Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 180: The Mark (Win-Win)

Dax slowly withdrew from Chris, the omega’s body trembling with the loss. The air was thick with their mingled scents, Dax’s spiced rum pheromones mingling with Chris’s fresh rain aroma, creating a heady, intoxicating perfume that seemed to coat every surface of the room.

With a gentle but firm hand, Dax guided Chris onto his hands and knees, positioning him at the edge of the bed. Chris’s body shivered with anticipation, his breath coming in short, eager gasps. The his back arched slightly, presenting himself to Dax, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and slick dripping down his thighs.

Dax’s eyes roamed over Chris’s form, taking in every curve, every line, every mark that bore witness to their passion. Even though his cock was still hard and pulsating with desire, he controlled himself and savored the moment.

Leaning down, Dax’s breath was hot against Chris’s skin as he nuzzled the omega’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low, reverent growl. "So perfect."

Chris’s head fell forward, his hair falling in disarray as he gasped at the sensation of Dax’s teeth against his skin. "Dax... please..."

Dax’s hands roamed over Chris’s body, tracing the lines of his spine, the curve of his ass, and the trembling muscles of his thighs. He took his time, exploring every inch of the omega, his touch both tender and possessive.

Dax’s large, strong hand slides onto his back and wraps around Chris’s neck, pinning him to the mattress with gentle but firm pressure. The omega’s breath hitched, his body tensing for a moment before melting into the touch, trusting in his alpha completely.

As Dax’s hand held Chris in place, the alpha’s jaw began to shift, his teeth growing a fraction, sharpening into points that glinted in the dim light of the room. The transformation was subtle, with hints of the wild, untamed beast lurking beneath Dax’s controlled exterior.

Chris’s body responded to the change, his inner muscles clenching around the alpha’s cock, a silent plea for more, for everything.

Chris reached back and tangled his fingers in the king’s soft, long hair, tugging it until he was only a breath away. "Dax... Do it already," he gasped, his fingers tightening their hold.

Dax’s growl was low and primal, a promise of possession. He started moving, his hips thrusting in a relentless rhythm, his cock completely filling Chris, stretching and claiming him.

As Dax’s thrusts became more powerful and demanding, he leaned down, his mouth returning to his throat, teeth grazing the skin just above Chris’ scent gland. The scrape sent a shock through Chris’s body, his elbows nearly buckling as he braced himself, panting.

"That’s it," Dax murmured, voice thick and low. "Feel what you do to me."

Chris could feel it, the trembling in Dax’s hands, the barely contained power coiling through his body, and the restraint stretched thin as silk thread.

Chris cried out, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over him, his inner muscles clenching around Dax’s length, drawing a groan from the alpha. "Dax... Dax, I’m coming..."

Just as Chris’s orgasm hit, making his muscle tighten around the king’s cock, Dax’s knot began to swell, binding them together with a stretch that Chris didn’t think possible. The alpha’s teeth sank into Chris’s nape, breaking the skin and flesh, marking him as his own forever.

Chris’s scream of pleasure was raw and desperate, his body trembling with the force of his release, his inner muscles now milking Dax’s cock, drawing out his own climax.

The low, possessive rumble in Dax’s chest was a continuous, satisfied thrum. Locked together, he could feel every minute tremor that still wracked Chris’s body beneath him, every flutter of his overstimulated insides around the thick base of his knot. The heady, rain-sweet scent of Chris’s release mixed with his own potent, spice-rich claim, an aroma so intoxicating it made his head spin.

He nuzzled the fresh, stinging bite mark on Chris’s neck, laving it with his tongue in a soothing, rhythmic motion. ’Mine. Finally, completely mine.’

Chris’s scream still echoed faintly in the room, vibrating through the heavy air saturated with their scents, rain and heat, spice and ozone, layered so thick it felt like a new atmosphere. His fingers, which had been gripping the silken sheets, relaxed, with one hand sliding limply to the side.

Dax didn’t move. A deep, bone‑level satisfaction that settled into his spine and unfurled there like a lazy predator stretching in the sun.

Chris shivered under him, overstimulated, raw along the edges, his breath catching every few seconds in a way that went straight to Dax’s ego.

Dax lowered his head and nuzzled the fresh bite mark again, slow and smug. His mouth brushed the swollen skin, soothing it with soft strokes of his tongue, tasting the place where instinct and desire had finally aligned.

Chris made a sound half‑whine, half‑exhale and collapsed further into the sheets.

"You madman..." he rasped, voice shredded and hoarse, every word dragged from the bottom of his lungs.

Dax smiled. Calm. Deeply pleased. Dangerously unrepentant and still deep inside Chris.

"That’s not the complaint you think it is," he murmured against Chris’s skin.

Chris let out something that might’ve been a laugh if he still had the oxygen for one. As it stood, it came out as a breathless, muffled noise into the pillow.

"You’re heavy," he managed.

"I’m comfortable," Dax corrected, absolutely refusing to move. "And you’re warm."

Chris attempted to shove at him. It was pathetic, ineffective, and mostly symbolic.

Dax didn’t budge an inch.

"Get off," Chris wheezed, though there was no real fire in it, only the exhausted tremor of someone who had just discovered new muscle groups existed in his body.

"Mm. No."

"Dax..."

"You’ll fall," Dax said simply, like he was stating a known law of physics. "Your legs aren’t working."

Chris opened his mouth, probably to swear or argue or threaten regicide, but the moment he shifted his hips, a sharp gasp tore out of him and his entire body jolted. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Dax’s smugness deepened with serene, royal dignity. "You are still knotted, my little moon... and I’m far from being over."

The deep, rumbling purr in Dax’s chest was a constant, soothing vibration against Chris’s back, a tangible sign of the profound, soul-deep bond now thrumming between them. The air was still thick with the mingled scent of their climax and the faint, metallic hint of blood from the fresh claiming bite on Chris’s neck.

Chris felt boneless, every muscle languid and heavy with a satisfaction so complete it felt like a new state of being. ’I am his. Truly, completely.’ The thought echoed in his blissfully quiet mind, syncing with the steady rhythm of Dax’s heart against his spine.

Dax nuzzled the tender, marked gland, soft kisses gently soothing the bite. The possessive ache in his chest hadn’t subsided with the claiming; it had only been reforged into something else. The sight of his mark on Chris’s perfect skin and the feel of his knot still snugly locked within his omega’s pliant body stoked a fresh, relentless fire in his blood.

The room, with its silks and luxury, suddenly felt too confined, too tame for the wildness coursing through him. He needed more. He needed to claim every part of Chris, in every way.

With a low groan, Dax shifted. His knot had finally receded enough for him to slip free, a loss that made Chris protest softly at the sudden emptiness. But Dax gave him no time to mourn it.

He rolled them and got up, gathering Chris in his arms with a single, strong, effortless motion. Chris gasped, his arms instinctively wrapping around Dax’s neck, his body still trembling with aftershocks. "Dax? What are you..."

"You’ll see," Dax muttered, his voice tinged with desire. He carried him effortlessly across the suite toward the arched double doors that led to their private balcony.