When Colin was a young pup, he’d always assumed he’d marry Penelope; the youngest of the Featherington brood. A delicious smelling Beta that he’d known since childhood, one that set his nerves on fire and sent his heart soaring—but a Beta nonetheless…The two were inseparable, after all. Constantly playing and chatting amongst themselves until their parents would pry them apart and return them to their respective homes.
It wasn’t until his father had to sit him down and have the ol’ ‘Beta, Alpha, Omega’ conversation that his world all but shattered. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t marry her anyway; so what if he was an Alpha and she wasn’t an Omega? So what if it was ‘unusual’ to marry a Beta–they’d make it work! They always do.
But then his father told him how painful it can be for a Beta when they’re with an Alpha. How unfulfilled an Alpha may feel when tied down to a Beta. How, sometimes, if the Alpha is desperate enough, it will seek an Omega out for relief…for connection.
And that thought?
The thought of being unfaithful to Penelope? His Penelope? And the idea that he could hurt her so severely, whether it was during intimacies or not…
It terrified him.
He wished he handled his fear better, but at the time he just…didn’t want to get too attached. Didn’t want the separation to be too difficult for himself.
As the years went by, he did his best to fill the majority of his time with other activities that didn’t involve his favorite person, and in doing so, their relationship naturally declined. Not so much so that they don’t speak or joke with each other—Colin made sure of that—but he’d developed a habit of retreating after a certain amount of time spent in her presence.
Partially because it was easier not to think about their doomed future when she isn’t standing directly in front of him, laughing and smiling so brightly, as if she wasn’t the most gorgeous being in the entire universe.
That, and his Alpha had a horrible mind of its own when it came to his Penelope…how could it not? She always smelled so sweet and enticing to him, even in their youth. It was an almost addictive scent, one that always left his mind reeling and mouth watering.
But it was not meant to be. They weren’t meant to be. He allowed the horrid truth to finally sink in once she’d entered the marriage mart, showing no signs of a heat or any form of added maturity.
It was maddening.
His travels helped, while they lasted. Distracting him with an array of breathtakingly beautiful women, all of which he cared little for and forgot the moment they left his bed, but they aided him during his journey nonetheless.
He was away for all of six months before he grew tired of not breathing the same air as her, his heart crying out to his first love like some desperate sailor seeking comfort in the arms of a siren.
Colin sighs as he straightens his waist coat, then his jacket, combing his fingers through his hair as a strange sense of calm washes over his body and relaxes his already tense muscles.
His brows furrow at the sensation, sniffling slightly while rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. He makes his way into the entrance of Lady Danbury’s estate, his eyes searching the sea of guests littering the ballroom and crowding the area.
Something is in the air, tonight…something familiar, and warm, and…and…delicious.
Penelope assumed Colin’s distance through the years was because he’d grown bored of her, which was expected from an Alpha. She was just a Beta, after all, and presented as such just last year. As did the rest of her family before her…
But she wished she had someone other than Eloise to keep her company at these tedious events. She loved her best friend dearly, but when you only have one person to speak to all evening while that same person has a plethora of options; well, a person starts to feel a bit lonely after a while.
And while Colin used to be willing to keep her company for at least ten minutes into any event she’d attend, he’d soon retreat as well and leave her alone in the corner of the room, left to her own devices and grappling for ways to keep herself entertained for the night.
It was a monotonous process, but one Penelope had grown accustomed to.
While the walls remained her only true friend throughout the entirety of her social journey—especially since Colin had been traveling for the majority of the season—she’d grown familiar with the gentle whispers that hung nearby, and started a gossip column under the pseudonym ‘Lady Whistledown’. It had gotten more attention than she’d first assumed, but word quickly spread and before she knew it she was printing out weekly additions, right after every social gathering, and it would sell out before noon rolled around. At least, that’s what her paperboys tell her.
It was an easy enough routine. Simple.
And it paid significantly well, too, which was necessary seeing as she wasn’t going to wed anytime soon with the way the Beta males turn their noses at her.
“Care to dance, Miss Featherington?” A blond haired man asks as he approaches, sniffling his nose and holding out his hand to her with a grin. “It would be my pleasure,” he muses playfully, his attempt at persuasion not going unnoticed.
Penelope’s brows raise in surprise, having not been asked to dance…well, ever. And by an Alpha no less?
