The air was filled with the omega's strong pheromones, driving everyone present insane. Such a specie in heat made them irresistible; designed to simply sexually attract the other members. It took every single restraint to not fuck the squirming man in my lap right there and then, my embellished fingers digging into the white tank top like it would be my life support.
"Everyone. Out." I gritted through my teeth, though it seemed like the warriors in the room had the exact same response as I did. Everyone eager to get their share, claiming him as theirs.
My black eyes flicked to the other men in the room, the challenging and storming gaze making them flinch, "Out!"
I shouted to them, the room emptying in a second; the door left to swing behind. My eyes shut tightly, Ezekiel whining desperately in my arms, "Leonel, please."
He would beg, a low exhale escaping my mouth. I was holding to the thinnest string that I had, doing everything to not actually mark and claim him this exact moment. The plump butt that was being rubbed against my crotch didn't make it any easier, I myself being as hard as he was in a mere second. I felt like my thoughts would be travelling with the speed of snail's, after a moment the original idea that I had finally reaching its destination.
I rose up from the chair, taking the little omega within me. His lips came to my neck, kissing and sucking it as his hands slithered into my hair. I could only curse in my mind, the touch and proximity nearly fooling me to snatch the stupid string in two.
I wanted him so much, though I knew that he wouldn't like to be in a heat while we'd mate. It's not really sane or clear to the submissive, and I had more control in situations like these; the faint line between consent being so thin that it was the best to not even touch it.
"Leonel, ngh. . . please, fuck me" Ezekiel whispered against my neck, earning an animalistic growl from me. He definitely wasn't making it easy.
"Calm down, pet."
I walked to one of my cabins, searching for a tiny key from the top shelf, "I'm going to help you in a second."
The wolf's black hair popped to the same level as my eyes, the pale blue orbs watching me through a fog. I could feel his hardened length against my lower abdomen, his thighs tightly wrapped around my waist, "Now."
The soft and rosy lips took mine before I could even blink, kissing me so intensely that I had to literally balance myself by the cabinet with my other hand. The small ache of my shoulder was still evident, but everything this tiny mosquito did washed it away pretty quickly. His tongue was deep in my throat as he grinded himself to me, a low groan leaving my mouth.
Fucking hell.
I wanted nothing but slam him to the table and pound into him, the image making shivers rake through me.
I grabbed him harshly from the jaw, pulling his face far enough away that I could watch his cloudy eyes open, "Play nicely, hmh?"
I stroked the jawline, panting slightly from the desire and craving that I swam in, "You'll soon get what you want."
I didn't even know if he was hearing what I said, those glistening and high orbs tracing every movement my lips made. God, he somehow just looked fuckable. It's not like I would've not ever wanted him this much, but something in his addictive and attractive scent made me scared of losing myself into it. I'd need to have control over my body before I could do anything to him.
I let go of his jaw, a wonky grin spreading to the other's lips as he smacked them back to mine.
I guess he happened to be bratty even in a state like this.
"Jesus Christ." I mumbled while his tongue found its way back to my mouth, the fingers in my brown curls tugging them urgently.
I dropped the key in my hand to the floor, giving up on the plan to introduce him to my innocent little donjon, because it seemed like we weren't getting any further than my office. I pushed my fingers under his shirt from the backside, gracing the familiar pearly skin. There was no shyness or doubt in Ezekiel's head, his whole mind fully searching for pleasure. He didn't draw in or flinch when I touched him or took in his beautiful body.
He was so deep in the whirls of desire that he had lost that part of him.
"Ngh. . ." He moaned against my lips as I started to take steps towards the leather sofa beside the window, my hands hungrily touching his sides and back. My cock throbbed in my pants in pure lust and want, every single cell in me eager to get this pretty man naked and withering under me.
I flopped him down to the couch with ragged breathing, immediately attacking his clothes, They would all be gone; ripped and torn until there was nothing to hide anymore. My black eyes took him in with a predatory glaze as I lowered his pants to his ankles, revealing the pre-cum lathered cock of his.
