Tempest felt like a fool.

The biggest fool of them all.

She spent so long fighting against what she felt for Dron.

If she had known that it could feel this good, this right, she’d have jumped him days ago.

She never thought she could ever feel this connected, this whole with anyone.

Or this damn euphoric.

She’d already had at least three; she truly lost count. It felt like the time was at a standstill. The outside world didn’t mean anything to her at that moment. All she cared about was Dron and how they felt together.

"Dron..." She wanted to say more. Wanted to tell him just how perfect he was making her feel. She could get the words out of her mouth. She didn’t need to. Dron seemed to know what she wanted to say.

He looked down at her for a moment. His mask of something desperate and awestruck. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, her cheeks, and her neck.

Tempest loved every swipe of his hand.

She felt lucky. Like she’d won a jackpot. The rest of the women in Thraqe were really missing out when it came to Dron.

He squeezed her breast with just the right pressure. Tempest opened her legs wider. He was already so deep inside of her, but she wanted him deeper. If it were possible, Tempest would take him into her soul.

Dron threw his head back and growled up to the heavens as he continued to thrust into her at a quick and steady pace.

"You’re going to destroy me. Break every part of me to pieces." Dron whispered when he was able to look back at her.

"Never. I’ll never destroy you." Tempest reached up and cradled his face.

"You’re perfect. A recreation of the moon goddess herself." Dron kissed her palm, and it slingshotted from the small patch of skin right to her heart.

Tempest moaned, and her entire body shook as another orgasm ripped through her body.

"Tempest...oh... Tempest." Dron grunted, and his hips picked up in pace. He dropped down and wrapped his arms around her. He squeezed her tightly as if he were scared she would disappear.

Tempest instantly knew what was going on. Dron had filled her in on the torture that he had to endure before. How he would be used by other omegas and not allowed to come. It was absolute bullshit.

It was something Tempest was more than happy to bring to an end.

There was nowhere that Tempest would rather be than right here with Dron. She tightened her grip around him as well.

"I want all of you, Dron. Give me all you have." Tempest whispered into his ear, and she swore he whimpered.

"I think I’m close. Tempest." Dron growled against the side of her face. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t going to hesitate. She wanted this.

Tempest tried to be completely present, but her body had other plans. Another orgasm rocketed through her, and she found herself out of breath. She pushed against Dron slightly simply because she wanted to catch her breath.

"Please, no...Temptation, please."

Breathing be damned. Tempest didn’t need oxygen as long as she had Dron.

Tempest turned her head to the side and sucked in the little bit of air that she could while holding Dron tight against her body.

Dron pounded into her so hard, she could hear the solid bed creaking under the pressure.

"Death comes quick," Dron muttered. He gripped the bed under Tempest and tore at the soft fabric.

The insides come flying out in a puff, and Tempest couldn’t help but laugh lightly. He was completely out of control. She loved every second of it.

Tempest wanted to see Dron like this all the time. To watch him come apart at the seams all because of her.

Dron pulled one of his arms out from behind her and gripped her hip hard. Tempest knew there would be pain there later, but right now all she could feel was the pressure. She would allow it.

Dron’s eyes opened wider as he stared down at her. His mouth opened slightly. Tempest reached up to grab hold of his face. She wanted to watch every moment of this.

"Tempest." This time when Dron said her name, it sounded like a prayer.

"Yes, I’m yours." She answered the silent question.

"Mine," Dron growled, and she watched in awe as his eyes turned completely black, no white outline to be seen, and the black swirls on his body began to shimmer and glow.

Tempest was in shock. She didn’t know what was happening, but she couldn’t focus on that. She couldn’t focus on that simply because she could feel Dron’s long shaft getting wider inside of her. He was growing. She was stretching more and more until it felt as if she wouldn’t be able to take any more.

"Dron!" She cried out as the pressure became just at the edge of what she could bear.

"Tempest... Oh, my tempest." He spoke breathlessly before he gasped, sucked in a large puff of air, and growled so loud it felt as if it shook the walls.

It definitely shook her heart. The connection was complete; all that was left was for Dron to—

Moments later Dron’s entire body jerked hard, and Tempest could feel a warm liquid gushing into her as he continued to snarl and growl his release.

It was more than she thought possible.

He continued to jerk. His body twitching and tensing as Dron came and came deep inside of Tempest.

A second turned into another and then into ten.

"Dron?" Tempest questioned.

"It...won’t...stop...oh Goddess, it feels so good. Won’t...stop." Dron panted as his body continued to spew his seed deep inside of her.

That was the first problem. Tempest’s body was right on the verge of another orgasm, but she didn’t want to move. She feared if she moved even an inch, she would leak all over the place.

The second problem was the growing pressure Tempest could feel at the very opening of her core.

"Dron, what’s happening?" She tried to pull herself up, but it felt as if something was caught right behind her pubic bone. "Dron!" She shouted as the pressure turned into pain.

"My knot...I’ve knotted," Dron said as if he couldn’t believe it.

A knot!

Tempest was truly connected to Dron; it was just not the connection she was prepared for.