Omega knows not to expect her to simply melt beneath him, not so easily. It may not fully happen at all, but she begged him not to stop and he won't, not unless she exiles him from her side all over again. The sting of her claws digging into him almost makes him pause, but he doesn't make a sound for that. He can take that.

These are better memories. Half of it was pure humiliation for him at the time, but now he knows how lucky he was: if she had kept fighting him, or rejected him, he might never have won her in the end. Or maybe she won him, without either one of them realizing that such a thing could happen... Omega remembers the first clumsy, wild mating just as well as he remembers her curling up against him in a cool furrow in the earth beside the stream.

And now Blue is the one who pulls him in for a kiss that makes his heart race. Now Omega sinks down into her, carefully letting her decide how much of him she wants when she's possessed every part of him from the beginning. Still testing, conscious of any desire to push him away, he eases himself to fit between her legs so she can cradle him there. Nothing more than that.