Page 20 of Hell's Secret Omega

Cyrus licks his fingers clean in a post-orgasmic haze, basking in the glow of satisfaction in Mezor’s eyes. He should be terrified by how easily he took it into his hole, but his body moved instinctually. His vergis purrs.We’ve pleased him. But the thick cock lodged inside him is a reminder that he hasn’t pleased Mezor quite enough—yet. He starts to move again, rocking back and forth on Mezor’s cock just to feel it stir inside him. It jerks, pulling against his sensitive rim. Mezor’s eyes flare bright.

“You need it again?” he murmurs.

“You haven’t come,” Cyrus growls. He may be inexperienced, but he understands what’s supposed to happen here. His primus should fill him up with seed.

He should mount us and take us and breed us properly,his vergis whimpers. But the need isn’t mindless yet, and Cyrus pushes it aside. He’s scared to give in to the voice—scared that he’ll like that too much.

Instead he starts to move again, rising on Mezor’s throbbing shaft until he’s nearly empty, sliding back down to fill up with a groan of satisfaction. He rides Mezor’s cock slowly at first, then with rising urgency as pressure builds deep inside him. His heat lurks, demanding he satisfy himself, but he needs something else first.

He needs to see the same desire reflected on Mezor’s face. He needs to know Mezor is affected.

Mezor’s eyes flicker with hunger, but his expression is calm. Cyrus might be on top but the Hunter is in control. It drives him to work harder, slamming his hips down in an effort to make something change in that heavy gaze. He can’t help his choked gasps at the unfamiliar feelings that stir inside him, making it hard to keep his goal within grasp.

“That’s good,” Mezor rumbles. “Take it deeper.”

Cyrus bares his teeth.I can take all of it.He rides Mezor’s cock deeper and deeper until a bulge of pressure pulses against his hole. He lets his weight bear him down until a delicious stretch makes his breath catch and his heart thunder. Mezor’s eyes open fractionally wider.

“Yes,” Cyrus hisses.

“Keep going.” Mezor’s grip tightens on his hip. “All the way. You’re so good.”

Something lights up.

I want to make him lose control.

Cyrus bears down harder. The bulge slips inside him for the second time. Mezor growls like a beast and pulls him flush to his chest suddenly, clutching him so tight Cyrus can’t move a muscle. His powerful hips work the wide part of his cock inand out, stretching Cyrus again and again. Heat explodes behind Cyrus’s ribs. He clutches at the rough cloth of Mezor’s shirt. Silver light swirls in front of his eyes as his hole is pummelled. A deep rumble fills his ears. His world is shaking, his body spilling over.Yes. Yes. Yes. Let go.

Claws dig into his ass. His legs give out and he can only cling as he’s pinned on Mezor’s cock. Mezor roars, and the massive intrusion inside Cyrus seems to grow even bigger. Wetness erupts suddenly, making him slippery and impossibly hotter. He’s helpless to pull free, trapped by Mezor’s demanding muscle and razor-sharp claws while his cock fills Cyrus with potent seed. The knowledge sends him tumbling over the edge again.

When he comes back to himself, he slumps into Mezor’s chest with a shudder. He’s so perfectly full. He wants more.

“I’m going to pull out now,” Mezor rumbles after a while.

“Alright.” He should pull away. Maybe Mezor only meant to help him once, and now it’s over. He pretends the thought doesn’t fill him with despair.

“I’m telling you because it will be hard.” Mezor tips his chin up, forcing Cyrus to look at him.

He likes doing that.Cyrus tries to avoid his eyes, suddenly contrary, but Mezor’s gaze is addictive.

“Because of your knot?” He struggles to stay coherent. The heat wave has subsided but he’s still awash with pheromones.

Mezor chuckles. “No, bright flame. That wasn’t my full knot. I wouldn’t do that without your knowledge. Because it’s your first time, and you’re in heat. Losing my cock will be distressing for you.”

Cyrus lies his head back down on Mezor’s chest. It’s broad and warm, and the slow, thundering heartbeat soothes his nerves.

“I’ll be fine.”

He’s not fine. Mezor’s cock leaves him slowly, and every inch feels like a rejection. Cyrus pulls the crumbling remnants of his walls tight and bites his tongue. The ache spears him. Is this what it’s supposed to be like?

“Soon you’ll need me inside you all the time.” Mezor’s grip on him tightens momentarily before he lifts Cyrus into his arms.

Cyrus yelps. “What…?”

“I’m taking you somewhere safer. This room is too exposed.”

“I picked this room because you didn’t like the feast hall,” he mumbles, gripping Mezor’s shirt.

“I know. You do as I ask like a good vergis.”

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