[ She realizes what he's doing a moment too late for anything to be done about it. Somewhere, distantly, as though locked up in her own mind, buried under the haze of her heat, Rey wants to scream. Wants to thrash and throw him off of her and demand to know why he'd done it when he knew, he knew what Ben had done, how it had hurt her.
But frankly? In this moment, it feels like pure bliss. Something molten and warm floods her body, her heels scramble to find purchase in her back, and the cry she relinquishes is more raw and guttural than any other she's given up for him.
He wants her. This alpha wants her. It shouldn't do these things to her, such a simple fact, such a simple karking biological process, but it does. It's a downright religious experience. She's felt like such a filthy failure of an omega, disappointing her previous alpha, running from him as she had. Being apart from him felt like being torn open. (Even now, some part of her wants to weep, as though rent by what blasphemy they commit here.)
But Poe has looked on her despite all that and found her good and whole and worthy and her whole body is one big raw nerve, alive and drunk on pleasing him. She ruts against him, shuddering with a humiliating suddenness. A fresh surge of fluid slicks his cock where it pounds into her and the walls of her cunt clamp down, trying desperately to hold him in, fluttering around him with her climax.
It won't do anything. It won't change what she gave to Ben or what he gave to Finn. She can't unmate herself. She can't be his, not really. But it's almost like it doesn't matter when they play at it so well.
She's openly weeping, so close to it already from the pain and now struck by the pleasure and the emotional overload. Tears run down her face, and she keeps rushing out the words — ] Thank you, Alpha.
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But frankly? In this moment, it feels like pure bliss. Something molten and warm floods her body, her heels scramble to find purchase in her back, and the cry she relinquishes is more raw and guttural than any other she's given up for him.
He wants her. This alpha wants her. It shouldn't do these things to her, such a simple fact, such a simple karking biological process, but it does. It's a downright religious experience. She's felt like such a filthy failure of an omega, disappointing her previous alpha, running from him as she had. Being apart from him felt like being torn open. (Even now, some part of her wants to weep, as though rent by what blasphemy they commit here.)
But Poe has looked on her despite all that and found her good and whole and worthy and her whole body is one big raw nerve, alive and drunk on pleasing him. She ruts against him, shuddering with a humiliating suddenness. A fresh surge of fluid slicks his cock where it pounds into her and the walls of her cunt clamp down, trying desperately to hold him in, fluttering around him with her climax.
It won't do anything. It won't change what she gave to Ben or what he gave to Finn. She can't unmate herself. She can't be his, not really. But it's almost like it doesn't matter when they play at it so well.
She's openly weeping, so close to it already from the pain and now struck by the pleasure and the emotional overload. Tears run down her face, and she keeps rushing out the words — ] Thank you, Alpha.