She doesn’t exactly feel up to it, though, strangely enough. Usually she’d be ecstatic at the opportunity to dance, or even socialize with a gentleman willing enough to speak to her longer than two minutes. But…for some reason, all of a sudden, her…her stomach swooped. And her heart was beating…increasingly fast…and why did she feel so hot? Had she caught an illness she wasn’t aware of? Should she tell her mama?
She glances down to the gentleman’s outstretched hand, staring at it for a moment longer before finally taking it and nodding her silent approval. He grasps it firmly in return, pulling her closer and inhaling her scent deeply as he guides her toward the dance floor with his other hand securely wrapped around her waist.
“You look extravagant tonight, Miss Featherington,” the man whispers, sending a chill up her spine and causing a blush to creep on her cheeks.
“What…what is that?” Eloise asks Benedict, her chin tilted upward as she sniffs at the air. Benedict shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head.
“What is what? I don’t—“ His eyes widen as he takes his first sniff, pupils dilating at the smell overtaking his senses. He blinks, rotating his head as he tries to track down the origin, his gaze narrowing when he finds a familiar head of curly red hair, swaying and spinning to the orchestra on the dance floor.
“Penelope,” he mutters wistfully, his breathing growing heavier as he feels a bubbling sensation rise in his chest—warm, possessive, and utterly against his own will.
“What about Penelope?” Colin asks from behind, his eyes narrowed as he stares down at his older brother, fist clenched at his side.
Benedict swallows his gasp, nearly choking on his own saliva as he hits at his chest and coughs in an effort to clear his throat. Eloise rolls her eyes, shoving Benedict to the side.
“Nothing!” She shouts with clear annoyance, looking her brother up and down as if the mere sight of him offended her. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t coming!”
“Well, I changed my mind.” He scoffs, adjusting the collar on his jacket and straightening out the minor creases. “Now, what about Penelope?” He asks again, tone clipped as his gaze falls on his brother, who happened to, once again, be openmouth staring at his Penelope.
Colin growls to get Benedict’s attention, but he simply waves him off while he sniffs at the air again, watching her twirl and be spun by some undeserving Alpha—
Wait.
Alpha?
“Who the fuck is that?” Colin demands, his tone as icy as the glare he was shooting in their direction. Eloise shakes her head, pushing at his chest roughly.
“No clue, but back off and get out of here! If anyone gets her, it’s me,” Eloise claims definitively, her cheeks puffed out as if to show her dominance. “We’re the closest, and I’ve known her the longest—“
“I’ve known her the longest,” Colin corrects harshly, shaking his head. “If she belongs to anyone, it’s me.”
“No!” Eloise squeaks, stomping closer. “She’s mine!”
“No, she isn’t!” He bites back, baring his teeth like some wild animal.
“Uh, guys?” Benedict chimes in awkwardly, his gaze unwavering from the dance floor.
Both Colin and Eloise follow his eyeline, all three siblings watching as Kate politely interrupts their dance and begins to carefully usher Penelope off the dance floor and toward one of the hallways. She was holding her stomach and wincing in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to follow beside the viscountess, but she trips and falls to her knees, a shout of exclaim falling from her lips as she crouches near the marble floor and attempts to catch her breath. Kate kneels beside her quickly, whispering words of assurance and comfort as she tries to help soothe the pain she was clearly feeling.
It felt like minutes passed, but it only took seconds for her gaze to finally lift, her nervous eyes locking with Colin’s and causing the world to come to a complete halt.
His nostrils flare as he takes in her sweet familiar scent—lemon cake with a zest of orange. It hits him like a punch to the gut, his mouth beginning to water as drool nearly escapes his lower lip. Through his haze he hears whispers and murmurs through the crowd, the tension in the air growing as Penelope’s eyes wander to the multitude of hungry faces looming around her.
No one dares to make the first move, the room holding its breath as Penelope’s weighted chest rises and falls quickly, her pulse surely spiking while her eyes remain as wide as a newborn doe.
Colin licks his lips slowly, his gaze darkening. He hears a low growl somewhere beside him that was unmistakably a warning from his younger sister. His older brother's growl is heard next, his own jaw ticking impatiently as his head ducks slowly, his knees bracing as he rolls his shoulders.
He’d never partaken in a chase before, a ritual as old as time that was the ultimate deciding factor in a worthy mate. A test that heightened the senses, narrowed their resolve and ignited an ancient fire within his belly, urging him to mark his territory and claim claim claim.
The chase is a primal dance, where the Alpha must demonstrate their strength, determination, and unwavering commitment to their Omega, and they in turn test the Alpha's resilience, pushing them to their limits and ensuring that only the most worthy will succeed.
