There was only so much time they could rest before things kicked into place again. Though an hour prior Lillian had woken up for a brief moment due to Talon’s knot slipping out and the uncomfortable trickle of seed from her hole, she had melted right back into the embrace and continued to dream about whatever it was soft and contented Omegas dreamt about. Normally her head was spinning all night long, some nights lost to the clink of gears turning alongside the background image of her bedroom ceiling. But for the first time in years, she found herself completely blank and unable to ramble through heads – hers or others. She had never really felt content before. Perfectly happy and relaxed – not even running through potential scenes that she’ll claim prepares her. Really, they just feed the anxiety.

  Despite that, this was time for pressing her head against his chest to revel in the warmth. The feeling of his chest slowly rising and falling would have to save the anxiety for later. Despite Talon still being bleary-eyed and flushed from sleep his other head was alert and insistent. Lillian was still straddling his waist and was dizzily rolling her hips against it as he woke up, every so often the bulbous head would catch on her entrance, and he would wince. “Stop being a tease...” he mumbled, bringing a hand to his eyes in an attempt to rub the tiredness away.

  “Sorry.” She yawned. The curtains continued to flick lightly from the air conditioner, but the moon seemed to have only moved by a few hours' time. The next day was just hours away and yet it still didn’t seem to matter at all. Time no longer held meaning and her head was growing too foggy to estimate an approximate time.

  Talon could feel the bubbling under his skin grow and his head falling heavier with each passing second. The blood pumped fiercely behind his eyes as his pupils dilated, teeth tingling with the silent desire to bite. A low rumble began in his chest, causing a very tired Lillian to perk up immediately and snap her eyes to his – now fully aware of the mood shift. A small whimper was all that was able to leave her mouth before his hands snatched her hips and pushed them down onto his throbbing length. “Good girl.” he purred deeply.

  Lillian cried out his name the moment she felt him slam against her cervix, her abdomen protruding and throbbing at the intrusion. In one swift motion Talon had pulled both of them further towards the headboard in order to have her sitting in his lap properly, followed by bringing his knees up for a better angle. It wasn’t until Lillian had a split second to compute what was happening that she realised what he was doing all this for – and she better prepare herself. Her hands flew up to his shoulders and pulled her head into the crook of his neck, shivering in anticipation as he adjusted himself again.

  “Hold on tight” he chuckled, holding her hips tightly before fucking up into her dripping hole harshly. The grip she originally had didn’t prepare her for how aggressive this would be, then again, from the look in his eyes there probably wasn’t much going through his head other than possession. In fairness, her head wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders either. As soon as her eyes lidded, she was done for. Her back arched into each thrust as she clawed at anything her hands could get a hold of. Whether that was his hair, his skin, or the pillows behind him, it didn’t matter.

  “Please please please please please!” She begged, angling herself against his thrusts. “Please- Fu- Oh god please Alpha I need more please!” Her brain was going numb. Once it finally had a thought, her mouth couldn’t help but spew it out repeatedly – until a new thought came along.

  Even in the haze of Talon’s rut, there was a part of him that thought that maybe it was a mistake for her coming here. She sounded amazing and it was surprising what a loud little thing she was in bed, but any sanity available was slipping quickly. His chest felt hot and there was a loud voice in his head screaming to ruin her. He dwarfed her, and yet, he found it hot. It was hot that her waist could fit perfectly in his hands. Those flushed cheeks and big woeful eyes did things. “You better start being careful what you’re asking for, Omega.” He rumbled, punctuating with a sharp thrust.

  Lillian, hardly registered his threat, continuing to babble and sob into his shoulder. “No! Don’t care just need it – need you, please!”

  “Fine then, I’ll play your game.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around her hips and lurching forward, pinning her effectively underneath him in one motion. The only thing Lillian was able to do was squeak in surprise as she was flipped onto her back, followed by being rammed back into so hard the air was punched out of her lungs. Talon’s sanity slipped further, slamming himself into her desperately, gripping her hips tightly. ”I am going to knot you. Ready to be filled up nice and full? Ready to be plugged up with my cum?” He growled, angling his hips to ram into her more efficiently.

