I Became the Villain Alpha's Omega (BL)

Zarius didn’t pull back. He stayed buried fully inside, his heavy chest rising and falling against Cherion’s wet skin with every rough, dragged-out breath. His hands stayed locked around Cherion’s hips, pulling him so flush against his body that not even air could slip between them. Down below, where they remained joined, the thick heat of his release sat trapped, held in place by the sheer weight of his body pinning Cherion to the mattress.

Cherion’s left leg, finally freed from where Zarius had held it pinned over his shoulder, dropped weakly onto the bed. His thigh muscles twitched, completely spent, raw from the tension and the relentless pace Zarius had forced on him. Pinned flat against Zarius’s stomach, he was slick and throbbing, a dull, feverish heat burning where their bodies ground together.

He was exhausted. His body felt broken open, filled to capacity, but as he lay there beneath the Alpha’s crushing weight, a strange, fierce heat flared up through the exhaustion.

Cherion lifted his hands, his stiff, trembling fingers dragging up Zarius’s back. He felt the long lines of hard muscle along the Alpha’s spine, damp with sweat. Instead of clinging helplessly, Cherion dug his nails into the meat of Zarius’s shoulders, then slid his hands lower, pressing his palms firmly into Zarius’s lower back, pulling the Alpha down even tighter against his pelvis.

At the same time, Cherion flexed tight around what was trapped inside him, consciously milking every inch of him.

Zarius let out a sharp, ragged gasp into Cherion’s neck, his entire frame shuddering as the sudden, intense suction inside Cherion squeezed him to the core.

”Cherion...” Zarius growled, a warning thread in his voice, but Cherion didn’t stop.

Cherion rolled his hips slightly, tilting his pelvis upward to drag his internal heat directly against Zarius’s most sensitive spot. He squeezed again, a deliberate, rhythmic pulsing that sent a wave of friction straight through Zarius’s lower body. Cherion reached up, tangling his wet fingers into Zarius’s dark hair, physically forcing Zarius’s head up so their faces were inches apart.

Cherion didn’t wait. He lifted his head, pressing his wet lips hard against Zarius’s mouth, capturing Zarius’s rough breaths in a messy, demanding kiss. He used his tongue to slide against Zarius’s, tasting the raw tang of their shared heat, sucking softly on Zarius’s lower lip before dragging his mouth down to lick and nip at the hard line of Zarius’s jaw.

Zarius’s breath hitched, his pupils blown so wide the dark irises were nearly gone. The effort Cherion was putting into driving him crazy, the tight, rhythmic squeezing down below and the desperate kisses along his neck, made Zarius’s jaw set hard, his broad shoulders trembling under the strain of keeping his composure.

Cherion pulled Zarius down by his hair until their foreheads pressed together, his breath hitting Zarius’s mouth, hot and heavy.

”Look at me,” Cherion rasped, his voice ruined and thin, but laced with a clear, fierce pride as he felt Zarius shaking above him. ”Look at what I do to you.”

Cherion tightened his internal grip once more, making Zarius let out a low, guttural groan that vibrated straight through Cherion’s chest.

”Remember this,” Cherion whispered, his hands sliding down to grip Zarius’s neck, digging his nails in just enough to leave a mark. ”Remember how I make you feel. No one else touches you like this. No one else gets to bring you to your knees. You belong to me, Zarius. Only me. Only this Cherion.”

Seeing the dominant Alpha trembling above him, pushed to the edge purely by Cherion’s hands, mouth, and body, made the claim ring absolute. Zarius’s eyes blazed with a terrifying mix of pride and sheer hunger.

To take that look from the man he had just utterly undone and filled knocked the breath right out of him.

”Say it again,” Zarius growled, his large hands sinking into Cherion’s thighs, pushing them wider apart, anchoring his lower body flat against the mattress.

”You’re mine,” Cherion gasped out, his hips giving an involuntary upward tilt, chasing the hard, solid pressure inside him. ”You don’t get to belong to anyone else. I won’t let you.”

