Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 179: Mine (Win-Win)

The air itself tasted like him now, with spice, power, and a musk so potent it felt like a physical weight on Chris’s tongue. ’Mine,’ the scent declared, and a shiver of pure, unadulterated want arced down Chris’s spine.

His head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. Dax’s mouth found his throat again, sucking and biting, marking him lightly, making his body tremble in anticipation for the real marking.

Chris’s breath hitched as Dax dragged his teeth over the scent gland at the base of his neck, pausing just long enough for Chris to feel every heartbeat echo there like a countdown.

"Dax..." he breathed. Trying to hurry the man as his heat was unbearable.

Dax didn’t lift his head.

"I know," he murmured against Chris’s skin. His voice had dropped lower, darker. "But I want you to feel it. I want you to know what it means when I claim you."

Chris’s pulse stuttered beneath Dax’s mouth.

"I already know," he whispered. "You don’t have to prove it."

"I do," Dax said, his tongue swiping slow and deliberate over the gland. "Because after tonight, there won’t be any questions left."

Chris opened his eyes. They were glassy and bright, pupils blown wide. "Then stop teasing."

Dax growled. It was low and guttural and sent a tremor through the frame of the cabinet.

"Did you stop teasing at the gala?" he asked, dragging his hand down Chris’s chest, lifting his weight until Chris’s thighs were fully spread in front of him.

Dax’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Chris’s ass before slipping between his cheeks. Chris gasped, his body tensing as Dax’s fingers brushed against his entrance.

Chris’s breath hitched, his hips lifting in a silent plea. Dax responded, one finger slipping inside. Chris’s body gave way to him, enjoying the intrusion and wanting more.

The second finger joined the first, a searing stretch that made Chris’s breath catch. But the pain was a fleeting ghost, chased away by the slick heat of his own body and the intoxicating scent of his Alpha’s approval. Dax’s fingers worked him with a brutal, perfect rhythm, curling and scissoring, striking a spot deep inside that made Chris see stars.

A broken, gasping moan tore from Chris’s throat. His hips lifted off the wood, pushing down onto Dax’s hand, seeking more.

"There," he panted, his voice strangled. "Right there."

Dax’s low growl was a vibration against his skin. "I know." He added a third finger, and the stretch was immense, a breathtaking fullness that bordered on pain but did not quite tip over. Chris’s head spun, his fingers leaving red marks on Dax’s shoulders. He was being unraveled, with his body learning a new language written in pressure and friction.

When Dax withdrew his fingers, the emptiness left Chris’s body clenching around nothing.

A frustrated sound caught in Chris’s throat half‑gasp, half‑curse.

Dax lifted his head.

The look he gave Chris was ruinous. Predatory. Possessive. Tender only in the way a wildfire was soft around the edges.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice ragged. "You’re shaking."

Chris tried to glare, but he was still shaking and his voice came out breathless. "You did that."

"Yes," Dax said, brushing his thumb over the new bite‑marks blooming on Chris’s throat. "And I’m not even close to done."

He grabbed Chris’s hips, hauling him closer until Chris was forced to brace himself on the cabinet to keep from sliding forward entirely.

"You planned this," Dax said, leaning in until their foreheads touched. "You came to my gala looking like a sin I’d committed in advance."

Chris’s lips parted, a shaky laugh breaking free. "You asked for me as your gift."

"I didn’t ask for you like this," Dax growled. "Barely dressed, glowing, smug..."

"You loved it," Chris whispered, fingers curling in Dax’s hair again. "You loved every second of it."

Dax exhaled, the sound caught somewhere between surrender and need. "Say it again," he demanded.

Chris blinked, heat pooling low in his stomach. "What?"

"That you’re mine."

Chris’s pulse jumped wildly beneath his skin. He dragged his hand down Dax’s chest, slow and claiming just as much as he was being claimed.

"I’m yours," he breathed. "So take me."

Dax pushed forward, slowly giving Chris time to adjust. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but Chris welcomed it, his body yielding to the intrusion. He could feel every inch of Dax’s length, every ridge, every vein, as he filled him completely.

Chris’s legs tightened around Dax’s waist, pulling him deeper. Dax groaned, his head falling forward to rest against Chris’s shoulder. He began to move, slow, steady thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through them both.

Chris’s hands roamed over Dax’s back, his nails digging into the muscles, urging him on. Dax responded, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. The cabinet shook beneath them, the wood creaking with the force of their movement.

Chris’s cock was trapped between their bodies, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him with each thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Dax..." Chris breathed, and the sound of his voice nearly undid the king entirely.

"You drive me insane," Dax growled, hands sliding beneath Chris, lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Chris’s legs locked around him, pulling him closer, clinging.

"Then lose your mind," Chris whispered against his jaw.

Dax did.

With a swift, powerful movement, Dax lifted Chris off the cabinet, his strong arms supporting him effortlessly. Chris’s legs wrapped around Dax’s waist, holding on tight as Dax carried him to the bed.

As Dax carried Chris to the bed, each step sent a new wave of sensation through Chris’s body, making him gasp and cling tighter to the alpha. Dax’s grip was firm, his arms a steel band around Chris’s back and thighs, holding him securely against the hard planes of his chest.

Chris’s head rested against Dax’s shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against the alpha’s skin. "Dax... hah... you feel so good... so deep inside me..."

Dax’s chest rumbled with a low growl, a sound of primal satisfaction. "You’re mine," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Every part of you is mine."

Chris’s body responded to the king’s words, his inner muscles clenching around Dax’s length, drawing a groan from the alpha. "Yes," Chris gasped, his voice breathless. "Yours. Only yours."

Dax’s steps quickened, his body moving with a new urgency as he reached the bed. He lowered Chris onto the soft surface, his body covering the omega’s, his hips still moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm.

Chris’s legs wrapped around Dax’s waist, his heels digging into the alpha’s back, urging him deeper, harder. "Dax... please... I need more..."

Dax’s growl was a feral sound, a promise of more, of everything. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand roaming over Chris’s body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curves of his hips, and the sensitive spots that made him gasp and arch.

"What do you want?" Dax demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Tell me how you want it, little moon."

Chris’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated with desire. "I want you to claim me already," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you to mark me before I lose my damn mind."

Dax’s hand tightened on Chris’s hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You are mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble.