Noah lay tangled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling fast, still dazed from the way Theron had torn him apart and pieced him back together with nothing but those goddamn sinful hands and that mouth that knew exactly how to destroy him.
Theron's body was pressed against his back, heavy and warm, his arm thrown lazily over Noah's waist. But even with the slow rhythm of their breathing syncing, there was an energy between them thick, unspoken, dangerous.
Noah shifted, but the movement earned him a low, growling warning against the shell of his ear.
"You're not going anywhere, little omega," Theron murmured, his voice a lazy threat wrapped in silk. His teeth grazed Noah's earlobe, sending a shiver straight to his core.
Noah tried to sass back, but it came out as a whimper when Theron rolled him onto his stomach and straddled his hips.
"You feel that?" Theron pressed his hard length against the curve of Noah's ass.
"That's what you fucking do to me, every goddamn second."
Noah gasped, his fingers knotting in the sheets, nails clawing helplessly. Theron leaned down, his chest pressing against Noah's back, his lips brushing over Noah's nape.
"You drive me insane, baby. You make me want to mark you until the whole goddamn world knows you're mine."
His teeth scraped lightly at the side of Noah's neck, teasing, promising.
Noah trembled beneath him.
"Do it," he whispered, desperate and trembling. "Mark me, Theron. I want it."
Theron growled low in his chest, his restraint snapping like a fucking wire.
He bit hard right at the tender place where Noah's shoulder met his neck, the claim of an Alpha on his mate, sharp and searing and binding.
Noah cried out, his back arching, and fuck if Theron didn't lose his mind at the sound. He soothed the mark with his tongue, dirty whispers spilling from his mouth against Noah's feverish skin.
"Mine now, mi amor... No running. No hiding. You're mine 'til the fucking end."
Theron reached down, teasing Noah's entrance with slow, slick strokes. Noah moaned, writhing, trying to push back onto him, but Theron only chuckled darkly.
"So needy... so fucking desperate for me." He slipped one finger in, slow, coaxing. "Gonna stretch you nice and good, baby. Gonna make sure you remember who fucked you open tonight."
Noah whimpered, hips rocking into Theron's touch, greedy and aching for more.
Theron didn't make him wait long. With one brutal, claiming thrust, he was buried deep inside, the air punched from Noah's lungs in a broken moan.
He stilled, gripping Noah's hips so tight it bruised.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight around me, baby. Like you were made for my cock."
Noah cried out again when Theron began to move, hard, relentless, each thrust grinding him deeper into the mattress. Their bodies slapped together, filthy and raw, Theron fucking the sound of his own name from Noah's swollen lips.
"You're mine, Noah," Theron snarled, reaching around to fist Noah's cock roughly.
"Say it say you're mine."
Noah sobbed, broken and beautiful under him.
"I'm yours fuck, Theron I'm yours!"
Theron came with a growl, sinking his teeth into the fresh mark again as he spilled inside Noah, claiming him in every goddamn way he could.
Noah followed seconds later, collapsing into the sheets, wrecked and trembling.
They stayed like that for a long moment breathless, tangled, claimed.
Then Theron softened, his hands brushing tenderly over Noah's body, whispering filth and sweetness against his hairline.
"You did so good for me, mi amor... So pretty taking all of me like that... Gonna take care of you now, okay? My good boy."
Noah nuzzled into Theron's chest with a small, exhausted sound, his heart thudding against his Alpha's.
Marked.
Ruined.
Loved.
And he wouldn't have it any other fucking way.