Love Me Like A Sin: 003 (18+)

The alpha straddling his hips smells like whiskey and cedarwood. Ilya gets drunk on it before he even realizes. He inhales it, filling his lungs like it’s a drug; It’s masculine, dark, and dangerous.

His fingers twitch against the sheets as his body reacts before his mind catches up, warmth spreading low in his stomach and heat licking up his spine as the alpha strokes his cheek, his thumb moving gently over his skin as if trying to remember every edge of it.

Ilya hums with the feel, yet he hates the way his pulse stutters and hates that his thighs tense instead of pushing the alpha off, but his body wants this, and the alpha smells so good, Ilya wants to drink him.

He looks into the alpha’s eyes; they are the darkest shade of green Ilya has ever seen, intense and filled with desire that Ilya wants to bask in, but every passing second, the heat in his body is growing more intense, and the ache in his pants is unbearable while he continues to stain his pants and bedsheets with slick. He feels like his insides are falling apart.

“~Alpha~,” he purses, desperation in his voice as he clenches the sheets so hard his knuckles are bleeding white, and just like that, the alpha’s lips curl into a smirk, and he finally moves, stopping above the omega’s ear, and gives it a kiss that causes Ilya’s entire body to tremble as if electrocuted.

“Valen,” The alpha suddenly whispers, voice vibrating in Ilya’s ears, and he shivers violently again. “Call me by my name, Valen,” he continues his taunt, while his hands roam down to Illya’s shirt, slipping in and caressing the soft, warm skin, and then, without warning, he pinches the omega’s sensitive bud hard enough to make him gasp.

“~Valen~" Ilya moans, throwing his head back at the feeling of being touched, and the alpha doesn't soften; he continues to play with the sensitive nub, rolling his finger around it before giving it another hard pinch that has Ilya gasping again.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you? I like that,” Valen whispers in his ear, and without hesitation, he grabs the omega’s face and pulls him into a kiss, and there is nothing soft in the way he devours his lips.

Valen’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into his jaw as he angles his head exactly how he wants him while the omega’s breath stutters, but Valen doesn’t slow down, taking, controlling, consuming, and kissing him like he’s been starved while his pheromones grow stronger and thicker in the air, mixed with the sweet caramel scent of the omega and sweet slick of heat. Valen feels like he is losing his mind.

Ilya tries to keep up with the roughness of the kiss but finds himself submissive as he opens his mouth instead, and the alpha shoves his tongue in, tasting every bit of his cavern till Ilya feels like the air in his lungs is being sucked out, and when Valen finally breaks the kiss to trail kisses down his neck, Ilya begs for air. His back arches, and he displays his neck for the alpha’s abuse.

Rough kisses that turn into harsh bites that leave bruising marks wherever his mouth latches on. He doesn't stop, trailing kisses till he arrives at Ilya’s chest, and without hesitation, he laps his tongue over his nipple while slipping the omega’s shirt off his shoulders, leaving his upper body naked and devoured.

His mouth closes around the hard bud, his tongue pressing hard before flicking sharply, and again, Ilya gasps, head clouded with heat and the alpha’s dominating pheromones. His insides feel like they’re about to explode. He buckles his hips, trying hard to create a delicious friction through their pants.

“~Alpha~Please~”

Ilya, in his right senses, will never allow himself to stoop so low, but that Ilya is gone; this Ilya has been taken over by the needy omega side of him, and this Ilya just wants to be fucked and be bred. Ilya wants to be owned.

He moves in desperate yet clumsy attempts to strip the alpha of his shirt, and once it’s off, he heads for the belt of his pants, but Valen grabs his hands and holds them over his head, his back finally hitting the bed.

Valen smirks down at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. “So impatient, Omega,” he breathes, eyes trailing down to the marks he left on the omega’s body, and instantly, satisfaction blooms in him, his alpha swelling with pride.

This omega will look even better bearing his mating mark. The thought makes him flicker his gaze to Ilya’s neck, and his eyes twinkle. He licks his lips. He would look so pretty.

Ilya moves his hips, groaning lowly at the delicious friction. It feels so good, and he wants more. “~Please~fuck me, Alpha~”

“You want to be bred so badly, huh, omega?” Valen moves in, whispering in Ilya’s ear. With one hand grasping Ilya’s hands over his head, his other hand roams his body, loving every time the omega’s breath hitches and his body trembles with every touch. “Alpha will fuck you so good,” he continues to whisper, then takes a bite of his earlobe while he moves his hand lower and lower until he’s slipping into the omega’s pants.

He brushes against his throbbing cock, already leaking with precum.

"~Fuck~” Ilya moans loudly, his entire body vibrating as Valen grips his cock.

“You’re so hard for me, omega,” Valen whispers, licking over the exposed skin of Ilya’s neck.

“~More~,” Ilya whimpers, and Valen gives him what he asks for, stroking the hard length under his pants, and his thumb drags over the leaking tip with enough pressure that Ilya sees stars and begs for more.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan like that,” Valen says, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You are so wet too,” he lets off his cock and moves to the rim of his ass, soaked with more slick. “So wet,” he whispers, circling his finger at the tip teasingly before shoving in a digit.

Ilya arches, exhaling deeply. Valen smirks and adds two more digits, stretching his tight walls and going in deeper. “You like that?”

Ilya whimpers at the question, eyes rolling to the back of his head, but the feeling does not last because one second he is full, and the next, Valen is pulling out of his hole, but when he looks at the alpha, his eyes widen, and the heat in his system intensifies at the sight.

Valen does not tear his eyes from Ilya’s shocked face as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off every drop of slick staining them. “Not only do you smell so good, you also taste just as sweet,” he inhales deeply. “You are driving me insane, Omega. I want to breed and fill you up.”

“~Then do it~,” Ilya says without hesitation. “~Breed me, mark me, make me yours, alpha~please.” His tone gets whinier and more desperate with each word that Valen doesn’t try to hold back anymore.

Swiftly, both their pants meet the floor in haste, and Ilya gulps hard at the sight of Valen’s cock: veiny, thick, and long. It looks like it won’t fit inside Ilya’s hole.

“Like that?” Valen tilts his head, and Ilya nods like an obedient pup, and that gives Valen the green card to continue.

He grabs Ilya’s legs and flips them over his left shoulder and positions his hard cock at his leaking entrance.

With slick as lubricant, it’s an easy slide in, yet Ilya gasps for air, eyes going wide as if about to pop out of their sockets, while gripping the sheets so tightly.

“You’re so tight and warm, omega.” Valen groans, throwing his head back for a moment as he slips out and slides back in, going in deep until his whole length is swallowed.

“~Breed me~alpha~,” Ilya cries.

Valen moves, his hips snapping into place, and he thrusts hard and deep, refusing to give him time to adjust.

“~Valen~” Ilya sings, his body rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the alpha’s unrelenting thrust.

“So tight, kitten,” Valen moans, and he doesn’t stop. He grabs Ilya’s foot and bites into his curling toes, loving it as his moans get louder, filling every space.

“~More~More~,” Ilya cries, pleasure coursing through his body in waves and waves till he feels like he’s about to explode, and when the alpha finally releases his legs, Ilya wraps them around his waist, trapping the alpha between his legs, causing him to go deeper until he’s hitting his prostate.

Both their moans fill the space at the same time, and Ilya braces himself by wrapping his arms around Valen’s neck, holding him tightly, and burying his face in the crook of his neck, getting so intoxicated in the alpha’s scent that he doesn't realize when he blurts out.

~Mark me, Alpha~”