyes widen at his words, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “You’re not... done?”

Magnus laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my entire body. “Little omega, I’m just getting started.” He rolls us suddenly, so I’m straddling him, his hands resting on my hips. “Now, it’s your turn to be in charge. Show me what you’ve learned.”

I look down at him, at the magnificent body spread out beneath me, at the renewed interest already stirring between his legs. A surge of confidence rushes through me, the omega in me awakening to her power.

“Like this?” I ask, experimentally rocking my hips.

His eyes darken with pleasure. “Exactly like that. Don’t stop.”

I find my rhythm, moving above him, my breasts swaying with each motion. The position gives me a new kind of power, allowing me to control the depth and angle of each stroke. I experiment, leaning forward to change the sensation, then sitting back up to take him deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”

I do, losing myself in the pleasure, in the power of having this strong alpha at my mercy. His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples, reaching down to stroke my clit as I move above him. The second orgasm builds more slowly this time, but it’s no less intense when it finally crashes over me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

Magnus flips us again before I’ve completely recovered, this time maneuvering me onto my hands and knees. He enters me from behind, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before, hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Oh god,” I gasp, dropping my forehead to the furs as he sets a punishing rhythm. “Magnus...”

“You feel so good like this,” he grunts, his hands gripping my hips as he drives into me. “So tight, so wet. Made for me.”

One hand slides around my front, finding my clit again, and I cry out as he circles the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The double stimulation is almost too much, pushing me quickly toward another peak.

“Not yet,” he commands, sensing how close I am. “Wait for me. Together this time.”

I struggle to obey, to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me, but it’s a losing battle. When he leans forward, his chest pressing against my back, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder, I lose control completely.

“Now, little omega,” he growls against my ear. “Come for me now.”

I shatter with a scream, my body convulsing with pleasure as he finds his own release deep inside me. We collapse together onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction, my body humming with contentment.

Magnus pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead gently. “Rest now,” he murmurs. “But don’t get too comfortable. We have a lot more positions to try before morning.”

I snuggle against him, already drifting toward sleep, a smile on my face. For the first time in my life, I feel completely and utterly claimed. And I’ve never been happier.