Lucien's whole body burned where Mikhail touched him, every graze of his mouth or hand setting off sparks.
His wet tongue toyed mercilessly with Lucien's nipple, teeth scraping and biting until the sharp pleasure shot straight down to his cock.
That big, rough hand working him off was ruthless, stroking and squeezing like it owned him.
The devil's long red hair brushed across his chest, tickling his skin until Lucien shuddered. Almost without thinking, his fingers tangled in the strands, squeezing the soft texture as if anchoring himself.
Mikhail looked up at him then, golden eyes blazing with heat and that gaze alone made Lucien's body betray him even further.
Some twisted part of him wanted to stay in this bubble of deceit forever, if it meant he could keep drowning in this drug-like euphoria.
They'd always said it: no matter how high he climbed, no matter how much power he wielded, his instincts as an omega would devour him someday.
And now it was happening he felt bitter because they were right and humiliating because wanted this.
Yet at the same time… liberating.
People always said to be careful of what you wished for and now he tastes it himself with his enemy on top of him.
Mikhail moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down Lucien's stomach, leaving a chain of red marks blooming on pale skin.
His hand never slowed, pumping his cock faster, thumb circling the tip until precum slicked his grip. Another finger teased beneath his foreskin, rubbing until Lucien cried out.
"Reznik… ahhh! Hahhh! More! faster!"
His head fell back, golden lashes fluttering as he stared blankly at the ceiling, where shadows stretched like a black canvas spattered with stars. His body rocked with every stroke, every wet obscene sound of his leaking penis. The world blurred; there was nothing but pleasure, suffocating and endless.
"Reznik! AAAHHH!"
Lucien's body tensed, then convulsed as his climax hit hard. Hot spurts painted across the car window, thick strings sliding down the glass.
Mikhail's laugh filled the air, low and triumphant. His hand, soaked in Lucien's release, glistened white under the dim light. He raised it with pride, grinning like a devil.
"See? Your body reacts to me like this, and you still pretend you don't want me as your alpha?"
Lucien's chest heaved. His face was flushed, lips parted, eyes dazed as sweat clung to his temples. He tried to scowl, to speak through ragged breaths.
"This… hahhh… this is just the drugs."
Mikhail's grin deepened. He slowly licked his hand clean, never breaking eye contact. Watching, savoring.
Lucien's glare faltered, his expression too pink, too breathless, too vulnerable to hold weight. Diablo saw through every flimsy defense and adored him for it.
The great Don, the silver serpent, now helpless in his hands. His star. His omega.
Mikhail's fingers brushed against his hole, slick with wetness, and Lucien jolted, clutching the seat so hard his knuckles whitened. His whole body went rigid with nerves.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me…" Reznik's low laugh filled the car. "You're still a virgin?"
"Sh-shut up!"
His golden eyes widened, then narrowed in delight. "You are, aren't you?"
His laugh once again echoed cruelly.
"Tch, I can't believe I'll be the one to pop your cherry in a fucking car, in the middle of nowhere."
Mockery laced his words, but the hunger underneath was undeniable. Two fingers slid inside, stretching him open, and Lucien's body betrayed him immediately.
His hole twitched, shivering around the intrusion, and a soft moan broke past his lips. Shame flushed his face crimson as he covered it with his arm.
Reznik pulled his arm away with ease, pinning it to the seat. "Don't you dare hide your face from me. Show me how much you love it when I finger you."
Lucien bit down on his lip until it bled, trembling while Mikhail scissored him wider, preparing him for the thickness that was coming.
"Hnn… hahhh…"
His whimpers filled the confined space, his hands finally gripping Reznik's shoulder because he had nowhere else to cling.
The alpha's stare burned into him while Lucien's own gaze skittered anywhere but back.
"God… I-I…" His words broke off into gasps.
Terror, arousal, and raw instinct all blurred into one.
He'd wanted this, hadn't he?
In the long, lonely nights as Don, he'd dreamed of someone forcing him, claiming him.
Now that it was real, his body was betraying him so fast he couldn't think, couldn't control it, couldn't stop it and he was terrified by it.
"St-stop… Reznik!"
But his body wouldn't listen. His hole clenched desperately around the devil's fingers, slick nectar coating them with every thrust. His pheromones poured heavy and sweet, choking the car with the scent of ripe pomegranate and jasmine.
"No," Mikhail growled, licking up along his jaw to his bleeding lips.
"I know you don't want me to stop."
His mouth crushed over Lucien's, swallowing his cries, tongue sliding deep as Lucien groaned helplessly beneath him.
His omega clamped so hard around his fingers it nearly drove him insane. Mikhail held back only by sheer will, not wanting to rip him apart too soon.
He kissed away the tears, licked along those trembling lashes, savoring the salty taste.
His star's sharp amethyst eyes, usually so cold with hate, now shimmered wet and dazed, drowning in lust. It was maddening. He wanted him, needed to claim him.
"Lucien…" The name left his lips like a prayer.
Reznik bit his own hand just to keep sane.
Lucien convulsed suddenly, body tensing around the intrusion.
"Reznik… ahhh—ahhh!"
He was about to come, his cock weeping untouched between them.
Mikhail smirked, voice rough. "Look at you… about to come from nothing but my fingers. What a good omega."
Lucien gasped, panic flashing across his face. He tried to reach for his cock, desperate for release, but the devil caught his wrist and shoved it above his head.
"Not unless you beg and call my name, and I'll let you touch yourself."
Lucien's face contorted into anger, it pained his heart, but Diablo wouldn't give up, he stop moving which made Lucien gasp.
"Fuck you!"
But his body was already betraying him. His hips shifted, his hole clamped tighter, his breath came ragged and broken. Mikhail slowed his fingers, dragging out the torment until Lucien's moans cracked.
"Now," Reznik pressed, voice thick with lust. "Say it."
His lips trembled. His pride cracked. Finally, in a strangled voice, he whispered, "Mikhail… please… let me cum."
His name finally came out of his little star's wet lips. After more than ten years, ten years of hearing that name again with full of gentleness and sincerity inside of hate and harshness was enough to make the devil's heart melt as he smiled gently.
"Good. That's how you call your alpha." He kissed Lucien's temple before releasing his hand.
Lucien immediately wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking fast, tears streaking his red cheeks as he moaned, "Hnnn! ahhh…Mikhail!"
Reznik thrust his fingers harder, pressing straight against that sweet spot. Lucien screamed as his climax tore through him again, hot semen splattering across his chest as his body went limp, trembling and helpless on the seat.
Reznik pulled his slick fingers free, his own cock still throbbing hard, unrelieved.
And they were nowhere near done.