Drabbles

Just one. 

Just one full knot spilled deep inside her, and her heat would be over. 

The bedding was fisted so tightly that her fingers were going numb, and her knees and hips ached from holding herself up on them, presenting herself to him with her face half buried in the sheets. But she didn’t dare move on the off-chance it would distract him, draw his attention back to her. To remind him of his wicked scheme. As if he’d somehow forgotten. 

He’d teased her with relief twice already, filling her so perfectly and then pulling back right before he’d spilled, keeping her needy and keening, desperate for him to fuck her again, and again. 

“Can you feel it?” he groaned, palming her cheeks to watch himself fuck her, his knot just outside her cunt. “Getting so swollen, I can barely fit.”

“Please,” she mumbled. He’d made it fit before, just to prove to her that it could — that their bodies were made for it, that him withholding it wasn’t to spare her discomfort. Quite the opposite.  

“You want it here?” With a firm thrust, he pushed himself deep, hips flush with her, knot bulging inside her. “Right here?”

She bit her lip, hard, but couldn’t quell the whimper. She did. She wanted it deep. Needed it. 

He throbbed and her eyes rolled back, body right on the edge of bliss and relief, the tipping point a drawn-out agony. 

He swore under his breath, then yanked himself free with a devastating squelch. 

“Sorry baby,” he grunted. “Not done with you yet.”

He pressed himself at her rim, and she opened to him easily, well-prepped from the prior two times he’d spilled his cum where it didn’t belong. 

He’d barely pushed himself inside her arse before he was coming, cock pulsing so strongly she could practically feel the impact of it through her walls, so close to where she needed those urgent, demanding spurts to soak.

His satisfaction was many-edged, all of them sharp. The bite of his blunt nails into the flesh of her arse. The harsh knock of his hips against her flesh. The brittle, keening groan. The slick, heavy slide of his cock out of her, leaving her dripping and doubly-empty. The sting of rejection, foolish though it was. 

She wanted to please him – it was her gods-forsaken nature – but he made it so fucking hard.

He panted, hands flexing and squeezing at her arse and thighs and hips. She was trembling, soaked in sweat. Feverish for him. 

She burst into helpless tears.

Draco tutted sympathetically, hand drifting down in a gentle stroke, thumb rubbing over her rim in a soothing caress before he flipped his wrist to slide his two middle fingers into her starving cunt.

“One more, Omega,” he murmured, and she felt the brush of his knuckles against her as he stroked himself hard again, the fingers inside stroking in cadence. “Can’t get enough of you like this.”

“Please, Alpha.” Her words were broken by sobs, her cunt already fluttering hopefully around his fingers. 

He replaced his fingers with the broad head of his cock, hard again for her, and for the first time, she wondered if his practically non-existent refractory period suggested he was torturing his biology with the repeated denials, too. 

The thought only stoked her hotter. Alpha needed her. The mantra quelled her tears. He needed her.  

“Fuck.” He slid in to the hilt, striking deep and triggering a squeeze so strong, her eyes rolled shut. 

He made a low sound in his throat, needy and regretful. “Sorry, baby, I might need you again after this one. Just…just one more time.”

He needed her. 

His thumb circled her rim again before hooking inside, using the leverage to work her back and forth, keeping her stretched for him. Ready to defile again. To deny again.

He’d give in eventually. 

Because he needed her. 

“Yes, Alpha,” she breathed, and arched her hips up.