Chapter 214: Pleasure (2)
Dean met Arion’s gaze, his own purple eyes burning with defiance and lust. "You want to know what’s interesting?" he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous promise. "It’s not just taking. It’s giving... while you’re still mine to command."
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Arion’s, a ghost of a kiss. Then he drew back, his hands still stroking Arion’s cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while Arion’s fingers remained buried within him, stretching and teasing. The slick, hard heat in his palm, combined with the deep, probing pressure within his own body, was overwhelming.
Arion’s dark gold eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise and intense arousal passing through them. His grip on Dean’s ass tightened. "You’re insatiable," he grumbled, but it was a compliment. He added a third finger, and the stretch expanded into a delicious, burning fullness that made Dean gasp and shudder. Dean’s cock, trapped and aching against Arion’s stomach, pulsed with desire.
Dean smirked, his thumb sweeping over the slick head of Arion’s cock, gathering the pearly drops of precome. "And you’re desperate for it," he countered. He shifted his hips, grinding down onto Arion’s fingers, taking them deeper. The movement sent a sharp bolt of pleasure straight to his core, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. "But you’re going to wait. You’re going to watch."
He released Arion’s cock, his hand sliding up to grasp Arion’s wrist. Slowly, he pulled Arion’s fingers from his body. He groaned as he felt the fingers dragging inside him before leaving.
He guided Arion’s hand, placing it flat against his own chest, over his pounding heart. "Feel that," Dean commanded. "That’s for you."
Then Dean moved. He rose from his crouch, his knees shifting until he was straddling Arion’s hips fully. With a quick, impatient tug, he pulled the pants down, along with his briefs, freeing his own hard, flushed cock. The cool air in the room felt good on his skin, but the heat coming from Arion below him was like a furnace.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t ask. He reached back, his fingers finding Arion’s cock again, guiding it with a firm, sure grip. He positioned himself, his wet, eager hole hovering just above the throbbing tip. He looked down at Arion, whose expression was a mixture of raw hunger and surrendered fascination. The Crown Prince was letting his omega take him.
Dean sank down.
He drew Arion inside him in one smooth, decisive motion, his body opening, welcoming, and devouring the thick cock. The sensation was blinding. A wave of pure, visceral pleasure washed over him, from the stretched, burning ring of muscle to the deepest part of his core, where Arion’s cock pressed against everything sensitive and needy. Dean’s head fell back, a ragged, ecstatic cry tearing from his throat as he was filled completely.
Arion’s hands flew to Dean’s hips, gripping him tightly, his groan a deep, shuddering echo of Dean’s cry. "Dean," he rasped, his voice shattered.
Dean rode the initial shock, panting, his inner muscles clamping around Arion in involuntary, greedy spasms. He could feel every inch, every ridge, the hot, living pulse of Arion inside him. It was overwhelming, perfect. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on Arion’s shoulders, his face inches from his mate’s.
"Now," Dean breathed, his voice trembling with effort and triumph. "You don’t move. I move."
He began to rise.
It was a slow, deliberate lift, with his body resisting the withdrawal and clinging to Arion’s cock until the last moment, when the head nearly slipped free. The friction was maddening, a slick, hot glide that scraped every nerve. Dean’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. He paused at the apex, his body trembling, on the verge of emptiness.
Then he sank again.
This time, he controlled the speed. He dropped down in a faster, harder thrust, taking Arion deep with a force that jolted them both. Arion’s hips jerked instinctively, but Dean’s hands on his shoulders held him down.
Dean set a rhythm. It was relentless, a steady, driving pace of rise and fall, with each descent getting harder and deeper. He used his thighs, his core, every muscle to pushing himself onto Arion’s cock. The pleasure rose to a crescendo, with each impact sending sparks through his vision. He could feel his own neglected and hard cock bouncing against his stomach and dripping onto Arion’s skin.
Arion’s control was fraying. His fingers dug bruises into Dean’s hips, his chest heaving. His eyes were locked on Dean’s face, watching the sweat bead on his brow, the wild, lost look in his purple eyes. "You’re... magnificent," Arion choked out, the words strained.
Dean didn’t answer. He was beyond words. The world narrowed to the slide and thrust, the building pressure in his balls, the shocks Arion’s cock delivered to his prostate with every deep plunge. He shifted his angle slightly, and the next downward stroke sent a bolt of pure, white-hot ecstasy straight up his spine. He cried out, his rhythm faltering for a second as his body convulsed around the sensation.
Arion seized the moment. His hands moved from Dean’s hips to his ass, gripping the cheeks and pulling Dean down onto him harder, deeper, while simultaneously thrusting up. The double impact made Dean’s vision blur. He was being filled, ridden, and it was incredible.
"You said I don’t move," Arion growled, his voice dark with unleashed power. "But you’re mine, Dean. And I will take what’s mine."
Arion’s thrusts became more powerful, driving up into Dean with a raw, primal intensity that stole his breath. Dean’s control shattered. He clung to Arion’s shoulders, his own movements becoming erratic, desperate, just trying to meet each powerful upward surge. The bed rocked beneath them. The sound of their bodies meeting, slick and urgent, filled the room.
Dean’s climax approached suddenly like terrifying pressure that coiled in his gut and exploded outward. His whole body tensed, a scream trapped in his throat. Arion’s cock hit that perfect spot inside him again, and again, and...
"Arion!" Dean’s cry was ripped from him, raw and unfiltered as both of them orgasmed together.
Dean’s body was full of Arion’s seed, and his own was now all over his mate’s chest, abdomen, and... face.
Dean loved the sight in front of him.