For Colin, this chase is more than just a ritual; it's a defining moment. It's his chance to show Penelope that he is not only strong and capable, but also deeply devoted to her. It's a testament to his love, a promise that he will always be there for her, no matter the challenges they may face in the future.
Their future.
The air in the ballroom was thick, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to spring. He’d been waiting for this moment his entire life—a moment he'd previously thought nonexistent…
Penelope's eyes dart anxiously around the room, her fear evident in the quiver of her lower lip and notch in her brow.
She’s the Omega, the one everyone desires, that everyone craves, but Colin's Alpha screams that she is already his. His to protect, his to claim, his to scent and bite and fuck and breed—
Colin could feel the primal urge rising within him, the instinct to pursue, to conquer, to claim what’s rightfully his…and it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore.
His eyes lock onto Penelope’s, her scent intoxicating, her presence a beacon that calls to him like a warm ray of sunshine in the middle of winter. He takes a deep breath, silently mouthing the word ‘run,’ his gaze intense, but filled with fierce promise.
Penelope inhales sharply, her breath catching in her throat. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flitting about the room nervously before abruptly turning her body and bolting towards the nearest hallway.
The chase was on.
The room erupts into chaos as a storm of Alphas surge forward, running and falling over each other as they fight to reach her first. Colin’s primal instincts take over completely, his vision sharpening as he lunges forward with powerful strides, cutting through the swarming Alphas with brutal efficiency. He huffs, jumping over a few floundering, fighting Alphas and evading Eloise as she tries to grab for his jacket. She falls forward, barely catching herself, but gets distracted by fighting off a particularly undeserving group of ‘gentleman’.
Benedict laughs in triumph as he shoves past his own group of Alphas, pushing himself forward against the frame of the entrance of the hallway. His eyes widen as he’s knocked back by a shoulder, his body nearly running into a side table as he catches his footing and continues down the corridor, his eyes narrowing on his younger brother's back while Colin rushes ahead, grinning arrogantly.
“Having trouble keeping up?”
“Never,” Benedict growls, his eyes flashing with competitive fire as he sees Colin rounding a corner ahead, his siblings's coat tail swishing behind him like a flag marking it’s territory.
The brothers could hear the pounding of feet behind them, the snarls and growls of the Alphas as they give chase, but Colin doesn’t look back. His focus remains solely on the luscious figure ahead, her fiery red curls bouncing with each hurried step.
Penelope continues down the corridor, panting as she rushes past the dozens of portraits and statues decorating the walls. She trips slightly, grumbling as she quickly kicks off her heels and breaks out into a full sprint, a small smile creeping on her cheeks as the adrenaline of the chase kicks in, her heart soaring with excitement and anticipation.
Colin’s eyes gleam with both lust and admiration as he watches her shed her heels and take off like a gazelle, her genius move giving her a precious moment's lead that she desperately needed with their height difference. His chest swells with pride and savage joy, a low, amused chuckle escaping him. “That's my clever girl,” he rasps, quickening his pace to match hers.
He sprints down the hallway with unparalleled speed and determination, his eyes fixated solely on Penelope's fleeing form ahead. Each powerful stride carries him closer to his destined mate, the primal roar of his chasing rivals echoing off the walls barely registering in his singularly focused mind. He could hear her rapid footsteps, her breaths coming out in gasps. She was determined, but he was faster, and God was he thankful for his long legs and her short, plump little ones.
The two brothers race down the corridor, their footsteps pounding against the polished marble. They weave through the maze of hallways, their movements fluid and precise, each one determined to outpace the other while the scent of Penelope lingers in the air, leading them like a guiding star as they close in on their target.
“You're slowing down, Benedict,” Colin calls out, his voice laced with mockery. “Getting tired already?"
Benedict's jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in defiance. “Not a chance,” he snaps, near growling if it weren't for the added excursion. “I won't let you win that easily.”
As they round a corner, Benedict's eyes dart to a nearby vase on a pedestal. With a swift, calculated move, he knocks it over, sending it crashing to the floor in his sibling’s path. Colin barely manages to leap over the shattered pieces, his momentum faltering for a split second.
“You cheat!” Colin snarls, regaining his pace.
“All's fair in love and war,” Benedict retorts, a smirk playing on his lips as he uses the momentary distraction to gain ground. “May the best Alpha win,” Benedict quips, his voice low and challenging.
