Grinds himself down on the knot, almost as good as getting penetrated with it, and then -- no, he can't possibly, it's too large now, Burr can't mean to -- Burr did this on purpose, to break Alexander's body in as his own, to lay his claim. Alexander hates that, and also it's the best fucking anyone's ever given him. He can't squirm away and doesn't even try as a knot too large is forced against him, choosing instead to hurl himself into this new violation. Even so, it is almost too much, wrenching him open, suddenly embedded heavy at the pit of his belly as his abused flesh clenches tight on it, and Alexander bites down on his own hand and screams.

Not in pain. Oh, most certainly not in pain.

He whites out completely, barely registering the teeth at his throat, the claiming bite, as his entire body convulses. He can't go tight, the presence in him is wide and heavy and a little painful. No, definitely painful, overstimulating, pressing right where it's meant to press. Alexander sobs, because it hasn't stopped, none of the paroxysms of pleasure have stopped, he just keeps seizing, clenching, fluttering around the swell inside him.

If the whispers are true, and an omega's pleasure determines whether seed takes root, then Hamilton will be pregnant before the hour's done. Nothing he can do about it. Burr is within him now, seeding him deep. Burr owns him from the inside out.

By the time the climax is done, Alexander is weak as a kitten, sweat drying on his skin. He reaches up and touches the bitten gland, and his fingers come away bloodied. Another shiver of pleasure, deep in his core, at the sight. He wipes away tears of overstimulation, wishing now that he could summon some of his former arrogance, now that Burr is within him and watching him. Alexander is defenseless. The birthmark between his ribs is an accusing stain, prominent as he recovers his breath.

He tips his head back and closes his eyes. Wraps his legs around Burr's waist, clinging.