CHAPTER 92: MAKING THE DON OF LUCERO BEG [R18+]

Lucien could feel Adrian was already close, but for some reason the man kept pumping into him with these shaky, drawn-out thrusts, groaning like he was deliberately waiting for Edmund to finish first.

His cock throbbed deep inside him, hitting all the right places in slow waves, and the omega lifted his hips in desperation, trying to coax him into climaxing.

He clenched around him in a tight pulse, hoping they could at least fall over the edge together.

"Lucien... hahh... hhhh... what are you doing..." Adrian’s voice trembled, almost collapsing into a whimper.

"Fuck..." His hand landed on Lucien’s back as if he needed it to keep his sanity from slipping.

Edmund chuckled behind him. "Just cum, Adrian. You’re already shaking. Go on. I’ll enjoy Lucien for myself after."

His pace slowed to a deep, deliberate glide, savoring the way Lucien’s throat muscles twitched around him.

The omega could taste the bitterness of his precum already, and he was so close he could barely breathe.

"Hah. Let’s see who finishes first," Adrian muttered through clenched teeth.

He slowed down too, only to slam in harder with each push, driving Lucien mad.

The slow rhythm was torture. Every drag of Adrian’s cock felt like climbing right to the peak only to be yanked back down.

Lucien shook his head, muffling a frustrated moan while trying harder to take Edmund deeper, licking and sucking like he needed the Leopard to lose control first.

Edmund felt the urgency and only smirked. "So desperate to cum? Where’s that pride you always flash around like a crown, Don Lucien?"

Lucien glared at him with a spark of fury and nearly bit him, but Edmund was faster. The moment he felt teeth graze his skin, he pulled out and shoved his fingers into Lucien’s mouth instead.

The omega bit down on them with a muffled growl.

"You really are a bad sub," Edmund said, low and warm. "But I like you bratty."

"F-fuck you, Edmund... and you too, Adrian. I want to cum..." Lucien’s voice cracked with frustration, hot and trembling.

His bottom pulsed with pleasure so intense it almost hurt, but it still wasn’t enough.

The relentless slow grind made him feel every twitch of Adrian’s shaft, every beat of his own desperate body, yet he was stuck just beneath release.

His head tilted back helplessly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, and Edmund’s pupils darkened in response.

The Leopard tugged the chain, making Lucien jolt with a startled moan. His toes curled so hard it felt like he might snap, convinced for a second he would finally climax, only for his body to lock up again with no release.

"Holy..." Adrian growled, almost pushed into orgasm by that sudden clamp and tremor.

"You know you can cum without this thing,"

Edmund said as he flicked Lucien’s red, swollen cock with a teasing touch. Precum rolled down the crown in a thick bead, ready to spill.

"AAAHHHN..." Lucien’s body convulsed, his spine arching beautifully.

Tears spilled as he collapsed forward onto Edmund’s hand, sobbing softly.

"Please... Edmund... let me cum. Please..."

His amethyst eyes were glassy and red, glimmering like jewels shaken loose from a crown, and it tugged at something deep inside Edmund’s gut.

The sight of Lucien leaning into his hand like a trembling pet made every instinct snarl awake.

"You really know how to rile up an alpha," Edmund murmured as he lifted the metal wand, letting Lucien’s semen drip down in a slow trail.

Lucien’s eyes widened in relief as the pressure lifted and his orgasm surged up, but Edmund dropped the wand back into place.

The shock sent Lucien screaming, his voice raw with a pleasure he had never felt before.

Edmund kept playing with it, lifting and pressing down again, over and over, pushing him into a writhing mess.

"AHH... AHHHNN... EDMUND STOP..." Lucien’s whole body shook violently, thighs trembling, hands grasping at nothing.

Adrian couldn’t take it anymore. "Fuck it. You’re too much, Lucien."

His thrusts turned brutal and fast, slamming him into the bench hard enough to make it shift against the floor as he pistoned into him with a frantic, hungry rhythm.

The omega could only take it with desperate moans that spilled into soft cries. His mind had already turned warm and fuzzy, stripped of pride and any last bit of control.

He just wanted to cum. Nothing else lived in his head. Nothing else mattered.

"Please... I want to... AHHH..."

Edmund toyed with him without mercy. One hand tugged his nipple until it peaked painfully, and the other teased his cock until it throbbed helplessly.

He jerked the chain hard while thrusting the wand in and out at a pace that felt almost cruel, each movement sending a sharp jolt through Lucien’s spine.

The pleasure was so intense that it had him rolling his eyes.

"Come on, Lucien. Cum with your ass only. You can do it," Edmund murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Lucien felt it. Something fierce and overwhelming coiled inside him, rising fast along with the deep growl Adrian let out behind him.

"Cumming...!"

His release tore through him so violently that he nearly collapsed. His body shuddered as he climaxed from the inside, forced into an orgasm without a single drop spilling from his cock.

Adrian followed a heartbeat later, groaning as he spilled all over Lucien’s back. Warm cum dripped down the curve of the omega’s body and eventually reached the floor.

Lucien’s vision blurred. Every touch was too much. His nerves were lit up and raw, jolting even at the lightest brush.

Frustration quickly replaced the brief relief because his body screamed that it had not fully finished.

He wanted that wand gone. He hated the burning ache of a dry orgasm. He wanted a real release, not this denied, trembling mess.

Edmund lifted his chin with one finger. "How is it? Do you love it?"

Lucien glared at him through falling tears. His voice quivered with anger and need. "Jerk. I hate it. Let me cum. I hate you, Edmund. Fuck you..."

"Ouch. That was harsh," Edmund said with a slow grin.

"But don’t worry. You will. I like that desperate look on your face, so cry a little more. I will give you a reward."

Lucien wanted to spit at him, but he gasped instead when Edmund finally removed the wand.

His semen spilled out in a warm rush, and he nearly collapsed from the relief alone. His legs shook. His body went limp. He had no strength left to resist.

His golden hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His entrance was swollen and dripping, twitching as if begging for another cock.

The worst part was that his body ached for another climax even more than before.

"You ready for another round, Lucien?" the Leopard asked.

Silas rose from the sofa without a word, clapped Adrian’s back once, and the silver-haired alpha rolled his eyes before returning to the couch. Silas knew exactly what the question meant.

"Watching is fun too," Adrian muttered with a shrug.

Silas unbuckled Lucien’s hands and feet from the straps, and the omega fell into Edmund’s arms like a surrendered doll.

The Leopard carried him easily, holding him like a precious toy while Silas prepared something new.

Lucien closed his eyes for a brief moment of rest, aware it would be the only pause he would get.

Silas moved to the shelves and took something down. It made a clicking sound when it hit the metal surface of the table. Lucien opened his eyes just enough to see the dark straps in his hands, long and looped.

Silas fixed part of it to the ceiling, and the dangling pieces swung gently before settling.

Lucien swallowed hard.

It was a sex swing.