  “Yes, please! Knot me please I need it!” She drooled, feeling the pleasure building. The rest of the world seemed quiet and distant – nothing but the wet slaps and Lillian’s babbling. Talon could feel her tightening, and could see the way her ears were burning bright red.

  He had figured she was close, he was too, and decided to kick it up a notch. Pulling her head a little closer, he leaned forward between thrusts and latched onto the junction between her shoulder and her neck – right below her mating spot. As much as Talon wanted to bite that spot, but he knew that he wasn’t allowed to, and both of them would regret it later. He wanted nothing to do with scaring her away. Lillian’s breath hitched and for once she fell silent, shivering as he teased that spot with his tongue and nibbled softly.

  The combination of the soft bites alongside sucking on her skin and the harsh thrusts felt like heaven. After the initial shock, she melted underneath him, eyes blurring and abdomen tensing as an orgasm ripped its way through her body – splintering her brain and leaving her shaking. Talon could feel her tighten completely, squeezing his cock and making it so pleasurably painful to continue forcing its way into her tight little hole.

  There didn’t seem to be any coherent thoughts behind those eyes, even on the outside and in his own haze he could tell her vision was blurring. His hips burned and contracted trying to force his way in, finding his pressure building intensely. Lillian began babbling about being sensitive, gripping his shoulders and tucking her head closer, granting a larger area for Talon to bite. Her breasts softly pressed against his chest, damp with a mix of fluids – most of which sweat.

  The building pressure, taunt like a rubber band in the hands of a child, finally snapped. It tore its way through them and carried fissures of pleasure between them like live wires. Lillian wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him close, Talon slamming into her one last time and ballooning himself inside her. They panted heavily, Lillian still completely tensed as she rode through the aftershocks, feeling the pulse between their groins.

  Talon was still loosely latched to her neck, teasing his teeth across her bruising skin. Her neck would be at least one place with bruises when he was done with her. Still, he was careful not to puncture – though the drive was there. “O – kay?” Lillian choked out.

  “Huh?” Talon hummed, pulling away from her neck with a line of saliva, looking into her blown eyes as they fluttered.

  “You.” She swallowed dryly. “O – kay?”

  He brushed the fringe out of her flushed face, holding her chin softly. “Yeah.” He said quietly, “I’m okay.” He kissed her for a brief moment, pulling back as she chased his lips. “Are you?”

  She looked like she was trying to process the words, while running through every thought she had during their coupling. “Okay.” She decided, letting out a contented sigh, and nuzzled into him again. Her arms finally fell from behind his back, deciding to use them to cover herself as best as she could. Looked like the shyness was settling back in.

  Talon really wanted to pin her arms to her side to let him get a good look, but she was probably exhausted and needed some cooldown time. “Hey, I don’t know how long we have until the next wave. It’s taking a lot to talk smoothly.” Talon rumbled, still hovering above her, “I’d like to let you rest a bit. How do you want to do that?” They both knew he was too big to lay on top of her, and she knew her breasts were too large for that to be comfortable anyway.

  “I – I guess just flip us over, please?” She whispered, looking away.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked, using one finger to lift her chin and rolling his hips softly.

  She gasped, face going red as her mouth parted softly. “I just don’t wanna – don’t wanna worry a – about being too heavy…” She whimpered.

  “Have you seen me?” He chuckled. “I doubt you’d even be half of my weight. You won’t crush me.” She nodded, clearly very flustered. “Ready?” He asked. She tightened her legs around his waist while he shifted his arms around the small of her back.

  Now was not the time to admire how outrageously large his hands were. “Ready.” She whispered again, ears red. He nodded, swiftly flipping her on top in the gentlest manner possible. She immediately buried her face in his chest, biting her lip softly.

