Luren moaned with pleasure, his body trembling as he rode Craige faster, deeper, each thrust sending waves of sweet, aching bliss through him. Every time their bodies connected, Craige's hands gripped Luren's hips, guiding him with a desperate hunger, driving himself deeper, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
"Just like that, baby... fuck, yes," Craige groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His
fingers slid to Luren's stomach, pausing when he noticed the faint glow of the
crescent moon mark pulsing with each thrust, just like it had back in the cabin.
"Ahhh—Craige, I feel so full," Luren moaned breathlessly, his head falling back as his body arched into Craige's touch.
Craige's eyes darkened with awe and lust. "Baby… your mark… it's glowing," he murmured with a smile of wonder, dragging his fingertips across it.
Luren glanced down and gasped, a laugh escaping his lips between pants. "Yeah… maybe "cause you make me feel so damn good," he said before leaning down, capturing Craige's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Craige shifted their bodies, flipping Luren gently onto his back. He hovered above him
for a heartbeat, eyes locked, then thrust deep his cock pressing into Luren with such force it made a visible bulge in his lower belly.
Luren cried out, clinging to Craige's shoulders. "C-Craige… ahhh—yes, you're so deep! I can feel you… everywhere…"
"Luren, baby…" Craige growled against his neck, his thrusts becoming rougher, needier,
the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the room. His lips trailed down Luren's throat, teeth grazing skin, devouring every moan and cry.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, consumed by heat, need, and something deeper, something that made the moon mark between them burn like fire.
"Craige… I'm coming…" Luren gasped in a hoarse, breathless voice. His throat was raw
from moaning and crying out Craige's name, his entire body trembling, slick with sweat and pleasure.
"Yes, baby… come for me," Craige growled, his voice thick with desire as he pressed hot,
open-mouthed kisses along Luren's neck. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, more
desperate. "Let's come together, don't hold back."
Their bodies slammed together in perfect rhythm, skin slapping against skin, the room
filled with their cries and ragged breaths. Luren's inner walls clenched tightly around Craige, and in that moment, stars burst behind his eyes. His back arched, his entire body seized in a wave of blinding ecstasy as he cried out, his release overtaking him like a crashing tide.
Craige groaned deeply, feeling Luren tighten around him, it pushed him over the edge.
His thrusts turned erratic as he poured himself into Luren, his body shuddering
with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He buried his face in Luren's neck, biting down gently as he emptied every drop, holding him close like he never wanted to let go.
Their bodies slowly stilled, trembling and breathless, still connected, marked by the
aftershocks of a climax that left them both utterly undone.
Craige slowly loosened his hold, but remained inside Luren, their bodies still flushed and tangled. The room was heavy with heat, their mingled scents, and the soft
sound of their uneven breathing.
Luren whimpered softly as Craige shifted slightly, the oversensitivity making him
twitch. "Don't… move yet," he murmured, his voice still rough, but now laced with sweetness.
Craige smiled against his skin and kissed his shoulder tenderly. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "You feel too good… still so warm."
A soft glow caught his eye, and he looked down at Luren's lower abdomen. The crescent moon mark there was shimmering faintly, pulsing in time with Luren's heartbeat. It had glowed before but now it was brighter, as if something deeper had awakened.
"You're glowing again," Craige whispered, gently brushing his fingers over the mark.
Luren's eyes fluttered open. "It feels… different this time," he said, placing a hand
over Craige's. "Like it's pulling us even closer."
As they stayed joined, a warm sensation spread through both of them, like a tether of
light threading from one soul to the other. Craige felt it too, an ache in his chest that wasn't pain, but something deeper. A bond.
"Craige… do you think this is… part of the bonding?" Luren asked, his cheeks flushed, not just from exertion but from wonder.
Craige nodded slowly, resting his forehead against Luren's. "If it is… then I want it.
All of it. You. Us. Forever."
Luren smiled softly and kissed him, slow and gentle this time. "Then don't let go."
"I won't," Craige promised, his voice firm as his arms wrapped around him tighter.
"I think we should visit Elder Zoran tomorrow," Craige said, his tone turning serious. "We need to ask about all of this… and why the Velgarith are so interested in
Omegas."
Luren nodded, still catching his breath. "We should… and we need to let the King know
that Velzra is safe here."
Craige leaned down and kissed Luren's flushed face, then gently pressed his lips
against Luren's soft, parted ones. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, not wanting to hurt him.
"Uhm… not yet," Luren murmured with a small, sleepy smile, his body still tingling from their shared heat.
