Lucien could feel something hard pressing against the curve of his buttock: a thick, heated length rubbing against his skin. His body trembled instinctively.
The lingering effect of the Lune Kiss still pulsed faintly through his veins.
It wasn't as overwhelming as before, but it was enough to make his inner walls flutter and twitch in anticipation, craving to be filled.
Before he realized it, his hips were pushing back, grinding against Edmund's cock, making it wet off his juices.
The movement was instinctive, sinful. Edmund chuckled darkly behind him, a low sound that rumbled in his chest.
"So I was right," he growled, voice dropping an octave.
"You'd give that body to anyone, wouldn't you? You filthy omega. Do you even think you deserve my cock?"
Hearing that, Lucien almost laughed. To him, it sounded like a bluff. He was a proud omega, his pheromones were strong, irresistible.
No alpha could resist him, not Diablo, not this arrogant leopard. Alphas were all the same once they were under his scent.
"Sure," Lucien replied with a wicked smirk, turning his head just slightly to catch Edmund's expression.
"You can hand me over to that twinster if you want. I can see the way they look at me. They want me, don't they?"
Edmund's pupils constricted sharply, his handsome face momentarily faltering.
A flash of something—jealousy? Possessiveness?—flickered in his eyes before he masked it behind that annoyingly composed façade.
His brows furrowed in barely contained frustration. He didn't bother replying. Instead, he acted.
"AAAHHHNN!!!"
Lucien's scream echoed in the bathroom as Edmund slammed into him in one sharp, merciless thrust.
The omega's hands slipped against the wet wall, his body nearly collapsing, but the alpha's strong arms wrapped around him, holding him up as he pushed deeper.
"You're so tight," Edmund hissed through gritted teeth, his voice strained with both restraint and hunger.
He grabbed Lucien by the thighs, lifting him effortlessly until the omega was hanging in his arms, supported only by Edmund's strength and the thick length buried inside him.
Without breaking rhythm, the leopard began to move: fast, forceful, relentless. Didn't even wait for him to get used to it.
His hips snapped upward, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, bouncing Lucien on his length as if he weighed nothing.
"Ahhh! Hahh… Edmund!"
Lucien moaned, his voice breaking between pleasure and breathlessness.
His insides molded tightly around Edmund's cock, it wasn't as girthy as Mikhail's, but it was longer, reaching deeper, hitting his favorite spot that made his inside convulsed widely.
He could hear Edmund groan against his ear, his breath ragged, his gorgeous face —as if being craved by God's hand— twisted between fury and raw pleasure.
That sight alone sent butterflies fluttering wildly in Lucien's stomach, his face was indeed his type.
"Hnngg, Edmund~" he whimpered, his tone turning sticky and clingy.
He twisted his upper body slightly, hands reaching up to grab Edmund's sharp jaw, pulling him down for a kiss.
Their lips crashed together with a deep, messy, and desperate.
His mouth tasted of whisky, strong and smoky, exactly like the scent that clung to his skin. There was a bitter, burnt edge, softened by a faint hint of Earl Grey tea.
It was such a strange combination of pheromone, yet comforting… just like the man who was fucking him.
Their tongues tangled hungrily, neither willing to yield, as Edmund's thrusts slowed.
Each movement drove into Lucien with precision, bouncing his body in steady, measured strokes that made him lose his mind.
Every slow thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside, again and again, until sparks exploded behind his eyes.
Lucien broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his head falling back against Edmund's shoulder. His lips were wet and swollen, his breath shaky and uneven.
"So–so good! Hnnn… Nghhh…"
He barely recognized the sounds spilling from his own mouth. His voice had turned into breathy, broken whimpers, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The cold water pouring from the shower above drenched them both, making everything slicker.
Their skin slid against each other easily, and Edmund's cock—coated with Lucien's slick and his own precum—glided in and out like a well-oiled piston.
Every movement sent a wet, lewd sound echoing through the bathroom.
Edmund let out a low chuckle near Lucien's ear, his breath hot against the omega's flushed skin.
"So…" he whispered, voice dripping with smugness. "Which one's better? Am I still your number two?"
Lucien's mind blanked for a second. He didn't know how to answer. Both had been good—Diablo and Edmund—but watching Edmund like this was something else entirely.
The way his brows furrowed in frustration, how his usually composed mouth twisted into something dark and sexy, how jealousy bled through his sharp edges… It was intoxicating.
He loved seeing him like this. Angry and possessive, losing control because of him.
"Number two isn't so bad~ at least you're trying."
His words made the leopard freeze for a second. A low snarl rumbled from his throat.
Without warning, he lowered Lucien's body and bent him forward harshly, his cock still buried deep inside.
The omega only licked his lips, his hands pressing against the cold bathroom wall like an obedient little plaything.
Edmund thrust in even deeper, pushing the last inch of his length into HIM as the omega cried out, his face twisting in overwhelming pleasure.
"Fu–fuck! Edmund!"
Lucien's eyes widened as he instinctively tried to get away from him, but Edmund's larger frame easily caged him in. The alpha's body loomed over him, trapping him completely.
"What? I'm trying my best," the leopard groaned against his ear, his tone dripping with dangerous amusement.
Then he started to move. His hips pistoned into Lucien with brutal rhythm, lifting the omega slightly with each thrust.
Lucien's feet barely touched the slick tiles, resting precariously on Edmund's polished black shoes as he simply took everything the alpha gave him.
"Ahhh… hhhh, you're insane…" Lucien whimpered between moans, his voice shaking.
His legs trembled like those of a newborn deer, but the pain melted into overwhelming pleasure.
His moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as Edmund hit that spot again and again.
His insides clenched and convulsed around the thick length, milking him, making the alpha groan deeply in satisfaction.
"Hahh… you masochistic slut," Edmund growled, voice rough and hot against Lucien's ear. "You love it, don't you?"
Lucien couldn't even form words anymore. His body jolted and stiffened, pleasure detonating through him like fireworks.
He reached down with a shaky hand, stroking his cock rapidly, desperately chasing the high that Edmund was driving him toward.
"C–comingghhh!!!" he screamed, his voice breaking as thick white ropes splattered messily against the bathroom wall.
At the same time, Edmund's cock swelled inside him, throbbing as he poured hot, thick cum deep into Lucien's womb.
The sudden heat spread through his stomach, a delicious warmth that made him shudder all over.
His vision blurred, the world tilting as his strength gave out. Everything went dark, but there was a satisfied smile carved on his lips.
God, he loved having sex.