I drew in breath from between my teeth, a small hissing to be heard as I watched his squirming and blushing form, "Someone's excited, hmh?"
Ezekiel breathed unevenly, opening his legs to the widest on the couch, "P-Please."
A wicked smirk spread to my lips, my prevailing side enjoying every single moment of his miserable soliciting. As his thighs parted, you could also see the leaking and aching hole that demanded attention, Ezekiel's fingers slithering their way there.
Though not before I gave him a hard slap to the hands, lowering down my other knee against his crotch, "Tsk, tsk."
I rubbed his cock with my leg as my somber baritone washed through him, the omega's blue eyes rolling to the back of his head. His back arched from pleasure, a low groan leaving his mouth, "Aah. . ."
I moved my fingers to his shirt, pulling it over his head and exposing the light nipples that decorated his chest. I hummed in delight, though not pulling the shirt over his hands, but rather tying them over his head so the eager fingers of his would stay out of my way.
I continued to massage his member as I watched the outcome of his exterior with a bite of my lip. He truly was the sexiest and most beautiful creature I've ever seen. His skin wasn't perfect, full of faint scars and freckles. He was lean, but muscular and he had an amazing shape. Though nothing beat his face, the sharp and high features that delivered the snappy and ordering demands. The black hair fell down to his blue eyes, those of which reminded me of the lake around the Castle.
So magnificent, so graceful.
I lifted my fingers to his chin, lifting up his blissy face to be met with my hard ones. He ground his hips harsher against my knee, moans escaping his tight throat. My pants were covered in his slick, though nothing was hotter than the scent of it.
I loved to know that I could make him feel such satisfaction.
"Do you want to be fucked?" I asked him eloquently, pressing my finger against his bottom lip. It slid in, welcomed by his wet tongue that started to suck it. I suffocated a groan, the image of his lips around my cock making me tingle.
"Mmh" he nodded and moaned around my thumb, watching me from under the long and dark lashes. My jaws clenched together as I was pushed to the edge once again, my gums itching from the want to mark him.
"Why don't you then be a good boy and lay down for me?" I let go of his chin, as well removing my knee from his crotch. It seemed to upset him, though the promise in my sentence made his red and panting frame to lower down as I had suggested.
That got to be the first time he obliged without a protest. My stark and strong features followed his every movement as I started to open my shirt's buttons, slightly turning towards my office table.
"Leonelll!"
I fished a couple of nice toys out of my lowest locker with all the patience in the world, the needy mewls in the background making me smile.
"What, baby?" I murmured in response, turning back to him with a dildo in my hands. He was trembling in his spot, starting to look a bit like he would be soon crying if I didn't proceed.
"I need— I-I needd. . ." his heels dug into the leather, his knees rubbing together as he tried to get any friction possible.
I tilted my head as I lowered down to the couch over him, taking hold of the armrest behind his head with my other hand. The blue eyes flicked to the peachy coloured dildo in my left hand, my brows rising as I waited for his reaction.
I wouldn't be doing anything he didn't want to.
Though I didn't need to worry about that, Ezekiel's cheeks somehow blushing even deeper red, "P-Please. . ."
He opened his legs to me, making a wave of heat travel down to my lower stomach. His hands were hanging down from the armrest, tugging on the shirt in an attempt to get rid of it.
"Mmh, what? I think I didn't really catch it."
I continued to tease him, my low voice resonating in the room. The dildo in my hands lifted up to my mouth, my tongue slithering out to twirl around the tip's mushroom. His chest rose sharply in an inhale, his hips buckling up as he wide-eyed stared the act I put on for him.
I think he forgot what he was asking as I took the shaft completely into my mouth, pushing my clothed crotch against his. My black eyes traced his every twitch as I took the dildo deep into my throat, the other starting to shake even harder.
"I-I-I. . ." He rubbed his shins against my waist, trying to get me closer by wrapping his legs around me.
The tip of the toy hit the back of my throat just as I started to grind my crotch to his, Ezekiel letting out a series of loud moans. His eyes shuttered close for a second, his whole lower body tensing up, "A-Aahh. . ."
