She is tight -- god -- almost too tight, like her body is trying to lock him out, and Omega tries to catch at the thought, wanting his muscles to remember that he should be treating her gently right now. But human instincts are completely at war with the raptor's right now, wanting to care for his mate and fuck her at the same time when the drought has made it difficult to do both.

But he's inside her now, where he belongs, where no one else belongs, and she hasn't drawn blood yet or even begged him to stop. Omega can't stop himself from moving, but he does stop himself from being brutal, taking her instead with deep thrusts that remain as steady as he can manage when his whole body is vibrating with need for her. And the sound of his name on her lips draws his mouth immediately, meeting the kiss that's waiting for him with all of the demanding lust he won't let himself take out on the rest of her.

His thrusts come a little faster as he kisses her hungrily. Mine, mine, I'm here, you're with me, you're mine. When he needs to breathe, he only pants against her lips without pulling any further away, soft little gasps climbing into rough grunts the more he moves inside her. If he had more hands, he could touch her the way he wants to, maybe soothe her better than this and keep her here with him, but he's fighting her ghosts and his own monster at the same time. Wanting her more than anything else is the only thing in total control of him.