The wilder she gets, the harder it is to suppress his own feral instincts, even if it is for her sake. Pain is lost in pleasure when she pierces his skin but Omega howls anyway, and the instant her tongue touches his body he bucks into her nearly hard enough to pitch them both sideways into the undergrowth. Just shy of sinking his own claws into her in turn, he drops his hands to her hips and holds her down on the hard thrusts that pick up steam the tighter she squeezes around him.

Everything around them is stark black and white compared to the vivid color of her entire form in his vision now, as though she's made of jewels and molten gold. Fuck Hoskins, fuck InGen, fuck all of them. They could never ruin this. No one could. She is his, he is hers, and that will never stop being true, it will never be less true, it will never be something that can change. Even death won't erase her name from the inside of his own heart.

Sharp fangs gleam in the dark woods when she begins to shake on top of him, and now Omega can't lay prone any longer. He sits straight up and pulls her hard against him with one arm, the other falling back to the ground for leverage to let him keep flexing his hips, and he gasps with raw lust into the curve of her exposed throat. It's been too long. He can't hold back. And before it occurs to him that there may still be ways to trigger her, he grunts through his bared teeth and fills her in a hot rush, the first time in a god damn month feeling like it's never going to stop.