Colin's jaw sets in determination. “I intend to,” he growls out, but to his surprise when he glances over his shoulder to his sibling, he sees him take a sudden sharp left, chuckling heartily to himself as he races down a different hallway.
His brow’s furrow in confusion, his attention snapping up toward Penelope as she remains directly ahead of him, his vision narrowing as he pushes himself harder, not allowing his brother’s tricks to distract him from his objective.
“Pen!” He shouts, his chest heaving and muscles burning as he sprints after her, the intoxicating thrill of the chase, the primal need to claim his Omega, fueling his every step. She was getting so close, her silhouette now detailed and refined, her gorgeous backside a delicious, tantalizing reminder for his reward once this damned test was finished. He could see her just up ahead, her luscious figure darting through the hallways. So curvy and small and delectable.
Penelope glances back, her eyes wide and bright, glistening with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She looks behind him, seeing him alone, and she can’t help but smile at the brief realization it’s just them. Colin shares the same sentiment, a grin stretching across his lips as her laughter rings out and echoes around them, his gaze hardening as he rushes closer, reaching his hand out.
Just as Colin is about to close the gap, Benedict appears from a side hallway, his eyes locked onto Penelope. With a burst of speed, he tackles her, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her to the ground. Penelope lets out a surprised yelp, her eyes widening as she looks up at Benedict in utter shock.
“Got you,” Benedict whispers smugly, panting as he struggles to catch his breath.
Colin's eyes blaze with fury and without a second thought he lunges forward, grabbing Benedict by the jacket and yanking him back. Benedict struggles against Colin's grip, but his siblings' strength and determination is unmatched.
“Get off of her!” Colin roars, his voice filled with protective, primal rage as he tosses him toward the wall, Benedict’s back slamming into it with aloud thud.
“She's mine,” He grits out through clenched teeth, his voice low and possessive. His gaze drifts toward Penelope, his hungry eyes flashing as he raises his chin in gesture.
“Keep running, little dove. I’ve yet to catch you.”
Penelope gapes in shock, scrambling to her feet as she glances between the two brothers, her cheeks a dark rogue. She takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she turns and bolts down the hallway once more, her bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor.
He watches her go, his eyes narrowing briefly before he turns back to Benedict, who is still recovering from the impact against the wall. “Stay out of my way,” Colin warns, his voice low and dangerous as he turns on his heel and sprints after Penelope, refusing to give his brother another second of his time.
Benedict groans, exhaling heavily before slumping against the wall. “Who’s a cheat, again?!” he shouts sarcastically after his brother, holding his side as he shakes his head in defeat. Fuck, did he hate Alpha instincts.
Colin's focus remains solely on Penelope as he races after her, ignoring his sibling’s jab while following her scent like a bloodhound. He can see her just up ahead, her fiery curls bouncing with each hurried step, the ruffles of her dress swaying with the movement.
His muscles burn with the exertion, but he refuses to slow down. He sees the end of the hallway approaching, the final stretch of their chase.
“Nowhere to run,” he shouts after her, tone playful and mocking.
Penelope gasps when she realizes she’s running toward her doom, her head swiveling and turning in every direction possible as she tries to find a way out.
How adorable.
Colin chuckles darkly, brow raising as he watches her take a sharp right turn, fumbling with the knob a moment before swinging it open and darting inside.
She steps to close it, with the intention to lock it no doubt, his clever little Omega, but Colin kicks his foot in the doorway, gripping the wooden edge firmly as he shoves his weight against the door and pushes her back with the rough impact.
She stumbles backwards quickly, pressing her back against the nearest wall while her eyes lock with his, swallowing as he approaches. She blinks at the intensity in his gaze, the raw emotion that makes her heart skip a beat and her breath catch in her throat.
“Colin," she whispers, her voice trembling as he reaches her, his hand cupping her cheek.
“It's over, Pen,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against her skin, just under her eye. “I’ve got you. You're mine.”
Penelope sighs out blissfully at his touch, his affection cooling the fire he knew she felt boiling under her skin and coursing through her veins. She nods slowly, her eyes searching his own as they sparkle with hope and wonder. "I'm yours," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she leans closer. “Only yours, Colin.”
He grins, wide and proud as he takes her in, his gorgeous prize, his eyes gleaming. “You really made me work for it,” he mutters, nose brushing away a bit of her bangs before digging into the top of her head and inhaling deeply.