Craige chuckled softly, brushing the damp hair away from Luren's forehead. "I don't
want to stop either… but you look exhausted, my love. And if we're going tomorrow, you need to rest."
"Hmm… I love you…" Luren whispered, his eyes fluttering shut, a peaceful glow on his
face.
"I love you too, baby," Craige whispered back, heart full as he gazed at him. "Sleep now… I'll take care of everything."
With a gentle touch, Craige carefully cleaned Luren's body, wiping away the remnants
of their passion with warm cloth and slow strokes, being tender and attentive with every inch. He also cleaned himself quickly, moving silently so as not to disturb Luren's sleep. Then, he dressed Luren in soft, fresh pajamas, tucking him in with care.
Once everything was done, Craige slipped into bed beside him, pulling him into his
arms and resting his cheek against Luren's hair. He sighed contentedly, holding him close.
"Mine…" he whispered under his breath, before closing his eyes and letting sleep take them both.
---
"Velzra, we're going to your tribe to meet Elder Zoran. You can come with us," Luren
said gently, then added with a soft but firm gaze, "but I want you to come back with us again."
"Alright," Velzra agreed, though his voice was distant. He hadn't been able to sleep last night, haunted by thoughts of that man and the rough kiss they shared. He knew
he should be angry—but deep inside, he wanted to see him again… to understand
the strange pull he felt.
"Are you alright?" Luren asked, noticing the weariness in Velzra's eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Velzra replied with a faint smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside.
"Okay. Let's go—Craige is waiting outside."
They headed toward the stables, and as they approached, they spotted Clara bringing a
packed meal for their journey.
"Keith is returning soon," Luren mentioned casually to Clara.
Clara only nodded, but a pained smile formed on her lips. Luren noticed it and gave her a warm smile in return.
"I heard you did something?" Craige's voice carried from nearby, curious and amused.
A deep, familiar laugh followed. "Just getting revenge for you," the man replied, his voice full of mischief.
Craige burst into laughter. "Oh yeah? But I heard you enjoyed it," he teased, raising
a brow with a knowing smirk, his tone laced with amusement
"Craige?!"
Luren called out as they entered the barn.
Velzra came to an abrupt stop when he saw the man again—him. His chest tightened, and his heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Why is he here again? Why is my heart doing
this?
"Oh, you're here," Craige said casually, leading a man beside him. "We'll be going with Venn this time."
"This is Venn, my cousin," Craige introduced.
The three of them, Luren, Clara, and Velzra stared in surprise.
"You have a cousin?" Luren asked, blinking in disbelief.
"Greetings to the future duchess…" Venn said charmingly, giving Luren a slight bow and reaching for his hand. But before he could kiss it, Craige quickly stepped in
and stopped him, placing a firm hand on Venn's shoulder.
Clara raised an eyebrow but smiled politely. "Clara and Velzra, this is Venn," Craige
continued, dragging his cousin away from Luren and closer to the others.
"Hello," Clara greeted warmly.
Venn took Clara's hand and kissed it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful
woman," he said playfully, his tone smooth and confident.
Then his gaze shifted to Velzra, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"It's good to see you," he murmured, then leaned in closer and whispered so only Velzra could hear, "again."
Velzra froze. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he couldn't respond.
The blood rushed to his ears, drowning out the rest of the world.
He swallowed hard and gave a small, stiff nod, avoiding Venn's gaze.
Clara, oblivious to the tension, handed a small bundle to Craige.
"Here are your packed foods."
"Thank you, Clara," Craige said, his voice sincere. He took the bundle and began leading the horse outside.
Velzra stayed rooted in place for a moment longer, his thoughts a storm. That smirk…
that voice… so his name is Venn.
"Let's go!" Craige commanded firmly.
There were only two horses prepared. Craige and Luren mounted one together, their
movements practiced and close. Venn sat on the other, his sharp eyes scanning the group. Velzra hesitated, unsure if he was truly welcome or even wanted on this journey.
"Come here, Prince of the barbarians," Venn sneered, his voice laced with mockery.
Velzra's jaw tightened at the insult, but before he could utter a word in protest, Venn
reached out and grabbed his waist with surprising strength. With a swift tug, he pulled Velzra up onto the horse in front of him.
"Don't act shy now," Venn muttered near his ear, his tone sharp, almost threatening.
Velzra tensed, his entire body rigid as he sat stiffly in the saddle, uncomfortable with the unwanted closeness.
"We're leaving…" Luren called, waving to Clara as the group began to move toward the
manor gates.