I pushed down, drawing the dick out of my mouth at the same time. It was lathered in my saliva, a drop of it dripping down from my chin as I took the other's lips into a deep kiss. I moved my other hand to his hair, gripping his scalp tightly as I slid the toy across his chest.
He was close to an orgasm even when I hadn't really even touched him, every sensation making him wither and groan. The couch beneath us complained, the leather crackling between the omega's groans.
"Nhh. . ." Ezekiel moaned into my mouth, my tongue suffocating and muffling it. I was unbearably hot, every part of my body aching to get inside him. My chest rubbed against his as I lifted my crotch ever-so-slightly to lower the dildo down on his V-line, on his other thigh and eventually to between his butt cheeks.
I could feel how he tensed up as the tip of it touched his pulsating hole, my hold on his hair tightening. His legs opened further, him clearly eager to let me touch him. The moans and groans that he sighed into my mouth strengthened that aspect, making me nearly see stars.
He was so sexy, so pretty. Every voice and touch, everything turned me on. I wanted to play with him and I wanted to edge him, use all the ways to squeeze an infinite amount of pleasure out of him.
I circled the dildo's tip around his hole, occasionally pushing gently. Ezekiel time after another moaned, until one much higher shout cut them off, "A-Aah!"
His lips separated from mine as I pushed the tip in, the shouts continuing louder and louder, "Ah, aahh— ngh!"
The chosen toy was quite small, so it went pleasantly in.
I opened my eyes to be met with his sweating and blushing form, my hand carefully pushing more of the dick in. He was breathing so unevenly and raggedly, his eyes tightly pressured shut.
His hole clenched around the toy, probably trying to adjust to the foreign object; my lips landing on his jawline to calm him down. To reassure and show affection, so he wouldn't be spooked by the dirty and new things we did. To show him that I wasn't going to hurt him no matter how pleasurable I felt his body be, that I wouldn't suddenly cruelly use him just because I felt like it.
That I was still here, his mate.
Ezekiel's butt wiggled softly on the dick, gulping more of it in as the stretch turned into satisfaction. My lips lowered down to his neck, kissing it feverishly and mauling all the faint blood vessels until his skin was simply bruised.
"Mmh— ah!" Ezekiel's hips buckled against mine, the toy being swallowed completely by his slick-full hole.
"P-Please, I want to t-touch you!" he moaned to the air, my hand gently starting to draw the dildo in and out. I ignored the plea, my lips moving down to his nipples. After that he was just an incoherent mess of shouts and screams, my hand pumping the dick harder and faster into him. He was trembling so badly as my tongue was pressed against the nub on his chest, not long after that his whole body tensing in an orgasm.
He'd shoot his warm cum to our torsos, a loud scream leaving his mouth, "A-Aahh!"
But I wouldn't stop there, not even while he came. I continued, every second harder and harder, for so long until the toy kept equally loud sounds as did the male as it hit his skin. He was squirming, trying to get away from me at the same time as he pushed himself in. He was cumming time after another, his warm semen messing our bodies. My own cock was pulsing in my pants desperately, I myself so close to my high as well.
"Ah, Leonel! L-Leo!" my lips glided down on his skin, pecking the stomach that was glistening in cum; the thighs that were shaking and tensed up. There were faint lines of his muscles, my lips visiting every place possible.
"Leon—!" I opened my eyes, the image that I saw nearly sending me over the edge.
His mouth was opened widely, a silent scream remaining under the smacks in the otherwise quiet room. He was spurting out another streak of cum, that landing straight to his own stomach. He was sweating, red mess, all of his black hair stuck against his forehead.
So fucking beautiful, and all by me.
I reached my tongue for his cock, receiving an instant moan as it met with it. I circled my lips around his shaft, gulping everything instantly down. The dildo was still harshly pumped into him, the salty taste of him making me groan.
"Ahh! Leonel! Aah— ngh!" I had to push his hips down with my other hand because he was bouncing so much, my mouth starting to bop on his cock. Everything in the situation was so arousing, the room simply filled by our pheromones; making the atmosphere nearly suffocating.
"Ahh!"