Zarius didn’t answer with words. He lowered his hips, driving his weight straight back in.

It wasn’t the fast, violent pace from before. It was a slow, agonizingly thick grind. He rolled his hips forward, burying himself to the absolute root, pushing deep into the swollen, sensitive depth of Cherion’s core. The sudden movement stirred the pooling release trapped inside, working it deeper into Cherion’s walls, generating a thick, wet slide that sounded entirely too loud in the quiet room.

Cherion’s mouth fell open, a high, broken cry tearing from his throat. His back arched off the bed, his stomach muscles seizing as his front erection ground hard against Zarius’s lower belly.

”Zarius...” Cherion choked out, his fingers clutching wildly at Zarius’s back, his short nails scraping down the hard muscle. ”Ah, wait... it’s too... it’s too much...”

”You said I’m yours,” Zarius rasped, his voice dark, thick with a dangerous mix of pride and lust. He didn’t pause. He pulled back just an inch before driving back down, rolling his pelvis to crush Cherion’s front against him while sliding hard into his rear. ”Then take all of it. Don’t close your eyes.”

Every shift, every tiny drag of motion, was pure torture. Because Zarius stayed so deep, every slow pull and heavy push rubbed directly against the most sensitive spots inside Cherion, spots that were already raw and aching from the climax they’d just shared.

Cherion wept softly, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and soaking into his hair, but he didn’t turn his head away. He kept his eyes locked on Zarius, his gaze blurred with tears and pleasure. He gripped Zarius’s shoulders tighter, pulling the heavier man down until he could press his slick, feverish lips against Zarius’s jawline, kissing the rough skin there over and over.

”Mine,” Cherion sobbed into Zarius’s skin, his hips rising on their own to meet the slow, crushing thrusts. ”You’re... mine...”

Zarius let out a ragged breath, his forehead dropping against Cherion’s shoulder as he accelerated the pace just a fraction. It was relentless, heavy work, the sound of their wet, slapping skin echoing off the walls alongside Cherion’s helpless, rhythmic breathless cries.

Zarius kept his hands locked onto Cherion’s hips, refusing to lift himself out even a tiny bit, keeping the internal seal completely tight. He wanted Cherion to feel every lingering trace of his touch, every solid inch of his weight, until the line between where he ended and Cherion began completely vanished.

Cherion’s lower body was completely numb with heat. With every forward push, Zarius pressed deep, hitting that sensitive spot until a sharp, dizzying wave of pleasure surged straight up Cherion’s spine.

”Look at what you’re doing to me,” Cherion whimpered, his voice cracking as he felt another wave of unwanted, overwhelming pleasure building right at the base of his stomach. ”Zarius... please... I can’t...”

”You can,” Zarius growled against his neck, his teeth lightly nipping the sensitive skin over Cherion’s pulse point. ”You’re taking all of me. Keep holding onto me.”

Cherion did. He wrapped his arms fully around Zarius’s broad neck, crossing his ankles around Zarius’s lower back to lock him in place.

He didn’t even have to touch himself. The sheer depth of Zarius grinding inside him pushed him right over the edge again. Cherion cried out, a high, breathless sound, as his body clamped down tightly around Zarius’s embedded length, his internal muscles pulsing in desperate, uncontrollable waves.

The intense, unexpected tightness of Cherion’s second climax squeezed Zarius so hard it broke his control. Zarius let out a deep, guttural roar, his hips snapping forward one last time, driving in as far as his body would allow.

”Yours,” he rasped, his voice wrecked with heat. ”Look at me... take all of it.” He held himself pinned there, his broad back rigid, his muscles locking up as another hot wave of his release spilled out deep inside Cherion, mixing with what was already trapped there.

They stayed like that, locked together, chest to chest, completely motionless except for the violent trembling of their bodies and the harsh, heavy gasps of air filling the room.

Cherion buried his face into Zarius’s neck, his fingers still weakly clutching the back of Zarius’s shirt, his body completely filled and anchored to the bed beneath the heavy, unyielding weight of the Alpha who belonged only to him.