Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 270: Demanding of an alpha

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Demanding of an alpha
[Spice and existential crisis ahead. 😂 ]
Dax felt temptation loosening its grip on his control long before he admitted it.
They crossed from the sitting room into the bedroom slowly, each step followed by kisses. Kisses on lips, chests, and love bites that promised bruises. The door closed behind them with a quiet click that shut the palace out.
And then Chris surprised him.
Instead of yielding, he moved first, pushing Dax back onto the bed with a confidence that made Dax still, curious to see what Chris would do. The robe slid from Chris’s shoulders in a whisper of silk, the daring fabric pooling around Dax’s waist as Chris settled above him, straddling him with an expression that turned Dax on even more.
Dax’s hands found his hips automatically, fingers adorned with gold rings digging in through the cool fabric and the warmth beneath, anchoring himself as much as holding Chris in place. His member was deep inside his omega and his alpha mind was repeating one thing to the point of madness.
’Just a little deeper.’
The raw, instinctual thought struck him like a physical blow, a primal ache so strong that it made his breath hitch. He saw Chris with terrifying clarity, his face soft from sleep, one hand resting on the gentle swell of his stomach. The image was so vivid, so visceral, that Dax’s hips bucked upward involuntarily, driving himself deeper, earning a strangled moan from Chris’s swollen lips.
He tightened his grip on Chris’s hips, forcing his instincts back under control by sheer will. He remembered the throne room, the scent of his brothers’ blood on the throne of Saha, and the way he had taken what he wanted by sheer force of will. He could do that now. He could flip Chris, pin him, and bury himself so deep that his omega would remain pregnant the next day. He could force the future he wanted that very moment.
’No. This is not only mine to decide.’
His breath slowed gradually, one measured inhale after another, until the edge dulled enough for him to think again.
Dax knew he was walking a knife’s edge. The alpha inside him was roaring, demanding that he take, that he claim, that he ensure the future he so desperately wanted. But the man, the one who loved Chris more than life itself, was holding on, fighting the primal urge with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"God, Chris," he said quietly, voice rough. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Chris leaned down, his breath hot against Dax’s ear. "Show me," he whispered, his voice a challenge and a plea all at once. "Show me what I do to you."
Dax’s control snapped. He gripped Chris’s hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move, thrusting up into him with a desperation that bordered on madness.
Chris met his thrusts with equal intensity, his body undulating above Dax, taking everything he gave and demanding more. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, with wet slaps of flesh, the ragged gasps of breath, the soft moans, and desperate pleas.
Dax could feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock, the urge to tie himself to Chris almost too much to bear. But he fought it, focusing on the pleasure, on the feel of Chris around him, and on their bond humming beneath his skin.
With a final, shuddering thrust, Dax came, his release spilling hot, coating Chris’s insides. He held himself deep, his body convulsing with the force of it, but he didn’t knot.
Chris was still moving, his hips rolling with instinctual rhythm, chasing the pleasure that was just out of reach. Dax watched him, mesmerized by the sight of Chris taking his pleasure, his body slick with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath, cream silk clinging to his skin.
Dax’s hands, which had been gripping Chris’s hips, moved up to his chest. His fingers found Chris’s nipples, rolling and teasing them until they were hard, sensitive peaks. Chris cried out, his back arching, his body pressing more firmly against Dax’s touch.
"Dax," Chris gasped, his voice a plea and a prayer all at once. "Please. I need..."
Dax leaned up, capturing one of Chris’s nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping until Chris was writhing above him, his body trembling with need. Dax’s cum dripped down on both of them with each roll of his omega’s hips.
Chris’s movements became more frantic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Dax could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his muscles were tensing and clamping down on his cock, and the way his breath was hitching. He knew Chris was close.
"Came, love." Dax whispered, his pheromones engulfing Chris’s senses. "You are so close."
With a final, desperate cry, Chris came, his body convulsing as his release spilled hot and wet between them, coating Dax’s stomach and chest. The sight, the feel, and the scent of Chris’s orgasm were almost too much for Dax to bear. He could feel the knot swelling again, the urge to tie himself to Chris becoming painful.
As Chris’s orgasm subsided, Dax rolled them to the side, still inside him. He pulled Chris into his arms, nuzzling his nose into his hair, breathing in his scent.
"I love you, my little moon." Dax said.
Dax stayed exactly where he was, breathing slowly until the tremor in his hands faded. He kept one arm firm around Chris’s back, the other splayed warm and protective over his side, thumb tracing lazy, grounding circles against skin that was still flushed and sensitive. The alpha in him had gone quiet at last, contained, locked behind love and restraint.
Chris shifted with a small sound, something between a sigh and a hum, his body settling more fully into Dax’s chest as if it had always belonged there. His lashes fluttered, then stilled, and he pressed his face into the hollow of Dax’s throat, breathing him in without thought or fear.
Dax closed his eyes.
For a moment, he let himself imagine nothing at all. No future. No bloodlines or expectations. Just this warmth, this weight, and the quiet assurance of Chris’s heartbeat against his own.
"I love you too," Chris murmured sleepily. "But I’m still going to kill Mia."
Dax chuckled. "Sure, just keep in mind that Killian hates when marble is stained with blood."
Chris laughed quietly against his throat, the sound muffled and warm, and then yawned in a way that made the threat entirely unserious. He shifted again, careful, as if his body knew exactly where Dax was still sensitive, and tucked one knee between Dax’s legs just for the comfort of it. His hand slid up Dax’s chest, fingers tracing the faint scars without asking what had put them there.
"You say that now," Chris murmured, voice already thick with sleep, "but you’ll thank her tomorrow."
Dax hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He pressed his lips to Chris’s hair, then to the curve of his temple, breathing him in until the world narrowed to the familiar silk, skin, and faint echo of their bond, settling back into something calmer. He adjusted the blankets, tucking them around Chris first before pulling them up for himself.
Chris’s fingers curled into Dax’s hair, possessive in a soft, unconscious way. "You’re tense," he added, half-asleep, as if commenting on the weather.
"Anyone would be after seeing you in that robe," Dax said gently, the lie small and harmless. He smoothed his palm along Chris’s back until the tension eased anyway, until the last shiver melted out of him.
Chris’s breathing evened out, slow and deep, his weight warm against Dax’s chest. Only then did Dax allow himself to open his eyes again. He stared into the dimness, jaw tightening briefly before he relaxed.
He kissed Chris’s brow one more time, being careful not to wake him, and closed his eyes again, keeping watch not as a king or an alpha demanding a future, but as a man holding the person he loved.
For now, that was enough.