[BL]Hunted by the God of Destruction-Chapter 287: Again

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Again
Victor’s whisper hung in the air, a promise of endless pleasure.
’Again.’
The word coiled in Elias’ gut, like a spark that would ignite something definitely dangerous with a mate like his. Victor’s weight was a comforting, familiar anchor, and his slowing breath felt warm against Elias’ neck. The profound, stretching fullness of Victor’s knot was a constant, throbbing reminder of the alpha’s control over his body.
A surge of something hot and bright, entirely his own, flared through Elias’s spent limbs. It was his omega nature, yes, the nesting instinct, the deep-seated need to care and be cared for, but it was also something more. It was a fierce, protective possessiveness that mirrored Victor’s own. ’
He is mine, too.’
With a soft grunt of effort, Elias moved. He pressed his palms flat against Victor’s sweat-slicked chest. Victor’s crimson eyes, heavy-lidded and sated, fluttered open in surprise. There was no resistance as Elias, with a strength he didn’t know he possessed, gently but firmly pushed.
Victor went willingly, his body rolling onto his back amidst the rumpled sheets. The movement shifted the connection between them, sending a fresh, dizzying jolt of sensation through Elias. He gasped, his hands splaying across the hard planes of Victor’s abdomen for balance. He was straddling him now, Victor’s knot still seated deep inside, locking them together. Victor stared up at him, his dark eyes wide with shock, then darkening with a flicker of intense, intrigued arousal.
"Elias?" Victor’s voice was rough, but he made no move to retake control. His hands came to rest on Elias’s hips, digging into the soft flesh.
Elias’s heart hammered against his ribs. He could notice his own scent changing, the sweet imperial iris now tinged with a new, bold note of confidence. He saw the exact moment Victor caught it, his nostrils flaring, his gaze sharpening. The alpha was intrigued. ’
He’s letting me. Of course he is.’
"My turn," Elias breathed, the words barely audible. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on Victor’s chest, and began to move.
It was a slow, experimental rock of his hips. The angle was different, incredible. He controlled the depth, the pressure, and the friction. A low, approving growl rumbled in Victor’s chest, vibrating through Elias’s palms. The sound fueled him, emboldened him.
He sat up fully, throwing his head back as he found a rhythm. His body, so well-used and sensitive, sang with every movement. He was setting the pace and taking his pleasure from Victor, and the alpha was letting him.
’No,’
Elias thought, looking down at Victor’s rapt expression, his parted lips. ’
He’s loving it.’
Victor’s hands slid from his hips to his thighs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the trembling muscles. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice full of awe and a thick, heady desire. "Riding me. Taking what you need. Fuck, Elias."
The profanity, spoken with such reverence, shattered the last of Elias’s hesitation. He moved faster, lifting himself almost completely off before sinking down again, taking Victor’s length to the hilt, to the base of his swollen knot. Each descent was a delicious, full ache that bordered on pain before melting into pure, undiluted pleasure. His own cock, spent and sensitive, began to stir again against his stomach.
Victor’s composure was unraveling. His head tipped back into the pillows, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His hips gave a slight, involuntary upward thrust, a ghost of his alpha instinct to dominate, but he stopped himself, his grip on Elias’s thighs tightening. "You’re in charge," he gritted out, the words clearly a struggle. "Do it. Use me."
The permission, the sheer trust in it, unleashed something wild in Elias. He let out a moan that was almost a sob and rode Victor with determination. His hands roamed over Victor’s body, mapping the hard chest, tracing the lines of his collarbones, and threading into the dark hair there. He was everywhere, touching, claiming, and consuming.
He leaned down, capturing Victor’s mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. He could taste himself on Victor’s tongue, taste Victor’s unique, musky essence. It was intoxicating. He owned this. He owned this moment, this man.
Victor’s hands came up to cradle his face, holding him in the kiss as Elias moved above him. Their rhythm became frantic, a chaotic, beautiful mess of slapping skin and broken gasps. Elias could feel the telltale tightening in his core again, a third climax building with terrifying speed. It was born from this power, this reversal of their roles.
"Victor... I’m going to..." he panted against his alpha’s lips.
"Yes," Victor urged, his eyes blazing up at him. His own release was clearly close; his knot felt even larger, a persistent, stretching pressure. "Let me feel you. Come on me, omega. Show me."
The command in his tone, even from beneath him, was the final catalyst. Elias cried out, a sharp, piercing sound, as his orgasm seized him. His body clamped down on Victor’s, milking him, pulling his release forth. He convulsed, seeing white, his fingers digging into Victor’s shoulders.
With a guttural roar, Victor came. His hips lifted off the bed, driving up into Elias as his own climax ripped through him. Elias felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside, each jet of warmth a reminder of the pleasure he had wrung from his alpha. He collapsed forward, boneless, onto Victor’s chest, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
They lay there, still joined, panting in unison. Victor’s arms came around him, holding him close, one hand stroking his damp hair. Elias could feel the frantic beat of Victor’s heart against his ear, a wild drum matching his own.
Victor’s chuckle rumbled through Elias’s body, a warm vibration against his chest.
Elias lifted his head enough to see Victor’s face. His alpha’s hair was damp against the pillows, his mouth parted as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes soft in a way that stripped every defense he usually wore. Victor looked undone. Ruined. And wholly, entirely satisfied.
"Well," Victor repeated, voice low and rough at the edges, "I wasn’t expecting that."
Elias felt heat bloom across his cheeks, but he didn’t move away. He stayed where he was, pressed against Victor’s chest, still anchored together, still wrapped in the heavy quiet that followed a moment that had shifted something fundamental between them.
"You said
’again.’"
Elias murmured, breath brushing Victor’s collarbone. "You started it."
Victor’s hand slid up his back, possessive, fingers tracing the damp skin like he needed the reminder that Elias was real. "I said
’again,’
" he agreed, "and you answered with a takeover."
Elias gave a small, breathless huff. "You didn’t complain."
"I wouldn’t dare," Victor said, eyes dark with a reverent intensity Elias had only seen during their vows. "You... surprised me."
Elias felt something tighten low in his stomach at the admission. "In a good way?"
Victor’s hand paused, then tightened just slightly at his waist, drawing him a fraction closer.
"In the best way," Victor said, with no hesitation at all. "You were..." He exhaled, almost disbelieving. "You were magnificent."
"You say this like it was the first time," Elias whispered.
Victor huffed a breath that might have been a laugh if he weren’t still recovering. "It was the first time," he said, his thumb brushing a slow circle against Elias’s skin. "Not the first time you touched me. Not the first time you took what you needed. Not the first time you drove me to the edge..." His voice trailed off, breath hitching. "But the first time you took control like that."
Elias blinked, lips parting slightly. "I’ve taken control before."
"Not like this," Victor murmured. "Not..." He searched for the right word, his gaze dipping down Elias’s body before finding his eyes again. "Not with that certainty. That... ownership."
Elias felt his pulse thrum in his throat. "It unsettled you?"
Victor let out a slow breath, not breaking eye contact. "It humbled me."