"Take care, everyone!" Clara waved back, concern and hope mingling in her eyes as she watched them disappear down the road.
The road ahead was cold and blanketed in enchanted snow, its cobbled path half-buried
beneath shimmering frost that glowed faintly under the pale light of twin moons. Crystal-like trees lined the trail, their silver branches whispering with ancient magic as the wind passed through
"You must be jealous of them," Venn muttered near Velzra's ear, his voice low and
taunting.
Velzra glanced at Luren's horse. The two were close, too close. Craige was teasing
Luren, kissing the nape of his neck, and every now and then they would share a soft kiss on the lips. But Velzra's attention wasn't on them, it was on the man behind him. He sat stiffly, uncomfortable with how close Venn's broad chest was pressing against his back, doing his best to avoid even the slightest touch.
"Just admit it… you want it too," Venn whispered, his warm breath brushing against Velzra's nape.
A shiver ran down Velzra's spine, his cheeks flushing with heat. He didn't know what to
say, he hated how his body reacted. Then, without warning, he felt Venn's tongue graze his nape, followed by a teasing lick and a playful nip.
"What are you doing?!" he hissed, trying to cover his neck with his hand. But Venn simply brushed it aside and bit harder.
"Ouch…" Velzra gasped, wincing. He turned to glare at Venn, but stopped mid-motion. For the first time, he saw the man's face clearly. A small scar rested beneath his
eye, another on his forehead, marks that somehow made his already striking
features even more captivating… and dangerous.
Without thinking, Velzra's hand rose, his fingers gently tracing the scar.
Venn froze for a moment, surprised, then smirked.
Realizing what he was doing, Velzra quickly pulled his hand away, embarrassed. He turned his gaze forward, pretending nothing had happened, but Venn wasn't finished. He
grabbed Velzra's chin, gently lifting his face, and kissed him softly, so unlike the rough, forceful kiss they shared that night.
Velzra's heart pounded as he found himself responding to the kiss without meaning to.
There was something different in it, something almost tender. But before it could deepen, Venn pulled away.
"What an easy man," he said with a mocking smile.
Velzra felt his chest tighten, shame crashing over him like a wave. He looked straight
ahead, eyes glassy.
His heart ached, not just from Venn's cruel words, but from the truth they might carry.
Had he really been that easy?
And worse…had he wanted it?
They stopped and unmounted at the foot of the mountain.
Two sleds were waiting, each pulled by two large black wolves. A woman sat gracefully
atop one of them, her long cloak fluttering slightly in the cold wind.
"Greetings, Your Grace," she said with a respectful bow.
Then, she spotted Venn and suddenly rushed toward them. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Venn hugged her back and returned the kiss casually, as if it were nothing unusual.
Velzra's chest tightened painfully at the sight. He quickly looked away, pretending not to care, but his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists.
"That damn playboy," Craige muttered with a scoff, shaking his head while helping Luren
toward the sled.
"Amaya? I didn't know you would be here," Venn said, sounding both surprised and slightly uneasy. His eyes flicked toward Velzra, who was already walking stiffly toward the sled, silent and cold.
"I heard you were coming, so I took the liberty of bringing the sleds," Amaya replied,
pouting slightly. "You haven't visited me in a long time."
"Sorry," Venn said with a shrug, avoiding her eyes. "I'm… interested in someone else
now."
"Oh?" Amaya's voice lifted in curiosity. She tilted her head and glanced toward Velzra with a knowing smile. "You mean him? He looked like he was crying a while ago."
Her words cut through the air like a dagger. Velzra's back stiffened, but he kept walking, refusing to turn around.
"Really? Come on, let's make him cry," Venn said with a dark, mischievous smile.
Amaya laughed. "Venn, you're evil! That poor boy, he caught your attention!"
They walked toward the sleds. Craige and Luren were already seated on the first one, while Velzra sat stiffly on the second. Venn didn't hesitate to sit right beside him.
"Amaya, take care of our horses," Venn ordered casually, before leaning closer to her
and whispering, "Showtime, babe."
Then, without warning, he pulled her in for a heated kiss..right in front of Velzra.
Velzra's eyes widened in shock as their kiss deepened, tongues twisting shamelessly. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. Why couldn't he look away? And then, just
as his mind raced, he felt Venn's other hand creep onto his waist, fingers pinching slowly and possessively.
What the hell is he doing? kissing a woman while holding me like this?
Velzra's face burned with a mix of confusion, humiliation, and anger. Instinctively, he
smacked Venn's back, making both Venn and Amaya break the kiss and glance at
him in surprise.