God, she smelt like a pastry. A delicious dessert, set out just for him. All for him. And all he wanted to do was take a huge, jaw breaking bite out of—
“Please, Colin,” she breathes, pleading softly as her body trembles. “It…it’s starting to hurt again…”
He swallows and nods in understanding, his arm wrapping firmly around her waist as he guides her toward the rug near the center of the room—which he registers is a study after bumping into a desk and nearly falling over a set of chairs.
Colin gently pushes her down onto the fur rug, kneeling between her thighs as he looks over her flushed, desperate expression. Her Omega scent is overwhelming now, filling his nostrils and forcing his mouth to water, his insides stirring with excitement.
He leans closer, balancing on his spread knees while his hands begin to bunch up her skirts at her waist. “Hold still,” he commands softly, his voice strained as he fights the urge to simply bury his face between her thighs and devour her cunny for the next hour.
With one hand he reaches out to gently part her legs further, his other hand dipping between her thighs to find her soaked and trembling. Penelope whimpers in answer, her legs spreading wider on their own as his fingers brush against her inner thighs, grazing her heat with teasing touches.
He can feel how swollen and needy she is, her sweet little Omega cunt dripping with slick and aching for his touch. A growl rumbles deep within his chest, his pupils dilating as he feels himself twitch and harden further in his breeches.
Colin’s fingers delve deeper, finding her entrance and circling it with reverence and longing. He can feel her pulse against his fingertips, her slick coating his digits as her body begs for him to fill her—for his fingers to push deep inside her tight channel and curl until she sees stars and lights flash behind her eyes.
“You're so wet,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. “So fucking wet and ready.”
“Will you claim me?” She asks breathlessly, her eyes half lidded and dazed as she watches him. “Please, Colin…will you?”
“That and more, Pen…so, so much more.” He nods confidently, his hand moving from her thighs to his own breeches, quickly unbuttoning them and freeing his hard, throbbing length.
His cock is large and thick as it stands tall between her plump thighs, the wide head of him already glistening with pre-cum. She breathes out a desperate whine at the sight, her hips rising eagerly as his thumb flicks over the bundle of nerves notched at the top of her entrance.
“Ready for me already? Or do I have to soften up this tight little cunny of yours?”
She whines as he leans closer, his hot breath washing over her needy flesh while he kisses at her jaw, slowly inserting his middle finger into her pulsating heat. “Let me feel you squeeze me, Pen….show me how well you’ll milk my cock.”
She gasps on a moan, his digit sliding in and out of her with ease before he decides to add another, feeling her walls flutter and stretch while watching her face contort with pleasure. His fingers curl, then scissor, her body shivering as he continues the motion for several seconds, picking up his pace when her cries increase in volume and pitch while his thumb swipes over her clit every few curls just to keep her guessing.
Her scent grows more tart the longer he fingers her, mingling with something new and intriguing…His eyes blink at the realization—at the hint radiating from her body and a satisfied groan escapes his throat.
His gaze snaps upward as his lips drift to her neck, his teeth grazing her mating gland as he inhales deeply.
Colin can smell it now—the unmistakable scent of an Omega in heat, her body preparing to accept a mate, a worthy Alpha, and calling out to one in desperate need of relief.
He’d grown so used to Penelope’s lemony sweet scent over the years he’d nearly missed it when he first arrived, but it’s undeniable now. (It was undeniable from the moment he laid his eyes on her, honestly, but he can’t help but let the realization fully sink in now that he has her underneath him.)
She was finally his to claim and worship. His to marry, and breed, and fuck, and admire—his his his.
His eyes flutter shut as he presses closer, his fingers pumping in and out of her steadily, stretching her open and spreading her wide in preparation for his throbbing cock.
He wanted to be inside her when he bit her.
Wanted to feel her body convulse and squeeze him as she writhes and adjusts to his claim, to his mark, feeling her walls flutter and gush from how wrecked he’d make her.
He knows she's too tight to take his knot right now, knows she's never had anyone else inside her like this before, but he can’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her… needed to feel her warmth surround and milk him until he’s cumming buckets and pumping pups inside her glorious womb, needed to paint her walls and fill her properly, the way a true Alpha should—the way an Omega deserves.
Colin pulls his hand back abruptly, replacing his fingers with his thick, blunt head against her quivering opening, coating himself shamelessly with her slick. He looks down between them, his large hand spreading her legs wider as he positions himself at her tiny, virgin hole. “This is going to hurt…”
Penelope gives a whimper of acknowledgment, her knees bending as the plush of her thighs expand beneath his hands, his fingers digging into her skin instinctively. “It’s okay,” she reassures, her eyes sparkling with adoration. “I trust you, Colin.”
