CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 209: THE PRIZE

[WARNING - Spice ahead...again.]

He took his time, a slow descent that stole the air from both their lungs. The stretch was a burning pressure that consumed him entirely. Dax’s head fell back against the sofa, a raw, guttural sound tearing from his throat as his body was engulfed by Chris’s tight, slick heat.

Chris’s own head fell forward, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as his body adjusted to the overwhelming size of him. He could feel every pulse, every throb of the cock buried deep inside him. He paused for a moment, savoring the intimacy and the sensation of being completely possessed.

Then, he began to move.

He rose up slowly, almost to the point of withdrawal, before sinking back down just as slowly. He set a languid, torturous rhythm, a rise and fall that was designed to drive them both to the brink of insanity. His own slick coated them, making it easier for him to take Dax deeper with each pass. Dax’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him, urging him on, his fingers digging into Chris’s flesh as he fought for a release that was now, finally, within his grasp.

"Chris..." Dax’s voice was a ragged, desperate chant. "Chris... Chris..."

"Look at me," Chris demanded, his own voice strained with pleasure. Dax’s eyes opened, dark and dazed, locked on Chris’s. "You’re mine," Chris whispered, his words a vow, a promise, a final, triumphant claim. "All mine."

The words were a lit match to gasoline gas. For a moment, Dax simply stared, his chest heaving, his hands gripping Chris’s hips as if they were the only things that tied him to reality. Then, something in his eyes shifted, and the haze of pleasure cleared, replaced by his predatory focus.

With a fluid, powerful motion that stole Chris’s breath, Dax surged upward. He wrapped his arms around Chris’s waist, twisted, and returned the omega to the sofa cushions in a terrifying feat of strength. The world tilted, and suddenly Chris was on his back, his legs spread wide, Dax’s massive frame blanketing him, pinning him down with his weight.

The king’s hands slammed into the cushions on either side of Chris’s head, caging him in. The gold rings gleamed, catching the light as Dax’s knuckles went white. He was still buried deep inside him, but now the angle was deeper. The slow, teasing rhythm was gone.

"Your prize?" Dax growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through Chris’s entire body. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Chris’s ear. "You are my prize to take."

Before Chris could form a response, Dax moved. He withdrew almost completely, only to slam back into him with a force that made Chris cry out, his back arching off the sofa. This was not the slow, controlled pace from before. Each thrust was a new physical mark of declaration of possession.

Chris’s hands fumbled for grip, his fingers digging into Dax’s broad shoulders, his nails scoring the skin. The pleasure was blinding, a white-hot wave that crashed over him with every powerful stroke. He was being consumed and dismantled in the most delightful manner.

Dax’s mouth found his neck with the hot, wet drag of his tongue over Chris’s pulse. He could feel the frantic beat of the omega’s heart against his lips. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of Chris’s sweat, his arousal, and his very essence.

"You smell so good," Dax snarled against his skin. "So ready for me."

Then, he bit.

A sharp, possessive clamp of teeth at the sensitive juncture where Chris’s neck met his shoulder. The pain was a bright, searing spark that quickly ignited into a fiery explosion of pleasure. Chris’s vision turned white, and he let out a strangled sob as his body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him without warning. His inner muscles clenched around Dax’s cock, drawing him deeper and milking him.

Dax groaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction as he rode out the waves of Chris’s climax. He didn’t stop his rhythm, pounding into him through the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. He released Chris’ neck and licked the mark with his tongue, a soothing, possessive gesture.

But Dax was far from done. He slowed his pace just enough to speak, his voice a dark, intimate whisper against Chris’s ear.

"This is just a taste," he promised, his words a low, dangerous rumble. "Just a preview." He shifted his hips, grinding into him, making Chris shudder with oversensitivity. "When you go into heat... I’m going to keep you in our bed for a week. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, only mine. I’ll fill you so full of me you’ll be dripping with it for days."

He punctuated his dark promise with a slow, deep thrust that made Chris’s toes curl. "I’ll knot you over and over again. I’ll bite you everywhere until you’re covered in my marks, until everyone who sees you knows exactly who you belong to." He pulled back just enough to look into Chris’s dazed, pleasure-glazed eyes. "You wanted to be in charge? Fine. But when your heat hits, you’ll be nothing but my needy, desperate omega, begging for my knot. And I’ll give it to you. Again, and again, and again."

The words were a brand, searing themselves into Chris’s soul over the mark Dax left barely a week ago. The pace was punishing, a relentless rhythm that pushed Chris beyond pleasure and into a realm of pure, overwhelming sensation. He was pliant beneath Dax, his body accepting every powerful thrust, his mind a haze of ecstasy and submission. The mark on his neck throbbed with the one on his nape, the bond singing in pleasure.

Dax slid a hand under the small of Chris’s back, lifting him slightly. With a sigh of relief, he hooked one powerful arm under Chris’s hips and elevated Chris’s legs with his own knees, completely changing the angle. The new position forced Chris’s back into a deeper arch, his head buried in the soft pillows of the couch.

"Dax..." Chris gasped, his eyes flying wide.

The king’s name was the only coherent sound he could make before Dax drove into him. The new angle was devastating. He was impossibly deep, hitting a place inside Chris that made stars explode behind his eyes.

"You feel that?" Dax snarled, his voice a low, triumphant rumble. He punctuated the question with a really deep thrust that made Chris cry out, his hands fisting in the sofa cushions. "That’s where I’m going to be. That’s where I’m going to fill you."

His control was finally gone. His movements became erratic, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps against Chris’s skin. The dark promises had pushed them both to the edge, and now there was no coming back.

"Chris..." he groaned, the name a raw, broken sound. He buried his face in the crook of Chris’s neck, his body trembling with the force of his impending release. "God... Chris..."

With one final, brutal thrust, he stilled. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat. His cock pulsed deep inside Chris, a wave of heat flooding him as Dax poured himself into his omega. It seemed to go on forever, a claiming so profound it felt like it was rewriting Chris, filling him until he could feel the warmth of Dax’s seed deep in his belly.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their combined, ragged breathing. Dax’s weight was a comforting, heavy blanket, pinning Chris to the sofa, grounding him in the aftermath of their storm. Chris could feel Dax’s heart hammering against his own chest, a frantic, wild beat that was slowly beginning to calm.