Omega lands hard, unwilling to give up the feeling of her body under his hands even to break his fall and it's so completely worth it. Yes -- yes -- that's it, there she is, his beautiful and ferocious and fearless mate, renewing her claim over him as she rides him as perfectly as if they never missed a day. It takes the wind out of him -- not being thrown on his back, but just having her on top of him without tears or agony, alight with pleasure and possession and the fire that will burn InGen out after all.

She has him pinned to the ground, and as long as he can keep touching her, that is just fine with him. This is happening like a dream, and he would be afraid that it was if he couldn't feel the needles in his back as surely as her claws in his flesh, and he arches with an eager hiss because it's real, she's doing it, she hasn't stopped. Their raw, moaning gasps seem to echo in the silent woods, because Omega can hear nothing else, and he runs his hands over her sides to greedily map the movements that send her rolling down on his cock.

It's impossible to stay still now. His hands are mindless, grasping at her gorgeous body wherever he can reach, and even shoved down beneath her claws he still finds ways to squirm and work his hips up underneath her, letting her control how she takes his cock but making damn sure he's impaling her on it. And his eyes are damn sure open now, wild and bright and utterly fixed on her, the magnificent center of his universe.