Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 251: Menace (Win-Win)

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Menace (Win-Win)
[Spice ahead - drive safely.]
Chris knew he shouldn’t have trusted Dax when he was in a mood.
He should have tried something. Slowed it down. Now the wardrobe was filled with his moans.
He should have said no properly, instead of half-thinking it and letting it slide. Especially when Dax carried him to their room without asking, arms solid and unapologetic, clearly enjoying both being glued to Chris and the reminder of how easily he could do this.
Then the phone rang.
Dax shifted just enough to answer it, his expression already turning sharp and distant, his work tone snapping into place. "Shower," he said absently, thumb pressing once at Chris’s hip as if anchoring him there. "I’ll eat you after."
Chris should have questioned that wording. He didn’t, as maybe Dax made a mistake while taking the call. He didn’t think that he would be really eaten out just half an hour later.
The shower was long. Hot. He let the steam wash away the lingering tension and told himself he’d imagined the look in Dax’s eyes before he left, the promise threaded into it. By the time he stepped out, towel around his hips, hair still damp, he felt almost normal again.
He moved into the dressing room, rifling through clothes, deciding on something soft and loose, without knowing that the menace he was calling mate and husband had already scented him.
Chris inhaled the spiced rum scent that seemed to be everywhere in the wardrobe and turned just as hands caught him, pulling him back into a familiar chest.
"Dax!"
"You’re clean," Dax murmured, nose brushing his temple. "Good."
Chris swallowed. "You said we’d eat."
"I said I will eat you after the call," Dax replied calmly.
Chris opened his mouth to argue and closed it just as quickly.
That was the problem. Dax was technically right.
"That is not what a reasonable person means by that sentence," Chris said, his voice already betraying him.
"I’m not reasonable," Dax replied, unbothered. His hands stayed firm at Chris’s waist, thumbs pressing. "And you didn’t object."
Chris let out a breath that was supposed to be steady and failed halfway through. "I was distracted."
"Yes," Dax said, approving. "I noticed."
He drew Chris closer, nuzzling his nose against the crook of his omega neck. "You smell so good." Dax breathed out, the hot breath making Chris shudder. "Are you going to keep your husband hungry, my moon?"
"You are a menace," Chris managed to say.
Dax’s chuckle was a low, dark sound that vibrated against Chris’s back. "A menace who is about to have you for his first course."
Before Chris could form a retort, Dax moved. One strong arm wrapped around his chest, lowering him effortlessly, while the other hand pressed firmly against the small of his back, guiding him.
"Hands on the wall," Dax commanded, his voice a low growl next to his ear.
Chris’s body obeyed before his mind could protest. He flattened his palms against the cool, smooth wood of the wardrobe wall, the solid surface a stark contrast to the heat blooming under his skin. Dax’s hand remained on his spine, guiding him to arch just so. Then, a nudge from Dax’s knee spread his legs wider, leaving him exposed.
The wardrobe was suddenly filled with the sound of Chris’s ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of spiced rum and his own rising arousal.
"Dax..." he started.
"Shh," Dax murmured, his hands moving to grip Chris’s ass, spreading him wide. "I’m just looking." But his gaze was anything but passive. "So pretty here. All pink and wet for me already. Did you like my mouth on you, Chris? Did you like coming on my tongue?"
Dax leaned in, and Chris felt the hot puff of his breath against his glistening hole before the alpha’s tongue touched him. He licked a broad, wet stripe over Chris’s entrance, then slowly lowered to Chris’s balls.
A choked gasp tore from Chris’s throat. The wet, flat heat of Dax’s tongue against his balls was a shock. Dax laved at the sensitive skin, drawing one testicle into his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue swirling in a way that made Chris’s entire body clench. His legs trembled, the effort of holding himself up becoming almost impossible.
"Dax," he whimpered, the sound muffled by his own arm pressed against his face. It was too much. It was overwhelming.