  He chucked and allowed her to wiggle herself to a comfortable position, running his fingers through her tangled hair softly. Lillian found herself in the same mindset she was beforehand – content and warm and just so so perfect. Maybe it was the high, maybe it was the sex, but maybe… maybe… this was him. This feeling that she couldn’t stop – unlike anything she felt with her last Alpha. Or any boy she had met.

  It made this whole thing feel easy. She was downright terrified when she first arrived, and now she felt she would leave a part of herself here when life resumed itself in a couple of days. God, she hadn’t even thought about when she’d have to go. She’d have to find time to study while she was here too, after all, finals week started the day this was supposed to end. And while she knew one of Talon’s professors were strict on the date, hers weren’t. She gave a reason for absence, and they understood the predicament. Her professors knew she was studious and she wasn’t cutting class for something unimportant.

  “It’ll probably be morning the next time we get up. What do you want?” He asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

  “What do you mean?” She asked, yawning and feeling him shift inside her. It was such a wonderful feeling. Should something like this feel so… right?

  “Well, you’re probably going to want to eat something. You ate dinner last night, but I know I’m going to be hungry under all this haze.”

  She tried to think for a moment. “Maybe. What do you have?” She asked, growing sleepy and about to clock out.

  “Erm…” He trailed. He didn’t want to offer the wrong thing, he wasn’t sure what she liked. Did she have any allergies? Talon could hardly think. This was too much right now. “Depends on what you like, I guess.” He decided, bringing an arm up to lay across her back, letting his thumb rub across the soft skin underneath it.

  “Hm.” Lillian pondered. “I like granola. And cereal. Eggs. I guess I’m kind of fruity too.”

  Talon chuckled softly. “Then what are you doing here with me?”

  Lillian giggled. “Oh, you know what I mean.” She sighed, drifting away. She could feel the night begin to slow again – along with their heart rates. Talon sighed contently, snuggling her into himself.

  “I thought you said you weren’t eating granola during this whole thing?”

  She huffed, mildly entertained. “Go to bed, we’ll deal with it in the morning.”

  Neither one knew if it was the morning sun or the insistent throb between their groins that woke them up, but after a lovely bit of time coupling and then cuddling, they were finally ready to get up and grab some food. Once Talon’s knot went down again Lillian let him slide out, more fluids dripping onto the bedsheets. “Please try to be careful when you get up.” Talon warned her.

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  She groaned, rolling over. “Why? Is there broken glass on the floor I’m unaware of?”

  Talon chuckled. “No, at least there better not be. I say that because I’m a bit… bigger… than you. You might be a little wobbly getting up. I’d offer to carry you,” Lillian shot him a dirty look. “But I think you’d kill me first.”

  Lillian nodded. “That makes sense. I am a bit sore.” She said, shifting her hips back and forth.

  “I can imagine. I can already see the bruises forming.”

  Lillian whipped around, looking across her body where she could see. “Where? Where do you see bruises?” Talon traced a few circles around her hips – where he had grabbed. “Oh. Okay. You had me worried they were somewhere more noticeable.”

  “C’mon. Let’s get up and get food. There are some things I want to try and get done at some point today.” Lillian nodded, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

  “Can we put on some clothes for this though?” She clutched her upper arm nervously over her breasts.

  Talon thought for a moment, eyes scraping across her flushed body, “No.” he said, getting up and walking over to the door, unlocking it.

  “Why?” She whined, standing up from the bed and immediately falling to sit on her heels. Talon immediately rushed over, cupping her face in his hands.

  “Are you okay? You didn’t get hurt, did you? I told you to be careful!” He said, overconcerned. And for whatever reason that was cause for pink cheeks and fumbled words.

  “I – I’m okay…” She said, failing to pull her head from his hands.

  “Why do you want clothes?” He asked, helping guide her back to sitting on the bed.

  “Because I’m shy and it’s cold.” She said, pulling his eyes to the goosebumps on her arms.

  “Fine.” He decided, walking over to the side of the room, and picking up his t-shirt from earlier. “This should work.” He said, handing it to her.

