12. Chapter Twelve #2
Stamina and endurance were expected of alphas and drilled into the Vipers; fucking Sidian required both.
Hot sparks danced along Roman’s spine with every thrust, a pressure building low in his gut every time his knot brushed up against Sidian’s pussy.
Sidian mewled in pleasure and arched beneath him, nails scouring Roman’s flesh until the familiar sting told him his omega had drawn blood.
That was what Roman wanted. Let Sidian claim him in all the ways he wanted to.
“So fucking good.” Sidian strained underneath Roman, lips parted in the cutest pout. “Gonna c-come. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” No matter how badly Roman wanted to chase his own orgasm, he wouldn’t.
Sidian quaked under him, head flinging itself back and forth, the long feathery strands of black hair clinging to Sidian’s cheeks and throat with sweat.
When he came, it was pure agony, his cunt squeezing tight around Roman’s shaft and every thrust demanding Roman to fuck him harder to fight the grip.
Slick gushed around them, soaking Roman’s thighs and knot, but he didn’t slow his thrusts.
No stopping. Not allowing himself to be tempted to knot that perfect pussy when Sidian needed to come again.
Roman’s poor, sweet, deprived little mate.
So much pain. So much pointless suffering. Roman had to make up for it. He had to give Sidian every single blissful second of pleasure he should have had all the time they’d been apart.
Sidian moaned as he bucked his hips, meeting every thrust, heels pressed into Roman’s back so hard he knew they would leave bruises, but it gave Roman perfect leverage. “Need it so fucking bad, alpha. Need you. Don’t you ever fucking leave me again.”
That raw demand ripped through Roman, Sidian’s words slotting into place in his very soul as he leaned down to press his face against Sidian’s.
He needed to kiss his omega, but he could suffer without, gritting his teeth behind the steel bars of the muzzle.
Whatever Sidian needed. Roman would be whatever Sidian needed.
“I’m never leaving you again.” He cupped Sidian’s cheek, staring down into his hazy eyes. “Never. I’ll kill whoever tries to come between us.”
Sidian laughed, tilting his head to dig his teeth into the heel of Roman’s palm. “Save some for me. I wanna help.”
“Gladly.” The thought of him streaked with blood had Roman gripping his mate even tighter, drilling into his cunt with renewed fervor while Sidian shook and mewled beneath him.
The second orgasm had him all but sobbing, and he kicked Roman so hard in the back it hurt. “Knot me, knot me, I want your knot alpha, plea—”
One harsh thrust choked the word off in a cry, Sidian’s cunt eagerly swallowing Roman’s knot.
The sharp pressure of his pussy clenching tighter unleashed the clench in Roman’s guts, his vision going black for just a moment as the pleasure of it hit him all at once.
He spilled inside of Sidian where he was supposed to, and Sidian moaned again, his hips twitching, dragging Roman’s knot against his raw, flayed nerves.
It took Roman time to come down from the high.
Took him time to catch his breath, and then pure wonder choked him until he felt a sting at the backs of his eyes.
He’d feared once that he’d never see Sidian Vey again, that he was ripped from Roman’s arms moments after he removed every obstacle between them, but Sidian was there.
Wrapped around Roman’s knot like a hot little vice, trembling and sweaty, sweet and perfect and a dream come true.
Roman’s. All Roman’s. His sweet little omega mate.
“Fuck.” Sidian’s arms fell into the nest, and Roman saw fresh blood smudged on his fingertips. “Mm. Come here and hold me. I’m tired.”
Laughing, Roman covered Sidian with his body as best he could in the current position, letting his omega rest against the sheets before slipping an arm under his slender back to hold him closer.
His soft tits pressed up against Roman’s chest, and he made a mental note to make good on how badly he wanted to get his mouth on Sidian’s nipples the first opportunity he got.
Sidian nuzzled the front of his throat, sighing against his skin. “I’ll take the muzzle off in a minute. Looks pretty sexy on you, though.”
“I’m sure the boss will be happy to hear that.” He’d sent it for self-control, or so he said, but Roman did not know if he believed that.
Now that he thought about it, he wondered if he might have let something slip when he was a teenager. Or had the boss listened to what details Roman offered and discerned what the power dynamic would be? A muzzle would prevent a bite. It wouldn’t stop Roman from killing anyone.
He could do that with his bare hands, after all.
Sidian nipped his skin, the light pressure of his teeth making Roman dream of something more. “I want you to fuck me as often as possible. And eat me out more.”
“I’d do that every day if you wanted.” Roman could envision that: being woken up by the scent of slick, his face already caged in the welcoming heat of Sidian’s pussy so that the first lazy lick would find his throbbing little clit and have his mate sighing above him.
Sidian slapped him on the chest. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
They would definitely revisit that offer in the future, then.