Adina woke up to wet heat. At first, she thought it was a dream. It was past midnight, everyone and their mothers should be asleep.

And yet… A breathy high moan slipped past her lips before she was even fully conscious. Her hips twitched, her thighs clenched around something… warm.

Firm hands gripped her thighs, prying them open. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused.

Her breath caught.

Thorne was there. On his knees at the edge of the bed, his mouth buried in her pussy, eating like a man starved. His hair was wild, his jaw tense.

His rut shouldn't be here yet. Not until two days' time. And yet… His skin is hot, his breath ragged, he glanced at her for a second and the usual restraint in his gaze? Gone.

Oh, his rut was here.

She reached down, threading her fingers in his hair, "T-Thorne." She stuttered as his tongue flattened against her clit in one long stroke.

The first lick isn't rough or greedy. It's careful, like he's tasting something sacred.

Thorne moaned, low in his throat, and the sound vibrates against Adina's cunt.

"Oh my god," Adina gasps out, body trembling.

"You taste like you've been waiting for this," Thorne said, his voice thick. "Like this cunt was made to keep me on my knees." He starts licking in earnest now, deep strokes of his tongue, from entrance to clit and back down. He parts Adina's folds with two fingers and spits, watching it drip down like he's marking it.

Adina's head fell back against the pillow as Thorne licked a deep, filthy stripe through her folds again. His tongue curled inside her this time, and the sound she made sent a growl vibrating through his chest.

He pulled back just enough to speak, chin glistening, lips swollen. "Look at you," he rasped, dragging two fingers slowly through her slit, watching them come back drenched. "You're dripping like you want me to lose my mind."

"Thorne…" she whispered, her body jerking when his thumb brushed her clit.

"I am losing my mind," he muttered darkly. His hand wrapped around her thighs again, yanking her flush against the edge of the bed.

He buried his face in her again.

This time, it was filthy. His tongue moved in circles, lips sucking at her clit until she was thrashing, moaning out his name like a prayer. Her thighs trembled around his head. She gripped his hair tighter, not to pull him away but to keep him there.

"Please—oh god—Thorne, I can't—" she gasped.

"Yes, you can." His voice was thick, hoarse. "You're taking it."

"I'm gonna—gods—fuck—don't stop—don't fucking—"

She jerked once, twice, her whole body seizing like the air's been punched out of her and cums. It rips through her without warning, a full-body spasm, thighs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream.

Thorne moaned into her, he kept licking through it.

Adina twitched, her body spent. "Sensitive—Thorne—s'too much—"

"I'm not done," he said. "Not even close."

Adina pants, breathless and sweaty. She's trembling, her cunt throbbing.

But Thorne just held her open and kept eating. "One more. Just one more, baby." He murmurs into her cunt, voice low and ragged. "I know you've got it."

"I can't—"

"Yes, you can." He pressed two fingers in, no resistance, Adina was already so wet, so open, his fingers slide in till the knuckle with a filthy, wet sound.

Adina gasped, her back arching off the bed. "F-fuck—"

Thorne groaned, watching the way his fingers disappear inside her, cunt clenching around them like it doesn't want to let go. "God, you're still pulsing. Still sucking me in."

He curls his fingers, then his mouth is back, tongue flicking fast over her clit, his free hand spreading her open wider like he wants to see everything he's ruining.

Adina keens, thighs trembling around Thorne's shoulders, she's so wet it's dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. It's slick and obscene and hot, and Thorne's face is fucking soaked.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Thorne groaned. "Want to knot you. Fill you up."

Adina whimpered, her voice breaking.

"You'd take it," Thorne said. "You always do. Greedy little thing. So pretty when you're fucked out."

"I'm not—I can't—"

"You can," he growls, lips brushing hot. "You will. Be good for me. Come again."

Adina's orgasm wrecked through her again, harder than before. Her body convulses, back arching off the sheets. Her cunt clenches around Thorne's fingers.

She sobbed Thorne's name like a hymn.

But Thorne didn't stop. He couldn't. He was staring at her like he was under some kind of spell, his eyes dark, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling heavily.

"Fucking look at you," he rasped. "You're trembling. You're dripping. You're so fucking wet for me, baby. Like your body knows it's mine."

He pulled his fingers out slowly, watching how her cunt twitched around the loss. Her slick coated his fingers, dripping down to his palm, and he licked it off. One slow drag of his tongue, eyes never leaving hers.

