"Watch me take what’s mine."

Cilian didn’t wait for Ren to respond. There was just no time to wait anymore. He had grown impatient, and so had his throbbing, veiny cock.

He reached down, guiding his cock to the entrance Ren had just been trying to protect.

"I’m going to devour you now, Ren," he said, brushing the tip of his cock over the entrance, teasing the hole that was already gaping and anticipating his intrusion. "You’re not going to cry like last time, right? This is your last chance, haha."

Ren looked at him, looking at Cilian’s thick cock, actually. He bit his bottom lip, remembering how he begged Cilian not to put it in the last time he tried to fuck him. He had thrown out his dignity because he was so scared and not ready.

What had changed from the last time?

This time, even though he knew in his heart that he hated Cilian, he was readily waiting for the intrusion. His body was waiting for it, inviting him, begging him to put it in while he shamelessly bit his lip.

"Ah, since you aren’t crying or telling me to stop," Cilian said as he slowly pressed the tip in. "I guess I can take it," he purred.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, the friction sending a wave of white-hot intensity through Ren that made his vision blur.

"Ahh— Ah— Haaah—!" Ren let out a strangled cry, his back arching off the bed as he felt himself being filled.

It was too much. It was bigger than he remembered. Was it always this big? Was he this full back then, too?

"Hmph—!" he didn’t know. He couldn’t think.

He was being consumed by the very man he was supposed to kill, and as Cilian began to move, not thrusting but a slow agonizing grind that hit every sensitive nerve, Ren realized with a terrifying clarity that he didn’t want him to stop. Cilian’s cock felt just right inside his hole.

Cilian didn’t stop at the entrance. He watched Ren’s face, savoring the way the Omega’s pupils blew wide with a mixture of shock and involuntary greed. He pushed further, the bed creaking under the heavy pressure as he buried himself deep, bottoming out against Ren’s cervix with a blunt force that made Ren’s toes curl in the air.

"Haa... you’re so tight, Ren," Cilian groaned, his voice dropping into a dark, guttural tone. "Even after all this time, you still fit me like you were made for this."

Ren couldn’t even find the breath to snap back. His hands, which had been pushing feebly at Cilian’s chest, now slid up to the Alpha’s neck, holding him like an anchor, his fingers digging into the skin.

He was filled to the point of bursting, a sensation so thick and intrusive that it felt like Cilian was marking his very soul from the inside out.

Then, he started moving.

Every time Cilian pulled back slightly only to hammer back in, the friction ignited a fire that made Ren’s hips jerk upward, seeking more so agonizingly and devastatingly. He had become a slut for Cilian’s cock in a matter of seconds.

"Ahh— Cilian—! Wait, it’s—hngh— There! Right there, Cilian!" Ren’s voice was a fractured mess of gasps.

Tears streaked down his face, but he wasn’t crying for it to stop; he was crying because the pleasure was too sharp, too honest. Whatever had been scolding him until now had completely gone silent as his ego shattered, leaving only the raw, biological truth of an Omega being claimed by his Alpha.

Cilian leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against Ren’s. He ignored the stinging protest of his own shoulder, his focus entirely on the way Ren was beginning to milk him. The inside of Ren’s hole was clenching around his cock in a desperate welcome, refusing to let him leave anytime soon.

Cute. Cilian thought as he watched Ren closing his eyes and biting his lips, but despite that, tears streaked down and saliva rolled out. That was how much he was feeling it.

"Don’t close your eyes," Cilian said, his breath hot against Ren’s lips. "Look at me. I want you to see exactly who is doing this to you."

Ren forced his eyes open, his vision swimming with tears of ecstasy. He saw Cilian—the blonde hair messy and damp, the gold-brown eyes burning with a psychotic, possessive light, and his cheeks red with delight. This was the man who had jump-started his life and then burned it to the ground. Now, he was doing it again.

He was trying to own his heart all over again, even after all he did.

How could he? How...?

"You... you’re a monster," Ren sobbed, his legs wrapping around Cilian’s waist to pull him even deeper, his body betraying his every word.

"Then be a monster’s bride," Cilian whispered, before crashing his lips back onto Ren’s to drown out the rest of his protests.

The thrusts became faster, more desperate, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing against the bamboo walls, and the continuous broken moans flying from Ren’s mouth echoed so loudly until the entire world was reduced to the scent of frost and the agonizingly perfect stretch of Cilian inside him.

Cilian was relentless. Every time his hips collided with Ren’s, the bamboo frame beneath them gave a sharp, protesting creak that seemed to keep time with the raw, guttural sounds he was making.

Ren was completely undone. His legs were locked tight around Cilian’s waist, pulling the Alpha in so deep it felt like they were trying to merge into a single, sweating entity. He couldn’t stop the broken moans from spilling out—loud, shameful, and entirely honest.

Every thrust hit that sweet, sensitive spot, sending jolts of lightning through his nerves up to his fingers, which were buried deep in Cilian’s damp blonde hair, and curled into tight, desperate fists.

"Cilian—! Haa... I—I can’t—" Ren’s head thrashed against the thin mattress, his eyes rolling back.

He was drowning. Drowning in the scent of frost that had turned heavy and thick, and in the overwhelming cock of the man inside him.