His chest swells with a tsunami of emotions, his gaze softening as he stares down at her in awe. He lowers himself, his forehead resting against her own as he guides his cock closer and notches the leaking tip at her entrance.
“You’re so perfect, Pen,” he whispers, voice trembling as he kisses her cheek, then her brow. “My perfect little Omega, made just for me.”
Colin pushes forward then, his hips rolling gently as the bulbous head of his cock begins to stretch her tight cunt open, slowly entering her inch by thick inch.
He hisses sharply, feeling her tight walls clench and pulse rhythmically around him. He pauses briefly as he sloppily kisses at her creased brows and burning cheeks, his hips abruptly rising before thrusting deeper and breaking through her innocence in one swift motion, a guttural growl tearing from his chest and reverberating through her bones.
Penelope throws her head back on impact, mouth dropping open into a silent scream that was immediately silenced by Colin’s demanding lips, his tongue dominating and stroking her own before her brain could register he was even kissing her.
He fucks her mouth with his tongue as he pounds into her cunt with brutal force, not giving her any time to adjust to the sheer size of his throbbing length. Her virgin blood coats his heavy cock as he plows through her untouched hole, his balls slapping against her ass with each rough thrust as he keeps her spread wide for his use.
Her wetness coats her folds and thighs as she gushes with blatant excitement, splashing onto his trousers and waistcoat with each powerful thrust of his hips. His knot begins to swell at the base of his cock as he feels her walls flutter again, either signaling another orgasm or telling him this one will last longer than the previous one.
Her legs shake in his grasp, lips trembling under his own as he kisses her mercilessly, sucking on her tongue and licking at her mouth until she’s reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess beneath him.
Colin breaks the kiss with a smack, panting heavily as he stares down at Penelope's flushed, tear streaked face with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hips continue to drop down onto hers in rapid succession, each thrust grinding his swelling knot against her entrance, teasing but not yet fully breaching her.
“Look at you... taking my cock so well. Such a good girl…” His voice is hoarse with desire, pride coating each syllable. “Can you feel my knot? It desires your cunt…desires our bodies to be locked together while I breed you right here on the floor, filling you with my seed...you’d like that, wouldn’t you, darling? Your greedy cunt would swallow it all, wouldn’t it?”
“Ah! Yes, Please,” she begs, breathless and hazy. “Please, Colin—“ Her eyes roll back as her walls clamp down around him, her orgasm crashing into her like stampede while her juices gush out around his thick shaft and drip onto the rug underneath them.
The pressure in his knot becomes unbearable at the sensation, and with a guttural roar he slams forward, popping his knot past her entrance and locking into place above her with a definitive squelch. He simultaneously throws his head forward, canines biting down into her flesh while he sinks his teeth into her mating gland and groans deeply at the shudder and squirt it immediately elicits.
Penelope cries out in equal parts pain and euphoria, clawing at his back through her desperation while she writhes and twists in pleasure. He pumps his hot seed directly into her womb, hips bucking with each spurt while he groans and whimpers above her, his hands squeezing at her thighs and waist in a desperate attempt to ground himself more to her.
His teeth remain embedded in her neck, Colin's hips grinding into hers as he forces more and more of his cum into her welcoming cunt. Her little body shakes and convulses with the aftershocks of her multiple releases, mewling under his affections and curling into his embrace.
Colin stays locked inside her, his knot keeping her completely stuffed with his essence as his tongue laves over the mark he's left on her neck, tasting her sweet, intoxicating blood as it mingles with his saliva. He groans deeply, the sound utterly satisfied and pleased as he sinks further into her plush body, allowing her embrace to finally comfort his tense muscles.
“My sweet Penelope,” he whispers against her skin, his voice thick with emotion and exhaustion. “My beautiful, perfect mate. You're mine now. All mine…” His hips give a small, lazy thrust, his knot shifting inside her and drawing out another weak whimper from her lips.
“All yours,” she confirms with a tired smile, her body growing more and more languid as his kisses trail along her jaw. His tongue swirls and licks at her skin with such blatant hunger and admiration it sends her hazy mind reeling and her body craving more. “My strong, dependable Alpha.”
He chuckles before releasing a contented sigh, settling into his new position between her legs as his arms wrap around her form and holds her close. He buries his face in her neck and simply breathes her in while she drifts off to sleep, his heart finally at peace after years of longing and waiting for his perfect, destined mate who he knew deep in his soul was living in the house just across the street.