"See you next time, playboy!" Amaya winked at Venn, smirking as she walked off.
"Let's get going, Venn!" Craige called from the front.
"Yes, Your Grace," Venn replied, still grinning, as if nothing had happened.
The sleds began to move, pulled by massive black wolves. Snow kicked up in soft gusts
around them, but the cold couldn't numb the strange, burning ache in Velzra's chest.
Venn pulled Velzra close, his grip firm and possessive, but Velzra quickly shoved him away, his chest heaving with mixed emotions.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Velzra's voice cracked, as if holding back tears. His
eyes shimmered, betraying the storm brewing inside him.
Venn gave a teasing smile, brushing away the tear that had slipped down Velzra's cheek. "Hmm… because you're pretty cute," he said, voice light, but there was a
flicker of something deeper in his gaze.
Velzra slapped his hand away and stared at him, eyes narrowed, burning with anger and
something else..hurt.
"Is this your idea of revenge for my sins?" he snapped, voice trembling.
The teasing in Venn's face faded. He looked at Velzra now with a serious intensity, like
the words had pierced something in him. For a brief moment, he forgot to breathe, caught in the gravity of Velzra's gaze.
"Are you… jealous of Amaya?" Venn asked casually, but there was a sharp undertone, like he was testing something fragile between them.
Velzra blinked, stunned. Jealous? Of course not. Why would he be? He barely knew this
man. And yet…
"Why would I be? We're not even—" He stopped, his throat tightening. He didn't know what they were. He didn't even know what he wanted them to be. But Venn had kissed others freely yet when it came to him, it felt different. He hated it. And he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Venn gave a nonchalant shrug and turned his gaze to the snowy road ahead. "Then that's it."
Silence fell between them. The sled bumped softly along the path, pulled by the wolves.
Velzra shifted in his seat and turned away, his heart pounding as he stared at the landscape. He didn't know why this man affected him so much, but something inside him stirred and it scared him.
"What's happening between the two of them?" Luren asked softly, his arms wrapped around Craige as he shivered slightly, the cold biting into his skin.
Craige shrugged. "Velzra caught Venn's attention," he replied simply, then pulled
Luren closer and pressed a warm kiss to his forehead.
"It's getting dark," Luren said, glancing around. They were still deep within the
forest, and not a single cabin was in sight. The wind howled louder, cutting through the trees like invisible blades.
"Let's stop and set up camp," Craige said, pulling on the reins to bring the sleigh to a
halt. The black wolves slowed to a stop.
Venn, riding behind, noticed and steered his sled to a stop as well.
"Let's build the tent and a shelter for the wolves," Craige instructed, reaching inside the sled to pull out the bundled supplies.
Luren and Velzra began gathering wood and starting a fire, their fingers numb from the
cold. They also laid out the food that Clara had carefully packed.
As the flames crackled to life, Luren glanced at Velzra, his expression gentle.
"Is everything alright between you and Venn?"
Velzra looked down, sadness and confusion clouding his eyes. For a moment, he didn't
speak. Then, in a quiet voice, he opened up. "I... I don't know," he said, the words trembling from his lips.
"He kissed me—many times. He said it was my punishment, but..." He paused,
eyes glinting with a mix of fear and yearning.
"But I feel something else. Something I don't understand."
"Do you like him?" Luren asked gently, his eyes searching Velzra's face with quiet
understanding.
"I… I don't know," Velzra admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I hate it… when
I see him kissing that woman."
His chest tightened as he said it, the image still fresh in his mind. Is this how Luren felt, watching Craige covered in those marks, maybe even worse?
"I'm sorry," Velzra murmured, guilt washing over him like a cold wind. "You must've
felt even worse after what I did…" He bowed his head in shame, his voice trembling.
"I… I deserve to be punished."
Luren reached out and patted his shoulder with a sad smile. "Let's just call them for
dinner and get some rest. We all need it."
Velzra nodded, silent but grateful.
That night, the four of them gathered around the fire to eat. The warmth of the flames
flickered against their faces, and the silence was filled with quiet thoughts rather than words. They also fed the wolves, who had loyally stayed close.
Even the wolves had their own tent nearby, a large, fur-lined shelter where they curled
together for warmth, their steady breathing a quiet comfort in the night.
Craige and Luren shared a tent, close and familiar, their bodies seeking comfort in each
other.
Venn and Velzra shared the other, tension still lingering in the air between them,
unspoken feelings pressing in the dark. Velzra lay awake for a long time, feeling the quiet presence beside him, unsure whether it gave him comfort… or confusion.