Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 376: Lust (1)

The hotel room door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Chris didn’t give Dax a moment to think, to question, or to do anything but react. He was already moving, backing Dax toward the large bed, his hands fisting in the expensive fabric of Dax’s shirt. Chris’s tongue claimed Dax’s mouth with an intensity that vibrated through their bond, a frantic hum of ’mine, my future, my choice.’

Dax went willingly, his hands finding Chris’s hips, his body instinctively following his mate’s lead even as his mind was still reeling. He fell back onto the bed with a soft grunt, Chris following him down, straddling his thighs without ever breaking the kiss. The hard line of Chris’s erection pressed against his own stomach.

Chris finally tore his mouth away, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild in the dim light of the room. His fingers were already working on the buttons of Dax’s shirt, popping them open with clumsy, determined force.

"Are you sure about this?" Dax’s voice was a low rasp, his hands coming up to still Chris’s for a moment. He searched his mate’s face, seeing the lingering anger from his encounter with Claudia, but beneath it, something resolute and new. "About... children?"

Chris stilled, his gaze locking with Dax’s. The frantic energy softened slightly, replaced by a steely conviction.

"Yes," he said, his voice firm. "I’m sure." He leaned down, his forehead resting against Dax’s, his breath warm against his lips.

"If people like Claudia and Elara can have them, if they can build their twisted little dynasties around the idea, then so can I. We can. We’ll do it better. We’ll do it right."

The conviction in Chris’s voice was a powerful aphrodisiac. It was the same unwavering strength Dax had always been drawn to, now focused on a future they would build together.

The last of Dax’s hesitation evaporated, replaced by a surge of possessive, protective love. He wouldn’t just give Chris children; he would give Chris a world where their children were safe from the likes of Claudia. He would burn down anything that threatened them.

A low growl rumbled in Dax’s chest. He let go of Chris’s hands, instead sliding them up his mate’s back to pull him closer. "Then yes," he breathed, the words a vow. "Gods, Chris, yes."

That was all the permission Dax’s instincts needed. He didn’t hesitate anymore. The control he always kept so carefully leashed, the dominant alpha power that hummed just under his skin, finally let go.

His pheromones exploded in the enclosed space of the bedroom. The rich, intoxicating scent of spiced dark rum, warm and strong, filled the air, so thick that they could taste it.

Chris groaned, his head falling back as the scent washed over him. The anger and adrenaline still thrumming through him from the confrontation met the overwhelming force of Dax’s alpha presence and ignited.

Heat flooded his body, his skin flushing, his cock twitching where it was trapped against his trousers. His own pheromones rose to meet Dax’s, the clean, sharp scent of fresh rain after a storm, a scent of clarity and life.

But now it was mingled with something new, something deeper, and the dark, complex notes of their bond itself, a unique signature that spoke of years of shared pain, trust, and love.

"Fuck, Dax," Chris gasped, his hands resuming their work on Dax’s shirt, ripping it open the rest of the way. He needed skin. He needed to feel the heat of him, the solid reality of his mate beneath him.

Dax’s hands gripped the hem of Chris’s shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside. His palms splayed across Chris’s chest, his thumbs brushing over his nipples, feeling them pebble beneath his touch.

He watched Chris’s face, the way his eyes fluttered shut, and the way his lips parted on a moan. He sat up, dislodging Chris just enough to flip their positions in one smooth motion. The sudden shift made Chris gasp, his eyes flying open to see Dax above him, his expression feral with intent.

"My turn," Dax growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through Chris’s entire body. He lowered his head to Chris’s neck. He didn’t bite, not yet. Instead, he inhaled deeply, dragging the scent of his aroused omega deep into his lungs. He mouthed at the sensitive skin of Chris’s throat, his tongue tracing a wet path over his pulse point. "You smell incredible," he murmured against his skin. "Like rain and fury and mine."

Chris arched into the touch, his hands tangling in Dax’s hair, holding him close. "Yours," he agreed, his voice breathless. "Always yours."

He wrapped a leg around Dax’s waist, pulling him down, grinding their hips together. The friction was a delicious torment that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. "Dax, please. Don’t make me wait."

Dax didn’t intend to. He had spent years being patient, being careful, and putting Chris’s needs and healing above his own desires. But Chris had just declared his desire for their future, for their family, in the face of everything that had tried to break them. The time for patience was over.

He made quick work of the rest of their clothes, his movements imbued with a barely leashed hunger.

When they were both naked, skin to skin, Dax took a moment to just look. Chris splayed out on the bed beneath him, all lean muscle and pale skin, his dark hair fanned out against the white pillows, his eyes black with want. He was the most beautiful thing Dax had ever seen.

He leaned down and captured Chris’s mouth in a deep, slow kiss. He poured everything he felt into it - love, pride, lust, and a strong, unwavering promise. As he kissed him, his hand slid down Chris’s body, over the dip of his waist and the curve of his hip, until his fingers brushed against the slick heat between his thighs.

Chris cried out into the kiss, his body bucking up instinctively. He was more than ready; his heat was rising fast, spurred on by the emotional whiplash of the day and the overwhelming presence of his alpha. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Dax’s fingers slid easily inside him, and Chris moaned, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.

"Now, Dax," he demanded, his voice wrecked with need. "Now."

Dax didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Chris’s entrance. He looked down at his mate, his eyes searching one last time. What he saw was absolute trust.

He pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust.

They both groaned at the sensation, the perfect, overwhelming rightness of it. Dax paused, giving Chris a moment to adjust, but Chris was having none of it. He hooked his legs more tightly around Dax’s waist and used his grip to pull him in deeper.

"Move," Chris ordered, his voice a low, dominant growl of his own. "Fuck me, alpha. Fill me."