Page 19 of Hell's Secret Omega
“Of course you haven’t.” Mezor forces himself to breathe evenly.Hisheart is pounding. He cups Cyrus’s back automatically, and Cyrus leans into his touch with a sigh. His ever-guarded posture seems to melt. Mezor suddenly longs to claim his lips. “Don’t think. Just take what you need.”
Cyrus reaches down between them tentatively and cups Mezor’s cock over his pants. His eyes go wide and dark at what he finds there. His fingers twitch, each subtle move igniting fresh fire in Mezor’s belly.
“You’re so hard there.”
“I desire you,” Mezor tells him roughly.
“Because I’m a vergis.” A flicker of satisfaction crosses Cyrus’s face.
It’s on the tip of Mezor’s tongue to sayBecause you’re a delight. He bites down on the words. “Anyone would desire you if they saw you like this.”
Cyrus rolls his hips, an instinctual move that brings his cock into contact with Mezor’s rough shirt—and more damningly, a hot, damp place presses to Mezor’s shaft through his pants. He can’t hold back a groan. He grinds upward, and Cyrus shudders. In response Cyrus works his hips again, back and forth, making the fabric wetter and wetter.
“Say it again,” he gasps.
“You’re desirable. Delicious. You should be the envy of all.” Mezor strokes his back and leans in to murmur in his ear. “You’re hypnotic like this. Your skin glows with heat already. Your eyes are beautiful with need. Do you know that? Do you look at your own sweet cock and touch your tender hole in worship? Any primus would kill for you.”
Cyrus lets out a tiny, needy moan. His legs shake. “Don’t stop.”
“Iwould kill for you,” Mezor growls, and Cyrus’s throat pulses. Sudden heat blooms against his stomach. Hot breath spills onto his cheek.
Fuck. Fucking Hell. He came.He snarls and shoves his pants off his hips. He can’t wait any longer. With one hand he crams his raging cock against the wet, tender hole between Cyrus’s cheeks and with the other he grips the dark cascade of his hair and drags his eyes up.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes!” Cyrus whimpers, his hands scrabbling at Mezor’s chest. “Please, please. Now!”
Entering his body is bliss. But the look on Cyrus’s face is what makes him roar with satisfaction. The pure relief. The ecstasy. Like his body knows he belongs on Mezor’s cock, and his mind has finally caught up.
Hot, tight flesh surrounds him. Mezor lets his hips work, sinking further and further with careful pulses. But Cyrus is impatient—he digs his claws in and drivesdown, seating himself with a noise so feral Mezor has to bite his tongue until he tastes blood.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he moans with shameless need. His inexperienced rhythm is intoxicating. His noises burrow deep into Mezor’s soul. “It’s filling me. Your scent…your cock?—”
Mezor snarls.He should be wordless with pleasure.He meets Cyrus with a powerful thrust, and Cyrus’s needy hole slides down and engulfs the thick proto-knot at the base of his cock.Thenhe’s wordless, his eyes flying open and his lips parting on a silent shout. Mezor holds his slim hips and works him up and down, relishing the silky depths of his hole, the look of shock in Cyrus’s eyes. Squeeze, shudder, claw and gasp—he’s coming again, this time around Mezor’s cock, a delightful, sinful pressure.
Mezor lets him sink down and scoops the come off his belly, licking it from his fingers with glee. He holds a finger up to Cyrus’s lips as Cyrus squirms in the last throes of his orgasm.
Cyrus wraps his lips around the digit without hesitation, sucking as if his life depends on it.
“Good vergis,” Mezor growls.
An answering flutter deep inside Cyrus makes his heart shudder.
Chapter 13
CYRUS
Good vergis.
Cyrus is floating away.
He’s full. He’s surrounded. It’s like nothing he could have imagined. He is…complete. Mezor’s red eyes bore into his soul as he feeds Cyrus his own come, and with every drop he murmurs words Cyrus has never heard before.
Sweet.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
