Chapter 180: Prey [M]
Noelle’s omega instincts flare, betraying him. He loves this—being claimed, consumed, and utterly overwhelmed by his alpha. The intensity leaves him light-headed, but every nerve in his body is alive, humming with sensation. Thorne isn’t just claiming his body; he’s dominating his very essence. And despite himself, Noelle revels in the rawness of it.
"You’re mine, Noelle," Thorne growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness. His sharp blue eyes lock on Noelle’s tear-streaked face, filled with equal parts devotion and primal need.
Thorne collapsed atop Noelle, his body heavy but comforting as he pressed gentle kisses into the crook of his neck. After a few moments, he shifted to the side, careful not to crush his lover beneath his weight. The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, the warmth of their shared intimacy lingering in the still air.
For a while, they lay in silence, content in the glow of their love. Noelle, exhausted but satisfied, rolled onto his stomach, sighing deeply into the soft pillows. The movement, however innocent, immediately caught Thorne’s attention. His sharp blue eyes fixed on the curve of Noelle’s backside, and a wicked grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, Thorne snaked an arm around Noelle’s waist.
"No, wait! Let me catch my breath, Thorne," Noelle protested, his voice tinged with both amusement and exasperation. "Give me a second!"
But his plea fell on deaf ears. Like a predator to its prey, Thorne’s lips found their way to Noelle’s skin, pressing a playful bite to the small of his back.
In one swift motion, Thorne rolled onto his back and pulled Noelle over him, settling him squarely on his hard, throbbing member. Both of them groaned at the intimate connection, a spark of renewed energy igniting between them.
"You’re too energetic," Noelle whined, trying to feign irritation, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.