CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: MINE

Elias’s eyes flew open. His body went taut with startled tension.

Victor sighed; he had no intention of letting anyone or anything interrupt the moment he had waited so painfully patiently for.

His red ether curled by his arms, flared.

The air rippled once, clean and sharp, and the heavy lock on the door clicked shut with a sound that was more final than metal alone could be. Victor’s divine signature, ancient and immutable, flooded the room.

"That can wait," Victor’s breath coasted across Elias’s skin, hot as it touched the damp shell of his ear.

"You can’t."

Elias swallowed hard. His body, still tense from the knock, was suspended in that space between flinch and fall, but the moment Victor’s ether spread, everything stilled. The air pressed warm and thick against his skin, and every breath he took carried Victor’s scent, deep, spiced and overwhelming, like smoke curling around him.

"Ready?" Victor asked, his voice rough with need.

Elias nodded frantically, unable to form words. Victor pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat enveloping him. Elias clenched around him, a moan tearing from his throat.

The stretch burned, but Elias took it, gasping, trembling, nails curling into the sheets. He was tight, unbearably so, and Victor groaned low in his throat, forehead falling to Elias’s shoulder as the first inches slipped in. He kissed the skin there, sweat-damp and flushed, breathing through his own restraint as Elias opened for him, inch by inch, until the base of him was nestled against Elias’s body, slick with heat, completely sheathed.

"So good," Victor groaned, beginning to move with steady thrusts. "You feel incredible."

Elias panted, his body arching to meet each thrust. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, driving him to the edge with every movement. Victor’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt his knot begin to swell.

"Breathe," Victor whispered, and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Fuck," Elias moaned, his voice strained as Victor bottomed out again, his hips flush against Elias’s ass. "You... you’re so big."

Victor chuckled darkly, his hands gripping Elias’s hips harder. "You can take it. You were made for this."

He pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, before slamming back in with a force that made Elias cry out. The rhythm was relentless from the start, each thrust driving Elias further into the mattress, his body rocking with the force of Victor’s movements. The alpha’s cock dragged against that sweet spot inside him with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Elias’s body.

The divine hum returned, heavier now.

Victor’s power moved through him like warm gold being poured too slowly, filling the hollows of his bones, the cage of his ribs, the place just behind his navel where heat had gathered like molten metal waiting to be shaped. Elias felt his pulse echo in strange places, his fingers, his throat, his thighs, every beat matching the pace of Victor’s own heartbeat against his spine.

Victor groaned into his skin, the sound deep, wrecked, and barely human. "So fucking tight," he murmured.

He shifted the angle, and Elias broke, his head falling back, mouth open in a soundless cry as Victor found that spot again, driving into it, again and again, until the only things Elias could feel were slick heat, divine pressure, and the impossible fullness of being known from the inside out.

The room pulsed around them with every thrust, like it was caught in the same rhythm. The sheets were soaked. The air was molten.

Victor’s hips struck deeper now, slick heat sliding again and again into the place that made Elias gasp, his moans spilling out ragged and unguarded. He was past words, past resistance. His body had opened, flushed and trembling, to take more, wanted more. Every motion sent sparks up his spine, tight and blinding, and the ache beneath his stomach bloomed into something tighter.

The divine hum inside him was roaring. Power poured into his body like light bleeding through cracked glass in waves, steady and relentless. It pulsed with warmth, like it belonged there, like it knew his shape from the inside.

Victor was panting now, voice wrecked in his ear, one hand gripping his hip to hold the angle as his rhythm deepened. His other hand slipped under Elias’s body, found the damp, aching length between his thighs, and wrapped around it without hesitation.

Elias cried out. Loud. Shattered.

The dual sensation, Victor inside him and Victor stroking him, sent heat spiraling out from his core, his muscles tightening until they trembled beneath the strain. Each roll of Victor’s hips drove him further, each stroke pushed him higher, until Elias was breathless, helpless, and the slick sound of their bodies was obscene and constant in the haze of the room.

"I can feel you," Victor said, voice rough with awe. "You’re close."

Elias nodded without meaning to. His teeth sank into the inside of his lip, trying to hold it back, trying to drag the moment out longer, but Victor wouldn’t allow it. His fingers tightened. His thrusts turned sharper, timed with each stroke of Elias’s cock, relentless and knowing.

"Victor!" Elias’s voice was high-pitched, desperate, as he reached back to grab onto the alpha’s thigh. His nails dug into the taut muscle there, leaving faint marks that only spurred Victor on.

"That’s it," Victor growled, his breath ragged as he leaned over Elias, his chest pressing against his back. "Take it. Take everything I give you."

Elias could barely form words, his mind consumed by the sensation of Victor filling him over and over again. His cock throbbed between his legs, neglected and desperate for attention, but he couldn’t think about that. All he could focus on was the way Victor moved inside him, the way his knot began to swell at the base of his cock, teasing Elias’s rim with every thrust.

The alpha’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Elias could feel him getting closer, the rhythm becoming erratic as Victor’s breathing grew more labored. The omega’s body responded in kind, his muscles clenching around Victor’s cock as if trying to keep him there forever.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Victor groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You’re mine, Elias. All mine."

Elias whimpered in response, his hands fisting the sheets as Victor’s thrusts became shorter, harder. The alpha’s knot pressed against his entrance with each movement, stretching him further until it finally slipped inside on a more forceful thrust. Elias let out a choked scream, his body spasming as the knot locked them together.

Victor buried himself deep inside Elias with a guttural groan, his hips grinding against the omega’s ass as his climax hit him hard. Elias could feel the heat of Victor’s release filling him, each pulse of cum sending a new wave of pleasure through his body. His own orgasm crashed over him without warning, his cock spurting onto the sheets below.

They stayed locked together, their breaths ragged and bodies trembling as they rode out the intensity of their shared climax. Victor’s weight pressed Elias into the mattress, but he didn’t mind. He felt full in every sense of the word, physically and emotionally, and he never wanted it to end.

Victor nuzzled the back of Elias’s neck, his lips brushing against the omega’s scent gland. "Mine," he murmured again, the word possessive yet tender.