Mikhail's kiss was rough, forceful, and unyielding. His dry lips claimed Lucien's, his hand clamped hard around his waist so he couldn't run, while the other pinned his jaw still, denying him any freedom.
This… this was the feeling of being dominated. Alien to Lucien. Shameful. And yet… so dangerously good his omega instincts trembled.
The alpha's pheromones flooded his senses, overwhelming, suffocating, making his knees buckle.
'Fuck?! Why do I like this!' Lucien cursed himself.
If it were anyone else, he might have folded already. But damn, the devil that humiliates him everytime they cross paths waking up his omega desire wasn't in his bingo card of 'what fucked up thing that would happen this year' and he would not let that happen!
The alpha's lips sucked at his, his grip sliding lower, cupping the curve of his ass. Lucien seized his chance, biting Mikhail's lip until blood spilled hot between them.
The kiss turned coppery, iron-rich. Yet instead of breaking away, Mikhail groaned into it, shoving his tongue deeper, tangling with Lucien's furious one until saliva and blood mixed and dripped down his chin.
Lucien gasped raggedly, desperate for breath, but the alpha gave him none. The pressure was unbearable, his body betraying him with a moan he couldn't hold back.
"Hngg…"
He shoved at Mikhail's chest, futilely, but the alpha only smirked, fingers brushing against the omega's finger, pressing it to the tattooed star etched into both their skins. A silent claim.
Heat spread through Lucien, dizzying. He stomped on Mikhail's foot with all his strength. The alpha flinched, and for one precious second, their lips tore apart.
Mikhail only laughed, wild and pleased. He shoved Lucien back until the omega's spine hit the cold railing, half his body dangling dangerously over the edge, saved only by Mikhail's iron grip.
Blood slicked Mikhail's smile crimson of blood as he leaned in, eyes glowing like molten gold. "I love feisty little cats. Your useless resistance makes me want you even more."
His hips ground forward, the heavy bulge in his pants pressing hard against Lucien, making his body jolt with unwanted arousal.
"You bastard!" Lucien panted, clutching at Mikhail's shoulders, not to fight, but to keep from falling.
Each grind dragged across his length, making him twitch with shameful need.
"See?" Mikhail taunted. "Just accept it. You're an omega. Admit it, and I'll give you a gift you'll never forget."
He caught Lucien's hand, forcing it down against his crotch. The sheer size filled his palm—thick, hard, straining. Lucien's throat went dry, his body trembling with fear and aching want.
'Gods, I want to lose myself in that… it would fit my–' the thought cut through him like sin. He shook his head, remembering that this man was one of the reason his parents death,
So he laughed instead, sharp and mocking. "What are you so proud of? My dildo's bigger than that."
For the first time, Mikhail's expression cracked. His jaw tightened, golden eyes flashing as if Lucien had struck his nerves since he literally told him, his proud member wasn't that impressive, any alpha would get angry.
"Ohhh," he growled low, pressing closer. "So you like to play like that? I thought you were a pure little virgin, untouched. Only mine to ruin."
Lucien froze. Mikhail was pissed, but not in the way he expected. Jealous and possessive to a mere toy. To a ridiculous degree and it was…
'Hot. So damn hot.'
He caught himself. 'Wait—no! Not hot! Not—fuck!'
Mikhail suddenly tightened his grip around Lucien's throat and shoved him harder against the low railing. His back arched over the stone, half his body dangling in the open air.
If not for the alpha's hand on his neck, he'd already be falling. His wrists were yanked above his head, stretched out and pinned like he was nothing but prey.
The choke wasn't unbearable, but the fact his life sat in Diablo's hand? That made his blood boil.
"F-fuck you, Diablo! Don't play with me—"
But the alpha didn't even bother with words. Instead, he tugged down the zipper of Lucien's white pants and shoved his underwear low. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, finally exposed.
"Reznik?!" Lucien growled, breath shuddering. "What the hell do you think you're—"
"Hah." Mikhail's golden eyes gleamed, lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Yours isn't impressive either."
He looked down at Lucien's shaft like it was something pathetic, the sheer audacity of it enough to make Lucien snort.
"What are you, twelve? Comparing dicks? You want me to get you a gold star while you're at it?"
For a second, relief washed over him. Great, just some macho clapback, maybe more insults. That, he could handle.
But then Diablo dropped to his knees.
Lucien's eyes went wide. "Wait, you can't be seri—ahhh! Shit!"
His protest cut off in a sharp gasp as Mikhail's hot tongue dragged across his length, wet, slow, humiliating, delicious.
'Fuck, no, no, no! Why does this feel so good?! He's the enemy. The reason my parents are dead. Not… not my fucking wet dream!'
But the alpha wasn't stopping. He wrapped his mouth around him, swallowing him deeper, sucking slowly and merciless. Lucien's knees buckled, his hips jerked forward against his will, and his fingers tangled in that thick crimson hair.
"Reznik! Hahhh… fuckkk!" His voice cracked between rage and desperate moans.
Mikhail never broke eye contact, not once. His golden stare burned into Lucien's soul, even with his mouth stuffed full of cock. His long hair spilled over his shoulders, brushing Lucien's thighs, messy and hot, making him shiver.
Lucien's face flushed red, his golden hair damp with sweat despite the cold night air. The sight seemed to thrill Diablo, he bobbed faster, throat clenching tight around Lucien's shaft, sending him spiraling further into madness.
"Reznik! Hnnghh! F-fuck, I—!"
He was so close he could taste the edge of his orgasm. His shaft twitched violently, climaxing right there, only for the alpha to pull away with a wet pop, leaving him throbbing and furious.
"You! fuck!" Lucien groaned, head dropping back in frustration. "You, bastard! You fucking—"
Mikhail licked his lips slowly, smirk widening. "What is it? Are you enjoying your alpha, little omega?"
Lucien's chest heaved, dick aching, pride screaming not to give in. "F-fuck you!" he spat, eyes glassy with need.
"Oh, I will." The devil's grin turned sharp as he wrapped a hand around him, stroking slowly and cruelly.
His thumb pressed the tip just enough to make Lucien hiss. "But first, I want you to beg. Beg your alpha to make you cum."
Lucien trembled all over. He wanted to spit in his face, laugh it off, keep control. But every slick pump of Diablo's hand shredded his defenses. The pressure on the tip was unbearable, addictive.
"D-damn you," Lucien bit his lip until it hurt, the last wall of pride crumbling under heat and pleasure.
Finally, the word tore out of him, broken and low: "M-make me cum… please, alpha."
Music to Mikhail's ears. His grin widened, wolfish and hungry.
Lucien's blush deepened as the alpha swallowed him down again, this time faster, taking him deep until his throat squeezed tight in perfect rhythm. Lucien's moans spilled out helplessly, raw and sharp, beautiful.
"Ahhh~ I'm cumming!" he gasped, head thrown back as his climax tore through him. His back arched, toes curled, release pulsing hard into Mikhail's mouth.
The alpha drank it all, swallowing greedily, never once breaking eye contact.
When it was over, he rose slow, lips glistening, and kissed Lucien. This time it was gentler but still dominant, his tongue sliding past Lucien's lips, making him taste his own seed.
Lucien didn't care. He was too far gone in the haze of pleasure, too undone to notice the hunger and greed blazing in Diablo's golden eyes.