Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 367: A year of waiting

Ethan didn’t answer, he just tilted his head, baring the line of his throat in a gesture that was both surrender and challenge. The faint, sweet scent of his omega pheromones deepened, blooming in the small kitchen and tangling with the rich scent of Sirius, a heady mix of rain-soaked cedar and something darker like ozone left after thunder.

Sirius’s eyes darkened, the calm assessment giving way to raw hunger. "The steak," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against Ethan’s lips.

"Will burn," Ethan breathed, tugging at Sirius’s shirt. "Let it."

That was all the permission Sirius needed. In one fluid motion, he hooked an arm under Ethan’s knees and lifted him, carrying him out of the kitchen as if he weighed nothing.

Ethan let out a surprised yelp, his arms wrapping around Sirius’s neck, his face burying in the crook of his shoulder. He could feel the steady, powerful beat of Sirius’s heart against his cheek, a rhythm that matched the frantic thrumming of his own blood.

The short trip to the bedroom was a blur of motion and sensation. Sirius didn’t bother with the light, he kicked the door shut behind them, plunging the room into soft shadow. The only light came from streetlights that shone through the blinds, casting long stripes across the bed and floor. He set Ethan down gently, his hands lingering on Ethan’s waist before sliding up under his shirt.

Ethan shivered as Sirius’s palms traced the warm skin of his back, his fingers mapping the curve of his spine.

The fabric was pushed up, bunched under Ethan’s arms, and Sirius broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside. The cool air raised goosebumps on Ethan’s skin, but the heat in Sirius’s gaze was enough to chase away any chill.

"You’re beautiful," Sirius said, his voice rough with sincerity.

Ethan’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away for a second, suddenly self-conscious. But Sirius’s fingers tilted his chin back, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Don’t hide from me," he said, and then his mouth was on Ethan’s again, slow and deep, like he was trying to taste every part of him.

Ethan’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Sirius’s shirt, his fingers clumsy with urgency.

Sirius didn’t rush him, letting him take his time, his own hands exploring the planes of Ethan’s chest, his thumbs brushing over his nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from him. When the last button was finally undone, Ethan pushed the fabric aside, his hands splaying across the hard muscle of Sirius’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength coiled just beneath the surface.

Sirius’s hands moved to Ethan’s jeans, his thumb hooking into the waistband, teasing. Ethan arched into the touch, his body aching for more, his pheromones thick in the air now.

Sirius obliged, undoing the button and zipper, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of Ethan’s lower belly. The jeans were pushed down, pooling at his ankles, and Ethan kicked them away, his breath catching as Sirius’s fingers traced the line of his hipbone, his touch maddeningly light.

Ethan’s fingers reached for the alpha’s nape, dragging him down and clenching them on the soft, dark hair. "Hurry up, Your Highness." He commanded.

Sirius let out a low growl, a sound that vibrated through his chest and directly into Ethan’s.

The playfulness in Ethan’s tone was a thin veil over the desperation beneath, which Sirius could sense in his frantic heartbeat and overwhelming sweetness of scent. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the shell of Ethan’s ear. "Patience," he rumbled, the word a stark contrast to the urgency in his own blood. "Or I’ll make you wait."

The threat was empty, and they both knew it.

Sirius was just as lost to the mounting tension as Ethan was. He captured Ethan’s mouth in another kiss. His tongue swept in, claiming and exploring, as his hands finally completed their journey. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ethan’s underwear and, with agonizing slowness, dragged them down his legs.

Ethan shuddered, the cool air on his heated skin a shock, but it was nothing compared to the jolt that shot through him when Sirius’s fingers finally brushed against his core.

He was slick and ready, his body preparing itself with an instinctual need that made his face burn with a mixture of shame and want.

Sirius groaned into his mouth, his control finally shattering. He pulled back just enough to shrug off his own unbuttoned shirt, the fabric whispering to the floor, before his hands were back on Ethan, gripping his hips and flipping him over onto his stomach in one swift, decisive move.

Ethan gasped, his cheek pressing into the cool sheets, the sudden shift in position sending a thrill of vulnerability through him.

Sirius was over him in an instant, a hot, heavy weight blanketing his back, his knees nudging Ethan’s legs apart.

The rich, stormy scent of alpha pheromones was overwhelming now, a heady promise that made Ethan’s mind go hazy. He felt Sirius’s lips on the back of his neck, a soft, almost reverent kiss that was followed by the sharp edge of teeth.

"Sirius," Ethan breathed, his hands fisting in the pillow. "Fuck me already."

The alpha hummed, unbothered, but a deep, smug satisfaction radiated from him. He loved seeing Ethan undone like this, desperate, and completely his. "Let me bite you," he rasped, his teeth scratching lightly over the sensitive omega scent gland, sending a jolt straight to Ethan’s core. "Let me have you, Ethan." He whispered, the words a dark promise against his skin. "And you can enjoy ordering me around after it."

The words were a final breaking of the dam that had held Sirius back for a year.

"Then do it," Ethan whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Sirius shifted back, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips, pulling them up slightly. Ethan felt a moment of exposure, before it was washed away by the sensation of Sirius’s tongue.

Sirius licked a slow, hot stripe over Ethan’s entrance, tasting his slick, and a sound Ethan didn’t recognize as his own was torn from his throat.

Then Sirius’s fingers were there, one pressing against his hole, circling the slick rim before pushing inside.

Sirius worked him open with a patience that was both maddening and frustrating. He added a second finger, scissoring it to stretch him open, while his other hand splayed across Ethan’s lower back. He curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside him that made Ethan see stars, his hips bucking back instinctively.

"Please," Ethan begged, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Sirius, please..."

"I’ve got you," Sirius rasped, his voice thick with his own need. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Ethan feeling achingly empty for only a moment before he felt the blunt, thick head of Sirius’s cock press against his entrance.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, allowing Ethan to adjust to the massive stretch. It burned, but it was a satisfying burn, a feeling of being filled.

Sirius paused once he was fully seated, his body a taut, trembling bowstring of control. He leaned over Ethan, his chest pressing against Ethan’s back, his lips next to his ear.

"You have no idea," Sirius breathed, his voice a raw, broken thing. "What you do to me. The thought of leaving someone pregnant... it was always a duty. But with you..." He groaned, his hips rocking slightly, a movement that sent a jolt of pleasure through them both. "With you, Ethan, it’s all I want."

The confession was a brand on Ethan’s soul. He felt a tear escape, tracing a path through the sweat on his temple. He pushed back against Sirius, a silent, desperate plea.

Sirius began to move, his strokes starting slow and deep, a rhythm that claimed Ethan’s body completely. The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and Ethan’s soft cries of pleasure. Sirius’s hand snaked around Ethan’s hip, wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

The pressure inside Ethan built to an unbearable peak. He could feel Sirius’s knot beginning to swell, stretching his rim with every thrust. It was too much and not enough.

"Sirius... I’m close," Ethan gasped.

"Me too," Sirius grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Come with me, Ethan. Let me feel you."

He shifted, his mouth finding the back of Ethan’s neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of his scent gland. "Mine," he growled, and then he bit down.

The pain was sharp, but it was immediately consumed by a wave of possessive pleasure.

Ethan’s orgasm tore through him, violent and all-consuming. He screamed Sirius’s name, his body convulsing as his release spilled over Sirius’s hand and the sheets beneath him. As his inner walls clamped down, Sirius’s knot finally locked them together. Sirius followed him over the edge with a guttural roar, his body shuddering as he poured himself deep inside Ethan.

"Mine," Sirius murmured again, his voice soft, but thick with satisfaction.