  She nodded, taking the shirt politely and throwing it over her head. “What about the… erm… leakage?” she trailed, feeling more fluids slide down her thigh.

  “Hm.” Talon pondered, fighting the internal struggle of whether or not to let her put something on. On one hand, she wouldn’t be dripping all over his hardwood floors. On another, she’d be dripping all over his hardwood floors. So conflicting. He supposed a towel would just have to do the trick. “Let me go grab something.” Talon disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Lillian alone for a moment. As she sat, her mind turned as she shivered on the corner of the bed.

  She felt comforted by his shirt and how it wrapped itself around her. She pulled the collar of the shirt up to her nose, getting dizzy off the scent. It was comforting, in a strange way. It was a strange world she stepped into just a mere 12 hours ago. It was a strange world they had begun creating together. What a strange world to be a part of.

  Talon returned with a towel a few moments later. “Here,” he said as he passed it to her. “This should help a bit.” Lillian took the towel, wiping herself down and placing it under herself for the time being. “You sure you’re okay? That was a rough fall.” Talon asked, watching her with mixed concern and endearment.

  “Talon, I’m fine. Just wobbly, like you said.” She said, exasperated by the Alpha’s antics. She was capable of walking like any normal person. She did not need to be coddled.

  Talon’s eyes softened, picking up on her frustration. Maybe he was being too much. “Alright, well let’s go get some food. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” He said, extending a hand to help her up.

  They made their way to the kitchen, Lillian swaying her hips to alleviate the pain as she walked. The kitchen was pretty with the morning light shining on the hardwood. Talon felt surreal as he sat her down on a chair at the table, like he was still in a dream. He was sure he was still asleep, and this had all been a fever dream caused by his rut. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be holding onto himself, and he wasn’t sure how he’d go back to normal life when this was over. Would she be too embarrassed to speak with him again? Change her class route to avoid him? Would she leave and never look back after all this was over? Would she – “-on? Talon? Earth to Cassanova.” She said, waving a hand in front of him. He snapped back, looking at her. “Are you okay? You were gone for a hot minute there.”

  “Yeah.” He said lamely. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking was all. What do you want? I can make eggs, fruit, whatever you want.”

  “Eggs sound nice. What were you thinking about?” She asked, pulling an apple from the fruit bowl. ‘So strangely arranged…’ she thought to herself as she took a small chunk.

  Maybe if he gave her space she wouldn’t want to leave after. If he could avoid overwhelming her, maybe she’d stick around. “Nothing important. Anyway, is scrambled okay? I’m honesty not very good at anything else…” He said sheepishly.

  She nodded, she never minded eggs, as long as they weren’t runny. Runny eggs were on her list of least-favourite things. Runny eggs, and at the moment, Alphas refusing to talk about a nine-yard-stare. “You sure nothing was going through that head?” She pressed.

  “Nope, nothing at all.” He fake smiled and began to work around the kitchen.

  While Lillian munched on the apple, she watched him move around the kitchen. Talon pulled out some eggs, a pan, butter, milk, salt, pepper, and paprika. “What’s the paprika for? I can’t handle spice well.” She said, watching him crack eggs into a bowl and whisk it with a fork.

  “Oh, no worries I can’t either.” How odd for an Alpha to not be able to handle spice. “It was something my mom always used to add when I was little. She said it ‘enhances’ the flavour. I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but I always add it for nostalgia.” That’s kind of cute, though Lillian wondered… he spoke as if his mother was no longer alive. She hoped she hadn’t brought up a sore subject by asking about spices.

  “That sounds nice. As long as you’re not going to melt my face off this early in the day.” She laughed, trying to change the topic.