I could feel his cum spurt into my mouth accompanied with a loud moan, I myself swallowing every drop. His sounds quieted slowly as I gently drove his high down with my mouth, removing the dildo at the same time. My eyes lifted to the omega under me as I let his dick blop out of my mouth with a smack, the man's limbs going unresponsive.
He flopped, most likely just passing out from the exhaustion and intensity. I was still panting as I threw the dick somewhere to the floor, my hands going immediately to gather the limp omega from the couch. His skin was so hot that I couldn't but frown down to his sleeping frame, worry coming to the very front of my mind.
I moved his hair from his eyes, kissing the wet forehead tenderly, "My mate."
I mumbled as I pulled him against my chest, pressing my nose to the crook of his neck. The so familiar scent that had driven me insane multiple times in the past weeks was addicting, my wolf in need of it every single day. It was like summer, rainy air and forest all succumbed together; and I loved it.
I didn't know how I had grown to care about him so much, but I couldn't even live without him anymore. The way those blue eyes had watched me here the first time we met was something different.
It had felt like lightning, electricity flashing all over my body. He was full of fire and stubbornness, the sharp gaze making me melt for him. No one ever talked to me like him, no one ever watched me like that. Like they didn't give a fuck, like they'd be ready to slash me into two if the opportunity arose.
Everyone treated me either politely or then with terror in their eyes, all the citizens still afraid of how I looked; how much I looked like my father. They knew that I could do the same things if I wanted, but it just made my life lonely and cold. No one dared to upset me, and everyone apologized under my feet if a mistake was made. But this thing, this omega, he wasn't like that at all.
He put up with me, fighting and yelling. And for some reason it made me feel like a human, like a person with feelings and desires.
I breathed his scent deeply, not relaxing my hold of him at all. I wanted to just savour in his touch, take everything from him to myself.
At some point I had been ready to simply lock him in my apartment if he'd grown to dislike me, but it wouldn't probably have been smart. At first, I just didn't know how to handle my feelings; how to stay out of it and keep him far away. I wanted him to like me, but I wanted him to hate me.
Because that was the easiest way. But I couldn't do it, and he didn't react to it the same way the others did either. He'd say 'fuck you' and stomp over me, not push himself away and avoid me.
He was perfect.
I'd still make myself look harsh and commanding, but in reality I would be watching him gently when he didn't notice, smiling to his face every time he slept. He had totally wrecked my head.
I had to look tuff and cruel, that was what I was born to learn. But I never had been that; I had done things that haunt me during nights, visions and memories that didn't let me sleep. But I hadn't wanted to do them, I had been just taught that it was the only way.
I kissed his neck multiple times before I was content, after that walking out of my office still in my thoughts. He was like a fragile piece of glass in my hands as I lowered him down to the couch in the living room, my fingers going to stroke his cheeks until I ripped myself away from him.
I had to clean us after all, and with a warm cloth I got it done. The male was deep in his sleep, his chest heaving finally calm and uneven as he breathed. I couldn't stop touching his hands and hair, at the end of the day getting to pull him fully into my arms.
I'd cradle him against my body with dozens of pillows and blankets, murmuring everything sweet like an idiot.
I placed his head to my neck, closing my eyes with a soft sigh. I hadn't got off myself, but I didn't care about that in the slightest. A couple of weeks back it would've been the only thing I did care about, but right now the mate in my lap was more important.
I'd give everything for him, I would.
"Sleep well, Ezekiel."
I whispered over his soft snores.
A big lump got stuck in my throat as I kept thinking about him, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
I exhaled lowly, my hands shaking.
"I love you."
I bit my teeth together, scared of what I had just said. But it was the truth, no matter what I tried to convince myself.
Everyone could see me just as a walking, cold shell. But I did know how to love.
It was the reason why I had become the merciless and ruthless Royal in the beginning.
I was the man who challenged and killed his own father. They said I didn't feel anything. That I was a monstrous person, and that I didn't care about people close to me.
And it hurt.
Because I did, I really did.
"So fucking much."
AN:
Side of Leonel that you can't see.