The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 119
At the peak of sensation, he gripped her hips tightly and drove himself deep inside. Simultaneously, her body convulsed, and her inner walls tightened frantically around him, almost as if trying to swallow him whole. The feeling completely consumed Leonid. He wanted to make this sensation solely his—forever, with no one else ever knowing.
He wanted to devour this omega down to her very bones.
Desire rippled in his crimson eyes. His already imposing size swelled even more, and her inner walls gradually widened to accommodate it, like a mold perfectly fitted to him. As the sudden and immense pressure made itself known, Johanna let out a piercing scream, feeling as though her breath might leave her entirely.
It was the knotting.
“Ahh…! It hurts…!”
Her desperate pleas to pull out couldn’t reach the alpha whose reason had already snapped. The pillar, now incredibly enlarged, sprouted multiple ridges that locked tightly against her inner walls, preventing any escape.
She knew that during an alpha’s knotting, it was best to endure the pain in silence, but the overwhelming stretch made her fear she might actually tear.
Johanna sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she thrashed in vain. Yet no matter what she did, the alpha’s deeply embedded manhood wouldn’t budge.
“Hngh, sob…”
In the end, she surrendered, going limp as she wept, and Leonid pulled her close. He adjusted her to sit on his lap, her upper body now upright, and began gently nibbling on her delicate, pale neck.
When his fangs grazed the spot where the pheromone glands lay hidden, Johanna’s body shuddered involuntarily. Was it instinctive fear? Her heart pounded wildly, as if racing downhill. Johanna whimpered and begged,
“N-No, please…”
During knotting, biting the back of the neck could lead to imprinting on the partner. Though rare, this phenomenon of forced imprinting did occur on occasion, even with its low probability.
Desperate to avoid being imprinted by him, Johanna tried to pull her head back, but at that moment, a massive amount of s***n began to pour out from his fully prepared length.
“No, I don’t want this… ngh…”
Leonid firmly gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he sank his teeth deeply into her nape. The bite was so intense that it almost broke the skin, and he flooded the omega in his arms with his pheromones. He wasn’t even conscious of what he was doing—it was pure instinct.
Johanna felt like a prey animal with its throat pierced by a predator. She was filled with fear, dreading the possibility of being imprinted. Unable to resist, she could only pray desperately that the imprinting wouldn’t take hold.
Time seemed to stretch out endlessly.
The swollen length, having released an excessive amount of s***n due to the knotting, began to gradually shrink in size. The ridges that had held fast against her inner walls finally receded. Only then was Johanna able to let out a deep breath.
Leonid, who had been biting her neck all this time, eventually pulled away. However, he didn’t withdraw his manhood, leaving it still buried deep within her.
As they both took a brief respite, Johanna closed her eyes and leaned against his torso. The sweat that had poured from her body began to evaporate, stealing away her warmth, yet her body didn’t cool easily. The heat radiating from Leonid, whose temperature had risen due to his rut, was incredibly intense.
His tongue repeatedly licked the bite mark on her neck. Each time he did, the stinging pain seemed to diminish slightly.
“Ah…”
After some time, the length held within her began to stir once more, its expanding pressure widening her insides. Johanna clutched Leonid’s shoulders and whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the renewed sensation.
He had said it would be a week. That they would have to endure this for an entire week…
She wanted nothing more than to pass out, but her mind remained frustratingly clear and sharp.
The hyper-dominant alpha’s rut lasting for a full week wasn’t an exaggeration. Johanna didn’t step a foot outside the bedroom for the entire duration.
After enduring for hours and finally blacking out, she would come to, only to find herself still being rocked with his manhood lodged deeply within her.
No matter how much she pleaded for it to stop, Leonid, in his frenzied state, couldn’t hear her cries. Yet, in rare moments when his reason returned, he would whisper apologies with a conflicted expression or try to soothe her gently. He would even feed her water or fruit directly when she was too weak to do so herself.
Though they did have proper meals, surviving solely on water and fruit for an entire week wouldn’t have been possible. Nevertheless, almost every waking moment, she was holding him within her.
There was even one surreal experience where, seated on his lap in front of a table, she slowly ate soup while feeling his length moving inside her. It was something she could never imagine experiencing again in her life.
The knotting happened more than ten times, and despite how many times he released, the quantity and thickness of his seed never diminished. On the night of the final knotting, Johanna found herself lying facedown on the carpet, receiving him once more, and thought that this time, without a doubt, she would become pregnant.
If that were the case, then all this suffering… all this overwhelming, entangling chaos between them would finally come to an end.
