I Became the Villain Alpha's Omega (BL)

Zarius held himself completely motionless inside him for several long, agonizing seconds, letting Cherion’s tight, scorching walls adapt to his massive length and heavy girth. His body hovered over Cherion, his eyes fixed intently on Cherion’s flushed face, catching every shallow, trembling breath that rasped through Cherion’s parted lips.

The heat inside the bedroom was stifling. Zarius’s dark, musky Alpha aura merged with the soft, sweet hum of Cherion’s scent, filling the room until the very air between them felt thick and heavy to breathe. Cherion’s body was stretched so taut around Zarius’s intrusion that every tiny pulse of Zarius’s veins rippled straight through Cherion’s heightened nerves.

”Tell me,” Zarius growled, his low voice thick and gravelly with suppressed restraint. His large hand reached up to gently wipe away a trail of sweat trickling down Cherion’s temple. ”Do you feel me, Cherion?”

”Yes... god, yes,” Cherion gasped out, his hands digging blindly into the broad, hard muscles of Zarius’s back, his knuckles turning stark white. He shifted his hips upward against Zarius’s weight, trying to draw him even deeper into his core despite the intense pressure stretching him to his limit. ”Don’t just stand there... move, Zarius.”

Zarius let out a low, primal rumble deep in his chest. Slowly, he began to pull back. He drew his shaft out until only the broad, slick tip remained nestled at Cherion’s opening, before driving straight back in with a long, heavy, unyielding thrust that buried him all the way to the hilt once more.

”Ah!” Cherion’s head cracked back against the plush pillow, his toes curling tightly into the bedsheets beneath them.

Zarius established a relentless, steady rhythm. He set a slow, deep pace at first, every full stroke pulling almost completely clear of Cherion’s body before slamming all the way back in to the very root. The wet, heavy slap of their bodies colliding echoed through the quiet bedroom, filling the air alongside Cherion’s ragged gasps and Zarius’s heavy, rhythmic breathing.

”Zarius... ah... right there—!” Cherion whimpered, his voice breaking as Zarius angled his hips slightly lower, his hard tip grinding directly against the swollen, sensitive bump of Cherion’s prostate with every single hit.

Zarius didn’t miss the reaction. He targeted that exact angle again and again, his broad hips pounding against Cherion’s backside with ruthless, devastating precision. Every stroke hit the mark so dead-center that Cherion’s vision blurred with white light, his mind melting under the sheer friction.

Cherion writhing beneath him was a vision of complete ruin. His silver hair was soaked with sweat, sticking in messy strands to his forehead and temples. His eyes were half-lidded, glassy, and swimming with tears of sheer, overwhelming pleasure, his mouth parted in an endless stream of vocal whimpers and broken curses. The faint, silvery hum of Cherion’s healing power surged uncontrollably beneath his skin in sharp, erratic pulses, while Zarius’s dark, suffocating Alpha aura flared hot and possessive throughout the room, blending their powers together in a heavy, charged haze.

”You are so wet for me,” Zarius rasped, leaning down to lap up a bead of sweat from Cherion’s jawline, his heavy chest pressing Cherion down into the mattress. ”Every inch of you is clamping down so tight.”

”Because you’re... too big...” Cherion gasped, his breath hitching as Zarius pulled out slowly and plunged back in with zero mercy. ”Ah! Stop talking and just...”

Losing the last thread of his restraint, Zarius reached down and hooked his forearm beneath Cherion’s left knee, lifting his leg high and resting it over his broad shoulder. The new position opened Cherion up completely, exposing his internal channel to an even deeper, more brutal angle of entry.

”Z-Zarius, wait...!” Cherion choked out, his eyes widening in sudden panic as his hips were tilted upward.

Zarius didn’t wait. He drove into him with sudden, breathtaking speed, hammering deep into Cherion’s core with fast, punishing thrusts that shook the heavy wooden bed frame.

”Ah! Ah! Zarius...!” Cherion screamed out, his fingers clawing desperately at Zarius’s shoulders, completely helpless under the relentless assault. Every deep hit sent blinding sparks of lightning straight down his spine to his lower stomach, making his legs shake violently against Zarius’s back.

The friction was terrifyingly intense. With his leg pinned high over Zarius’s shoulder, Cherion’s untouched, leaking length was trapped between their slick, overheated stomachs, getting ground hard with every single stroke Zarius delivered. The dual stimulation, the deep, pounding fullness tearing through him inside combined with the sharp friction against his front, drove Cherion rapidly toward the edge of sanity.

”Look at me,” Zarius growled.

Cherion forced his heavy, tear-blurred eyelids open, locking his gaze directly with Zarius’s glowing red eyes. The raw emotion and primal hunger in Zarius’s face completely captivated him. Zarius leaned down, capturing Cherion’s lips in a bruised, messy kiss, swallowing Cherion’s high cries as he increased his pace to an absolute frenzy, slamming into him with maximum force over and over again.

The wet, frantic rhythm of their bodies colliding echoed off the stone walls of the chamber. Cherion’s inner walls gripped Zarius like a tight vice, trembling around the intrusion as the intense pleasure built up into a tight, unbearable knot right behind his navel.

That final, ruthless barrage hit Cherion’s sweet spot without mercy until the coil tight in his belly snapped.

”Zarius!” Cherion shrieked straight into Zarius’s mouth, his inner walls clamping down on Zarius’s shaft as a powerful wave of orgasmic contractions seized his entire body. He came hard between their chests, spilling his hot, thick release all over their slick abdomens, his body shivering in intense, uncontrollable spasms that left him completely breathless.

The tight, milking pulse of Cherion’s inner walls surrounding his shaft proved too much for the Duke to endure.

With a low, primal roar echoing in his throat, Zarius thrust himself all the way in to the hilt, burying his head deep against Cherion’s internal barrier. His broad hips bucked hard twice more before he held himself completely flushed against Cherion’s backside, pouring his hot, heavy seed deep inside Cherion’s core, filling him to the absolute brim with his mark.

Zarius stayed pinned deep inside him, his massive frame trembling slightly as he let out harsh, ragged breaths against Cherion’s wet neck. His large hands held Cherion’s hips pinned tight against his own body, ensuring not a single drop of his release was lost as their shared heat filled the quiet room.

He held him pinned tight, ensuring every drop of his release stayed trapped inside, leaving no space between them, no room for Cherion to doubt what this was. He pressed his face into Cherion’s neck, breathing in the thick, intoxicating scent of their mingled heat.

With every heavy pulse of his body, Zarius anchored Cherion down, needing him to feel the absolute truth of it: that Cherion was his, and only his, completely consumed by the Alpha who refused to let him go.