Dax released him with a soft, wet pop, only to repeat the action on the other side, giving it the same meticulous, worshipful attention. The wardrobe was filled with the slick, obscene sounds of his mouth, a stark contrast to Chris’s broken, panting breaths.
"Tastes so good here, too," Dax rumbled, his voice a deep vibration that Chris felt more than heard. "All of you is a feast."
He traced the seam behind Chris’s balls with the tip of his tongue, a slow, teasing path that had Chris pushing back, a silent, desperate plea for more. Dax chuckled, a dark, knowing sound, and finally gave him what he wanted.
He returned to Chris’s fluttering hole, sealed his mouth over the puckered entrance and began to thrust his tongue inside, fucking him with a slow, unrelenting rhythm. The wet, invasive pressure sent bolts of pure pleasure shooting up Chris’s spine. He was being opened, claimed from the inside out, and every coherent thought was washed away.
He could feel the pressure building again, but this time it was deeper, more intense. Dax’s hands held him open, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of his cheeks as he devoured him. Chris was moaning continuously now, a string of helpless, needy sounds that filled the room.
Just as he felt himself almost cumming, Dax pulled away.
Chris cried out at the loss, a sound of pure frustration. He felt empty, aching, and desperate for the release that had been snatched away. He was trembling, his body slick with sweat and Dax’s saliva.
"Dax, please," he begged, turning his head to try and see the man behind him. "Don’t stop."
Dax’s hands were on his hips, pulling him up and back until he was standing, his back flush against Dax. Dax’s arm banded around his waist, holding him upright as his legs threatened to give out.
"I’m not stopping, my moon," Dax murmured, his lips brushing against Chris’s ear. He was so much taller, his body a wall of heat and muscle. Chris could feel the hard, thick length of Dax’s cock pressing against his ass. "I’m just moving on to the main course."
Dax lowered Chris again and penetrated him with a single move. The single, brutal thrust stole the air from Chris’s lungs. One moment he was empty and aching, the next he was utterly, completely full. Dax’s cock was stretching him to his limits, a possession so absolute it bordered on violence. A strangled cry was ripped from his throat, his hands flying out to brace against the floor as Dax drove him to his knees.
Dax had lowered him right there on the plush rug of the dressing room, the scent of polished wood and spiced rum filling the air. Chris was on his hands and knees, Dax blanketing his back, his weight a heavy, grounding force that pinned him in place.
"Dax!" he gasped, his knuckles turning white.
"Shh," Dax rumbled in his ear, his voice a low, dominant growl. "I told you. Main course." He pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, only to slam back in, a deep, powerful thrust that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure through Chris’s entire body.
Dax’s hips snapped against his ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the large wardrobe, mingling with Chris’s helpless moans. Each thrust drove the air from Chris’s lungs, pushing him closer to the edge of sanity.
He was being used, fucked with an animalistic intensity that should have terrified him, but all it did was send him spiraling higher. The pressure inside him built at an alarming rate, a tight coil of pleasure winding in his gut, ready to snap. Dax’s hands gripped his hips, holding him in place, using him for his own pleasure, and Chris reveled in it.
Dax’s rhythm faltered for a second, one of his hands releasing Chris’s hip to wrap around his chest, pulling him up until his back was flush against Dax’s sweat-slicked chest. Dax’s cock drove deeper, hitting that right spot inside him.
"Look at you," Dax murmured, his lips against Chris’s temple. "Taking it so well. So hungry for me, even when you pretend you’re not."
With a silent scream, Chris shattered. His orgasm tore through him, an all-consuming force that left him convulsing in Dax’s arms. His body clenched, his inner walls clamping down around Dax’s cock as he spilled himself over the rug beneath them.
Dax groaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction as Chris’s body pulsed around him. With a final, possessive thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his hot release flooding Chris’s insides.
Dax pressed a soft, surprisingly gentle kiss to the nape of his neck.
"Still think I’m a menace?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against Chris’s back.