“Faster,” she breathed on a lengthy moan.

There was such pleasure in his voice, Shepherd gently rocking his hips to fill her cunt in slow measure. “No, little one.”

It went on for hours, until she was shuddering and cooing small sounds of pleasure. This was how it had been in those first weeks, but the underlying distress was different. She was no longer afraid of what he could do to her; she was far more afraid of her mutilated sense of self and what she very much wanted from him.

A warm hand stroked from hip to breast, over and over, leaving a trail of soft tingles and ending with a little squeeze of her tight nipple until she whimpered for more and spread wider in invitation.

“Open your eyes.”

How many times had he already commanded her to do so? Why did he have to make her look? Complying, her green eyes met beautiful silver. She saw her palm cradle his cheek, she saw him kiss the tip of her thumb.

A catch of breath and a long shuddering sigh came from the Omega. “I can’t… I need…”

The purr built from deep within Shepherd’s chest, the Alpha observing each minute reaction of pleasure on her face. “Soften, little one. Let it happen this way. There is no more need to fight what we are.”

He wove his fingers into hers, his sweat-slicked muscles moving over her entire body. Each time he had her stuffed full, he’d grind his groin in a tight circle to tease at her clit, drawing sounds from the Omega that made his balls tighten.

Shepherd’s name came to her lips when she felt that first fluttering of the hour’s long building climax, a name she never wanted to call out in passion again.

There was not even a hint of a veiling fog in her mind when she felt tears leak from her eyes and her cunt squeezed like a fist around his swelling knot. Claire orgasmed completely, powerfully aware of Shepherd, her insides vigorously milking his cock, drawing out every last drop of his come as the man groaned in his own ecstasy.

Boneless, vibrating from the humming thread, Claire didn’t know what to do. The feeling of his cheek slipped past her palm, the Omega wilting against the mattress.

“That was perfect.” He kissed her slack lips, nuzzled her cheek. “You, Claire, are superior to any sky.”

Her contentment shattered. With a growl guttural and vicious, Claire threatened the man still deeply knotted. “Do not ever call me that name!”

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