Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 330: Live demonstration

[Full Spice - Spice ☺️ ]

Chris’s body was still humming with the aftershocks, his skin cooling in the suite’s air, when the main door clicked open.

Chris’s eyes flew open.

Dax stood in the doorway, still in his field gear, in black tactical pants, a dark shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the faint, sharp scent of night air and spiced rum clinging to him. His broad shoulders filled the frame. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes, dark purple and intent, were fixed on Chris.

On Chris, sprawled naked and spent in the chair, his own release drying on his stomach, the purple toy discarded on the floor like evidence.

A slow, predatory smile touched Dax’s lips.

"Proof received," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.

Chris’s heart slammed against his ribs. He didn’t move, couldn’t move, pinned by that gaze.

Dax stepped inside, the door shutting with a soft, final sound behind him. He didn’t look away as he toed off his boots, his movements maddeningly slow. "I found your research... compelling."

"You’re back early," Chris managed, his voice hoarse.

"The situation was resolved." Dax’s eyes dropped, tracing the sticky trails on Chris’s pale skin, the slight, glistening pout of his used hole. "Efficiently. It seems we both concluded our business ahead of schedule."

He crossed the room in three strides. Chris instinctively tried to sit up, but a large, warm hand pressed firmly against his chest, pushing him back into the plush chair.

"Stay."

The command, laced with alpha pheromones, was not harsh, but it left no room for argument. A shiver of pure submission raced down Chris’s spine. His body, already sensitized, responded instantly. A fresh trickle of slick seeped from him, his scent spiking with renewed desire.

Dax’s nostrils flared, catching it. His smile widened. He knelt before the chair, bringing them face to face. Up close, Chris could see the faint stubble shadowing Dax’s jaw, the intensity in his dark eyes. The king’s scent was everywhere: spice, that addictive undertone, and raw power.

"You played your game beautifully, little moon," Dax murmured, his thumb brushing over Chris’s lower lip. "But now it’s my turn."

Before Chris could form a reply, Dax’s hands were on him, lifting him from the chair as if he weighed nothing. He was turned and maneuvered with effortless strength until he was on his hands and knees on the thick carpet, facing the seat of the chair. Dax’s own clothes were a whisper of fabric on the floor.

Then Dax was behind him, his heavy, muscular body covering Chris’s slimmer body.

"Lie back," Dax growled against his ear, the order a hot puff of air.

Confused, Chris tried to twist, but Dax’s hands guided him, rolling him onto his back on the carpet. Then, with impossible grace for a man of his size, Dax moved over him, but not in the way Chris expected. Dax positioned himself above Chris’s face, his powerful thighs straddling Chris’s shoulders, while simultaneously lowering his own head between Chris’s spread thighs.

Chris’s breath caught. The view was dizzying. From below, he was presented with the heavy, thick length of Dax’s cock, already fully erect and jutting proudly from a thatch of soft blonde hair. It was magnificent, long, veined, and crowned by a broad, flushed head already beaded with precum. At its base, Chris could see the faint swell of the knot beginning to form. The musky, primal scent of his mate’s arousal was overwhelming this close, like a drug that made Chris’s head swim and his mouth water.

But he had no time to simply stare. Dax’s mouth was on him.

The first touch of Dax’s tongue to his oversensitive entrance was like a shock. A low, broken cry tore from Chris’s throat. Dax licked a broad, flat stripe from his perineum all the way up the cleft of his ass, lapping up the mingled slick that still coated him. His tongue was hot, rough, and demanding. He didn’t tease like usual, but he devoured, burying his face between Chris’s cheeks, his nose pressing against Chris’s taint as his tongue speared deep inside the clutching, fluttering hole.

Chris’s hips jerked off the carpet. "Dax! Oh, fuck!"

The curse was muffled as Chris, driven by instinct and desperate hunger, opened his own mouth. He leaned up, capturing the head of Dax’s cock between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the broad crown, tasting the salty, bitter precum, before sinking down, taking as much of the thick length as he could. He gagged slightly, tears springing to his eyes, but he pushed through, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.

Above him, Dax groaned, the vibration against Chris’s most intimate flesh making him whimper around the cock in his mouth. It was a continuous cycle of pure sensation. Every suck, every lick Chris gave was rewarded with a deeper, more ravishing penetration of Dax’s tongue. Dax was eating him like a starved man, his tongue plunging in and out, mimicking the thrusts of the toy but so much hotter, so much more alive.

Chris could feel the muscles in Dax’s thighs tensing against his ears. He reached up, his hands gripping Dax’s ass, pulling him deeper into his mouth. He took him to the root, his nose buried in coarse hair, the scent flooding his senses. He bobbed his head, establishing a rhythm, his own pleasure building again astonishingly fast.

Beneath Dax’s vicious mouth, Chris felt himself unraveling. Dax’s finger found his prostate effortlessly and pressed and rubbed it. White-hot pleasure shot up his spine. Chris screamed, the sound choked around Dax’s cock. His own hips bucked wildly, fucking himself on Dax’s face. Dax held him down, one large hand splaying across Chris’s stomach, pinning him as he continued to lick and suck and claim.

Chris’s world dissolved into a symphony of wet, obscene sounds and overwhelming scent. The push and pull of their bodies, the give and take of pleasure, was perfectly, brutally balanced. He was drowning in the weight of his alpha above him, the taste of him on his tongue, and the devastating skill of that mouth between his legs.

He felt Dax’s cock swell further in his mouth, the knot beginning to expand. Chris sucked harder, desperately, wanting to pull his mate’s climax from him. Dax’s became more fervent, his tongue relentless, his teeth softly grazing Chris’s sensitive rim.

Pleasure coiled, tight and incredibly hot, deep in Chris’s gut. His balls drew up tight. A warning cry bubbled in his throat, but it got out as a muffled moan.

Dax felt it. He pulled his mouth away just enough to growl, the sound vibrating against Chris’s soaked skin. "Come for me."

Dax’s low voice, paired with a sudden, deep thrust of two thick fingers alongside his tongue, shattered Chris completely.

His orgasm ripped through him with violent, convulsive force. His back arched off the floor, a silent scream locked in his throat as his cock jerked, spilling hot stripes of cum across his own stomach and chest. His body clamped down viciously on Dax’s invading fingers and tongue, fluttering in a rapid, endless spiral of contractions that milked the pleasure from every nerve.

The intense clenching of Chris’s throat around his cock was the final trigger for Dax.

With a roar that was half-growl, Dax’s hips slammed forward, his knot swelling to its full size, locking him in Chris’s mouth. Hot, bitter pulses of cum flooded Chris’s throat. He swallowed instinctively as Dax pumped his release deep, the throbbing of his knot against Chris’s lips.

For a long, suspended moment, they were locked together, creating a perfect, breathless shared climax. Then, slowly, Dax’s weight settled more fully over him, his breathing ragged against Chris’s inner thigh.

Gently, Dax pulled his softening cock from Chris’s mouth, the knot slipping free with a soft, wet pop. He shifted down, collapsing beside Chris on the carpet, pulling his mate into his arms. Chris went boneless, his face pressed into the sweat-damp hollow of Dax’s neck, breathing in the triumphant, sated scent of his alpha.

Dax’s hand came up, stroking through Chris’s damp curls. His voice was a rough, satisfied rumble against Chris’s temple.

"The proof was satisfactory," he murmured. "But the live demonstration... was infinitely superior."