  “She still does it when I visit, but with how far apart we are it’s tricky. I’ll have to text her sometime soon.” He said, smiling. He hadn’t texted her in a few days, he guessed she would pry about what he’s been so busy with. He wondered if he should tell her about Lillian. Talon would keep her in his arms forever if he could, and he knew she’d approve, but once he mentions any Omega he never hears the end of it. Though Oliver and Rorke were mated, his mom still asks why Talon didn’t pursue the pretty Omega. Lillian was just glad she didn’t just accidently cause a conversation to gear towards his late mother. She was alive, thankfully.

  Talon hummed while working around the kitchen. The Alpha had flat-out refused to put on any clothes, so everything was on display while he cooked. Even as embarrassed as she felt for staring, there was no denying this man was beautiful. Lean muscles working, blond highlights complementing his tan skin, piercing blue eyes, even his lower region was beautiful, as odd as she felt admitting it to herself. Everything was in perfect proportion, the pink head and tan shaft, she wondered if he groomed because the hair seemed to be an even length. That’s not even mentioning the abdominal muscle, which practically framed his length and strong thighs. What a sight to behold at 8 in the morning. Disregarding his beauty, there was something soothing about watching him make breakfast. He moved with purpose and care. She felt a warm sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in a long time. She’d be damned if she didn’t fall for him over the next couple of days, assuming she hadn’t already.

  As the eggs sizzled in the pan, she rested her arms on the table, pressing her cheeks against them. She thought about the night they had spent together. The connection she felt when she was wrapped up in his arms. What she felt far surpassed any physical feelings. There was something much deeper. Deeper than a rut or her heat. Something beyond lust and desire. She felt seen. Cared for. Understood. All in ways she had never felt before. She felt she had been learning something new about him every minute; while also feeling like she had known him her whole life simultaneously. Even in her sleep-induced daze she found herself shifting closer to him while he was asleep. That pillow had nothing on him, and she hoped by snuggling up while he was asleep, he wouldn’t be uncomfortable by her being there.

  “Here we go.” He said, setting a plate of eggs down in front of her.

  “Thank you,” she said, taking a small bite. The food was hot and comforting. This had to be the most normal thing she had felt while inside their little bubble.

  Talon walked to the opposite side of the table, setting his plate down and quietly eating. Lillian tilted her head by his distance. “I just figured I’d give you some space while you’re eating.” He said quietly, taking a few pieces into his mouth.

  “Who said I wanted space?” She asked, puppy-eying him from across the table.

  “Oh, nobody I just – well I thought that maybe – It was just something I thought would work better.” He said, feeling guilty now. This was what she wanted, right? Why would she want him down her throat every 5 seconds while she’s here?

  “If that’s what you want… I’m not going to force you to be close with me.” She trailed. “But I don’t want you far away. If I’m –“ She swallowed hard. “If I’m honest I want you. With me that is…”

  Talon’s face flushed. Did she mean with him with him? Or just proximity? Did she actually like him? What if she feels obligated because he got those Alphas off her back the other day? Talon swallowed his eggs dryly. “What – What do you mean?”

  Lillian finally registered the words that came out of her mouth. “No! I didn’t mean it like that!” She didn’t not mean it like that. “I just meant you’re a bit far away and we’ve been so close and I like your scent and I just –” She took a deep breath, she was getting ahead of herself. “I just enjoy your company is all.”

  “So…” He averted his eyes to the couch behind her. “Did you want to move? To be closer, that is.”

  “I wouldn’t mind that.” She said, picking up her plate. Talon followed suit, walking with her over to the couch. The couch seemed a little… small, for the two of them anyway. After Talon finished rooting through the cushions for the TV remote, and they had decided on a position, they laid down.

  Talon laid slightly tilted, but mainly on his back, and Lillian pressed against him and the back cushions. Talon had forgotten that she was naked, saved for his oversized t-shirt, until it rode up and exposed all the lovely things down-below. His next wave wasn’t here yet, but the sooner he turned something on and broke his attention away, the better. He turned on the TV, which immediately lit up with a purple pony on the screen. “Oh, Rorke! That dude never changes the channel back.”

  Lillian laughed. “What do you have against My Little Pony?”

