Page 51 of Hell's Secret Omega
Mezor grips his hands tight. “Because it’syou,” he growls. “Not because of the bond. Not because you’re a vergis. Because your bright soul deserves better than this ugly world.”
Cyrus’s cheeks darken. Mezor smells his approval a moment before the words come.
“When you say things like that, it makes me…” He wets his lower lip, making it glisten.
Mezor holds his breath.
“…It makes me feel strange,” he finishes, barely audible.
Heat flushes Mezor from head to toe. Cyrus’s scent rises abruptly. Mezor’s nostrils flare and he parts his lips, eagerly seeking more of the luscious warmth that flows from his vergis. The bond swells with desire, Cyrus’s need making itself known.
“I’ll say them them over and over,” Mezor vows. “Until they’re the first words in your head when you wake and the last when you fall asleep. Because they’re true.”
Cyrus’s gaze is ravenous. “They can’t be true.”
“I’ll say them until you believe them. Every hour of the day.”
Cyrus shudders. Suddenly he pulls his hands out of Mezor’s grip and fumbles for his buttons. “Make me forget. I need to forget. I need something—good.” He throws his coat to the grass. “Please.”
Mezor surges forward. He brushes Cyrus’s trembling hands out of the way and flicks open the ties on his shirt, discarding it. The undershirt follows swiftly, leaving Cyrus’s gleaming silver skin exposed to the air. Mezor yanks him close, no longer able to resist, pressing his mouth to Cyrus’s warm, bare chest, his stomach, his hip, biting each spot then licking it soothingly. His skin tastes of tastes salt and bitterness, tipping Mezor over the edge from adrenaline into all-encompassing hunger. Cyrus squirms out of his pants with a whimper. He’s already stiff, his dark cock pointing to the sky, and the scent of his musk and slick mingles with the clean air in a way that fills Mezor with primal desire.
“Don’t stop,” Cyrus groans.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, a refrain he’ll never get tired of. Especially when it makes Cyrus flush with pleasure. “I wish I could keep you here forever, in this clearing, in the dusk. I would mate you on this spot and fuck you into ecstasy every day.”
Cyrus moans and grabs his horns, hands shaking. “Mezor. Inside me—now.”
Mezor tips him to the earth gently and the flowers burst into puffs of glittering stardust around them. Cyrus winds his arms around Mezor’s neck and begs with his eyes.
“I need it,” he whispers. “Need you.”
Mezor seals his lips over Cyrus’s and enters him in one stroke, swallowing his howl of pleasure. His insides are silken and gripping, pulling Mezor’s cock in. Mezor digs his claws into the earth for leverage and fucks into him with a raw, wild noise. Cyrus buries his face in Mezor’s shoulder. A sudden, sharp pain blooms where his teeth sink into Mezor’s skin.
“Yes,” he snarls.
He drives his cock into Cyrus’s quivering hole with ferocious strength. Cyrus takes it all. His proto-knot swells, and the bond swells with it, billowing up through his chest and into his throat. Cyrus tenses under him as Mezor’s bulge pushes against his hole.
“Knot me,” he sobs. “Fill me. Own me.”
“I don’t need a knot to own you,” Mezor growls, but he has no intention of letting his bulge go to waste. He won’t knot Cyrus—not even now. Instead he bullies his swollen base past the resistance of Cyrus’s hole, tighter outside of heat, until it slides in and locks them together. Cyrus’s moan catches and his mouth drops open silently. Mezor’s blood shines on his fangs.
A faint whine comes from Cyrus’s throat as he adjusts to the swell inside him. Then his hole tenses, slick flooding his passage, and his whine rises in pitch. His eyes gleam wetly. His cock spurts pre-come, and thick, pearly seed begins shooting across his chest.
Mezor’s peak rises from the very core of his soul at the sight of Cyrus spilling completely untouched, his chest heaving, sweat gleaming in the light of the world tree. Cyrus goes limp under him, limbs soft and eyes glazed. But his hole still squeezes Mezor’s cock, and Mezor shoves his proto-knot deeper with a snarl, flooding the tight passage with hot come. His balls churn as pleasure races up and down his spine.
Still buried inside, he slides his tongue across Cyrus’s scent gland, licking away the scent blocker he’s left there to expose his natural smell.
Then, finally, satisfaction.
He buries his nose in that patch as Cyrus shudders underneath him, his breath slowing and his heartbeat steadying. “Perfect,” he murmurs for the hundredth time.
Cyrus’s claws dig into his skin. “My primus.”
Chapter 30
CYRUS
Mezor shudders.