Adina whimpered, dazed. "Thorne…"

"Not done," he growled. "You think I'm gonna stop now? When you're spread out like this?"

He stood up then, towering over the bed. All naked in his glory. His cock was hard, thick, flushed, and dripping. Leaking like he'd been aching for her for hours. Veins bulging. The tip angry red.

Adina's breath hitched. She's seen it plenty of times but this… in rut. It was way bigger, way thicker than she knew. "Thorne—"

He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach before she could finish. "Get on your knees, ass up," he ordered, his voice low and wrecked. "Present for your alpha."

Adina scrambled to obey, still breathless. Her body was sore, overstimulated, slick, but the moment she felt his hands on her again, she moaned.

"Fuck," Thorne hissed. "Look at this ass."

He grabbed a cheek and slapped it hard, making her jolt from the pain.

Adina moaned, trembling. "Oh my god—"

"You like that?" Another slap on her ass again. "You want to be treated like a good girl or a whore?"

She choked on a breath, head fuzzy. "I—I don't—"

He leaned forward, crowding her. His cock dragged along her slit as he reached over and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her up slightly. "Use your words."

"Whore," she whispered. Her cheeks burned, but the arousal between her legs only intensified. "Treat me like your whore, Alpha."

He growled, low and animalistic, "You want it rough?" he rasped. "You want to be used, don't you?"

"Please—"

"Say it."

"Yes, I want to be used."

He slammed his hips forward without warning, burying himself inside her in one long, punishing thrust. The stretch knocked the air out of her lungs. Her mouth fell open, fingers curling into the sheets.

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"You take me so well," he grunted, starting to move. "Like you need it. Like your cunt's been waiting all day to be filled."

His pace was brutal. Skin slapping against skin, the filthy sounds of wetness and moans filled the air.

And every few thrusts, he reached back and slapped her ass again, watching the way it jiggled. "You're so good like this," he growled. "Taking me so deep. Letting me fuck you dumb."

Adina sobbed into the sheets, her body rocking with every thrust. Her hands gripping the sheets in tight fists, trying to ground herself, but Thorne wasn't letting her catch her breath.

His hands slid up her back, rough and possessive, until he grabbed a fistful of her hair again and pulled her up. Her back arched into him, her tits bouncing with each thrust. He wrapped a hand around one of them, squeezing hard, until she gasped.

Then, he bent forward and bit down on her shoulder. A sharp, possessive bite.

Adina screamed. It burned, but the pain only made the ache between her legs sharper.

"You're mine," Thorne growled against her skin, licking over the bite. "Fucking mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," she whimpered. "I'm yours, Alpha—"

He pinched her nipple, hard, and she cried out again.

"Say it louder."

"I'm yours! Yours, yours—fuck—"

"You're dripping," he snarled. "I feel it. Fuck! You're squeezing me like you want to keep me inside you forever."

He pounded into her harder, his thrusts rougher now. His balls slapped against her soaked cunt with each movement.

Adina was falling apart, her voice gone hoarse from moaning, her cunt a throbbing mess, her body so overstimulated she felt drunk on it.

"Please—please, Alpha—" she babbled. She didn't even know what she was begging for.

But he did, and without warning, he pulled out.

Adina cried out at the loss. "N-no, wait—what—"

"On your back," Thorne growled. "Wanna see your face when I make you cum again."

She obeyed, dizzy, barely able to move. He helped her, flipping her effortlessly onto her back. Her legs fell open, shaky and soaked.

He lined himself up again, cock dripping, angry and swollen and pushed back in deep.

Adina arched, a choked sob escaping her lips. "Too much—Thorne, I can't—"

"You will," he growled. He leaned over her, lips at her ear. "You're gonna cum on my cock again. I want you to feel me in your belly."

He slid one hand between them, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while still fucking into her like he was trying to break her.

Adina screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. She clawed at his back, tears leaking from her eyes from the force, but he didn't stop.

Not until he felt her tighten again, another orgasm building fast. "That's it," he rasped. "One more. Cum again, baby. Milk me."

His voice broke on the last word, and then, he slammed in deep one last time, spilling inside her with a broken groan, his knot swelling, locking them together.

Adina whimpered, trembling around him, completely wrecked.

Thorne kissed her jaw, her cheek, her neck, he soft now, soothing. "One hour till my rut kicks in fully."

And Adina's eyes snapped open in horror. That. Wasn't. His. Rut?