  He wasn’t sure if this was a trick question. Some Omegas like shows from when they were younger, it was apparently a comfort thing. That was why Rorke did it, allegedly. Who knows if she watched purple-pony-princess or whatever when she was younger? “Nothing. I just wasn’t expecting to see Princess Sparkles the moment I turned the TV on. Especially with a cute girl here.” He winked, hoping that would dig him out of the hole.

  “Princess Twilight Sparkle. And I’m just playing,” she chuckled, snuggling up to his side. “I haven’t watched this show since I was a little kid. Regardless, what should we watch instead?”

  “I don’t know.” Talon shrugged. “Rorke has been watching this zombie show lately. We could try that.” Lillian agreed, stating she was a fan of scary things. This was before realising Rorke was a chicken, and the show was nothing more than a drama.

  A few episodes in and two plates of eggs later, Talon felt the heat rise under his skin again. The next wave must be here, and it was insistent and unrelenting. Talon tried to focus on the show, but his eyes couldn’t help but to keep looking at the skin on Lillian’s hips and legs. His mind couldn’t help but think of the way her body responded to his. Her scent, her taste, her submission – it was driving him mad. He had figured this girl would be the death of him, but he didn’t think death would come this quick or be this sweet.

  His breathing grew heavier, and his teeth tingled with the urge to bite. He figured the skin on her neck would look so good with bruises and teeth marks that matched her hips. Lillian’s nose twitched, picking up the change in scent. “Talon?” she asked, green eyes full of curiosity and apprehension. No response. Instead, his eyes darkened as he gripped her hips and bent her over the back of the couch. Lillian squeaked in surprise, quickly flying her hands to grip the couch and balance herself.

  As she arched herself to press against him, he pushed the tip against her entrance. “I’m sure you feel it too.” He lulled.

  Lillian whimpered, pushing her hips against the tip, letting the shirt droop and expose her breasts. “Please.” She breathed. “I need you.”

  Talon decided he didn’t need the encouragement and buried himself deep inside her. “Aw.” He teased. “Can’t seem to get these last 5 centimetres in. I’ll have to fix that.” He pulled out just to thrust harshly back in, feeling her pushing against him. She was soaked. When that had happened, he wasn’t sure. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain. Lillian cried as he thrusted into her with a brutal rhythm, gripping her bruised hips until his knuckles were white. Lillian’s nails dug into the fabric of the cushions and the couch, tears springing from the corners of her eyes as he worked those last few centimetres in.

  Lillian’s moans and cries were a beautifully conducted symphony, he hoped his landlord lied about the room being soundproof. The sounds he was pulling from her mouth were pure magic, in the moment, he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous about sleeping with an Omega anyway. This was amazing. “Fuck, Lillian.” Talon grunted, feeling the pressure building. “I’m going to knot you again. I want you to be leaking for days.”

  “Yes! Please.” She babbled more. “Please knot me. Please. I need it.” Her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as her arms strained to keep her on the edge of the couch. With a final thrust, Talon pushed them both over the edge again. Lillian trembled as she felt him stretch her out again, filling her as she clenched around him.

  Talon stilled for a moment, taking in the pale, tender skin on display in front of him. Carefully, he leaned down and kissed the back of Lillian’s neck, nosing that spot and causing her to shiver. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

  Lillian nodded, dazed. Lost for words as she came off her high. “Perfect.” She spoke. “Absolutely perfect.”

  Talon smiled, wrapping his arms around her. “Good.” He said, voice gentle. “I’m going to move us, then we’ll rest a bit and see where the day takes us.”

  Lillian nodded, letting him maneuver so they were snuggled on the couch. He wasn’t happy she was still wearing a shirt, but in complete fairness, it was his shirt. Either way; his eyes were drooping, and he needed to sleep off this orgasm. The sky outside was grey, small drops of rain hitting the window and the streets below shrouded in mist. It was a good day to be inside. He looked down, Lillian was already asleep. It was a good day to be with her.