Chapter 19 Divinity #2
Ridan glared up at him, his eyes no longer watery and his scent softening. He bared his small fangs at Brune in defiance. “You chased me. You caught me. It’s enough.”
Shaking his head, Brune moved to stroke his fingers along Ridan’s cheek. “No, love, when it comes to you, nothing will ever be enough.”
Ridan didn’t look happy. In fact, for the first time in his life, he looked his age. Brune couldn’t help but smile at the small pout that landed on his lips or the way he shyly looked up at him through lowered lashes.
“Ridan, my omega,” Brune crooned, laying a quick kiss against his pouty lips.
“You have no idea, do you? Just how special you are to me.” He huffed softly, his breath ruffling Ridan’s messy blonde hair.
“When I first saw you on that battlefield, I didn’t see an omega.
I saw a leader. A man standing against an army, with nothing but a sword he couldn’t lift and the conviction that he was right. ”
“I called it divine intervention, but really, I think it was closer to awe. I was in awe of you, Ridan, then and now. Your strength, your intelligence, it all…I wish you could see it. See yourself through my eyes because then you’d know.”
Ridan’s lips wobbled. “Know what?”
“Know that you are as beautiful and unknowable as the night sky. An enduring mystery I want to spend my life getting to solve. That you are wild and free. Your inner strength could crack granite, yet your hands are soft enough to hold the reins of a pony you raised.” Brune’s heart beat in his chest so hard that he feared it would drown out his words.
“If saving you was divine intervention, then loving you was as a falling star cast from the sky, so powerful and bright it had to fall.” He shifted so he could grab Ridan’s hand, placing it on his chest. “It followed the wishes I cast and found its way here, beating in my chest. Can you feel it, Ridan?”
Slender fingers dug into his chest like Ridan was trying to grasp the very thing Brune had asked him to feel. Take it from his chest to look at it, hold it, feel how every beat was to a rhythm he chose.
“Let me court you properly. Officially. Come to you in front of your clan like you deserve. Allow me the chance to earn you, my omega. To be worthy of you.”
Ridan blinked the shine from his eyes as his hands slipped into Brune’s hair, kissing him again.
There were no words needed—Ridan’s response was in the way he kissed, the way he smelled.
He rolled his hips and Brune found they were not far from where they started, interest sparking between them just as hot as before.
His tongue was as daring when he kissed as when he spoke, muddling Brune’s thoughts and turning his blood to liquid fire.
Ridan slung a leg around Brune’s hips, pulling them so close there could be no confusion as to just how interested they both were, when suddenly he was being flipped onto his back.
With the air rushing from his lungs, Ridan straddled him with a wicked grin.
“Alpha,” he purred, rocking his hips down so that any response Brune had died on his tongue as he groaned, hands falling to Ridan’s hips. The omega sat up, pulling what was left of his shirt off.
Brune had seen Ridan without a shirt before.
Many times. But nothing could have prepared him for seeing him like this.
Smirk sliding across his face, the mottled moonlight caressing his skin in a way he wished his hands could.
There was something so intimate in the way he let Brune look.
Like he knew the alpha needed to map every inch of his sun kissed skin.
And oh, how he needed. Brune didn’t think he’d ever been so hard.
He ached. Not just his cock, although he was pretty sure Ridan was trying to kill him with the way he rolled his hips just so.
No, it was everything. Every part of his body thrummed with the desire to touch, to taste, to hold him, to find out where he could touch and how it would make his pretty omega moan.
Fingertips sliding up, his palms pressed into Ridan’s muscular stomach, rising and falling with his quick breaths on skin so hot it nearly burned. Ridan purred, loud and unashamed, the vibrations nearly knocking Brune’s hands free. With half lidded eyes, he leaned down and kissed Brune again.
“You want to make me wait, alpha?” Ridan slurred, his lips not lifting from Brune’s. “Shall I show you just what you’re missing?”
His words were like a sword pointed directly at Brune’s chest. He couldn’t help but pull him forward, kiss the threat from his lips and open himself up to whatever kind of punishment his omega would gift him.
Desperate fingers scrabbled in his hair as he was tugged up, sitting up so he could sling his arms around Ridan, hands splayed across his back as they moved together.
Brune only stopped kissing Ridan to breathe, to fill his lungs with the delicious scent of arousal.
Ridan set the pace, savagely kissing Brune while he rolled their hips together, breath stuttering every time Brune’s cock slipped against his own in a maddening tease of friction.
It was only the distraction of his omegas lips that kept him from ripping his pants off and taking him then and there.
Things like respect and honoring traditions paled compared to the warm damp of slick pressing against his achingly hard cock.
So close, so close, it would be nothing to just dismiss it all.
But then Ridan would keen softly, hips jerking as he took his pleasure. Soft little whines wrung from between swollen lips and Brune would remember where he was and why he had to wait. To treasure.
Brune’s orgasm came fast. It built up in his thighs before being wrenched from him.
His entire body jerked; mouth open as he gasped against Ridan’s lips.
His knot popped right in his pants like he was nothing but a freshly presented pup.
Whatever blood wasn’t in his dick roared in his ears, vision spotting as he rode through what was assuredly the most intense orgasm of his life.
When he came to, his forehead was resting on Ridan’s shoulder.
They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chests heaving.
Their mutual arousal soaked the air in a mix of cooling desire and ruined pants.
He was clutching Ridan to him, arms wrapped so tightly there was no space between them.
Not that the omega seemed to mind. His nose was buried in Brune’s hair, fingers shaking against his shoulders as he came down from his pleasure high.
He smelled like slick and Brune, and it brought back all their discussions of divinity to the forefront of his mind. “You smell so good,” he panted, nosing along Ridan’s jawline.
Ridan hummed, beginning to play with the hair at the base of his neck.
“Like mine,” he growled softly.
With a snort, Ridan jerked his head back by his hair, looking down at him with a haughty expression. “Not yet, alpha.” He bit Brune’s lower lip, tugging it none too gently before he released him. Standing, he swiped his shirt from the ground and used it to clean himself up.
Brune watched him hungrily, his lips sore and his pants ruined.