Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 463: Beyond

In one fluid motion, Dax pushed Chris back against the pillows, following him down. The covers were shoved aside. Dax’s large hands gripped Chris’s hips, then slid and settled on his ass, spreading him open. The cool air of the room hit his slick, exposed hole, and Chris shuddered.

"You smell like heat," Dax murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. He leaned in, his nose brushing against Chris’s inner thigh, then lower, inhaling deeply. The alpha’s pheromones thickened in the air, a dark, possessive spice that made Chris’s mind foggy, his body pliant. "It’s perfect."

"Yes," he managed to say, "it came in the morning."

"Then I’ve been neglecting my duties," he said, his voice muffled against Chris’s flesh. He nipped at the skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make Chris gasp and arch his back. His hands tightened on Chris’s ass, his thumbs digging into the muscle, holding him open. "Let me remedy that."

Chris watched as Dax’s hot tongue licked a slow stripe from his perineum up to the very edge of his hole.

Chris cried out, his hands flying to Dax’s hair, his fingers tangling in the damp, blonde strands.

Dax’s tongue was hot and insistent, circling the puckered rim before delving inside, tasting the slickness of his heat. He ate him out with a hungry, single-minded focus, his tongue fucking in and out, his lips closing around the sensitive flesh to suckle gently.

"Fuck, Dax," Chris hissed.

"What?" Dax asked between sucks, his tone belying the hunger in his gaze. "I thought you liked it."

"Gods, Dax don’t talk while eating..."

Dax chuckled, but his tongue continued to delve as if he were eating his favorite meal. "Hmm... Chris?"

"What?" Chris gasped while tightening his fingers onto the white strands of hair.

"Do you still want the second child?" Dax asked while circling the ring of muscle with one of his fingers.

"Yes."

Dax’s finger paused. "Then I’m going to give you one," he promised, his voice a low growl that made Chris’s entire body clench in anticipation.

Dax pressed his thumb against Chris’s slick hole, testing the resistance, then pushed the first thick digit inside.

Chris gasped, a sharp, bitten-off sound. The stretch was immediate, familiar, and good. His body welcomed it, slick easing the way, muscles clenching around the intrusion instinctively, trying to draw it deeper.

Dax worked his finger slowly in and out, spreading the slick and stretching the ring of muscle. Then he added a second. The burn was sharper, a delicious fullness that made Chris’s toes curl into the sheets. Dax’s fingers scissored inside him, stretching him wider.

"Look at you," Dax murmured, his voice husky with arousal. His purple eyes were fixed on the sight of his fingers disappearing into Chris’s body, the pink ring of muscle stretched around them. "So open for me already."

He withdrew his fingers, and Chris groaned.

Dax shifted his weight, his knees digging into the mattress. His hands gripped Chris’s hips, lifting and angling him. The head of Dax’s cock, now fully erect and dark with need, pressed against Chris’s entrance.

Chris’s black eyes locked with Dax’s. "Now."

Dax pushed forward.

The initial penetration was as slow as Dax rarely rushed when it came to having his mate. Chris’s body resisted for a fraction of a second, the tight ring of muscle fighting the width of Dax’s cock. Then it yielded, slick giving way, and Dax slid inside.

The feeling was overwhelming. Heat. Pressure. A deep, claiming fullness that stole Chris’s breath. He cried out, a ragged sound that was more pleasure than pain.

Dax paused, buried halfway, letting Chris adjust. "Shallow breaths," he commanded, his voice rough. "Let it settle."

Chris obeyed, panting, his body trembling. He felt every ridge, every vein of Dax’s cock inside him.

Then Dax moved.

He withdrew almost completely, then thrust back in, deeper this time. Chris’s world narrowed to the sensation of being filled. Dax set a relentless, pounding rhythm, each thrust driving Chris further into the pillows, each retreat making him ache for the return.

Chris’s hands gripped Dax’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the hard muscle there, leaving red, angry marks. The slap of skin, the wet sounds of their meeting, and the grunts that ripped from Dax’s throat made him shudder.

"Gods, you’re so tight," Dax grinned, his hips hammering forward. "Taking me so deep."

He was. Chris could feel it. Dax’s cock wasn’t just filling his channel; it was seeking something deeper. With one particularly brutal thrust, Dax angled himself, and Chris felt a new, impossible pressure.

The head of Dax’s cock pressed against something internal, a barrier deeper than his rectum.

A white-hot spike of pain-pleasure lanced through his core. He screamed, his body convulsing. Dax didn’t stop. He pushed through.

The sensation was indescribable. A stretching, tearing opening of a gateway that should remain closed. The tight, resistant ring yielded, stretched wide around the invading shaft. It convulsed in a maddening rhythm, pulsing with a pain so sharp it was almost sweet, milking the cock that penetrated it.

"Gods," Dax snarled, his voice ragged and completely wrecked. He remained perfectly still, his body like a taut, trembling bowstring, allowing Chris’s body to adjust. "Chris... look at me."

It took every ounce of willpower Chris possessed to force his eyes open. They were swimming with tears, his vision blurry. Dax’s face was above him, his expression a combination of feral ecstasy and possessive awe. His purple eyes were blown black, his jaw tight, and a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"You feel that?" Dax’s voice was a low growl, a vibration that seemed to resonate directly into Chris’s core. "That’s where I’m going to put our child for the second time."

Dax leaned down and licked it away, his tongue gentle but the rest a brutal possession of his body. Then he began to move.

His strokes were shallow at first, grinding, keeping him locked deep inside. Each movement sent a jolt of electricity through Chris, a sharp, exquisite ache that caused his own cock, trapped between their bodies, to leak constantly. The sounds coming from Chris’s throat were no longer human; they were the whimpers and sobs of a creature completely broken.

"Dax," he sobbed, his hands scrabbling uselessly at Dax’s back. "Please... I can’t..."

"You can," Dax commanded, his voice soft but unyielding. "You will. You’re going to take everything I give you."

Chris could feel it.

The texture changed; beyond the walls of his uterus were soft, ridged, and a hot, wet embrace that clenched and spasmed around the invading head. Every slight movement, every microscopic shift of Dax’s cock inside that sensitive, swollen space sent shocks of near-orgasmic intensity through Chris’s entire body.

Dax’s rhythm changed. It became slower; each thrust was now aimed to sink fully into that deepest place. Chris was sobbing, tears streaming down his face, his nails digging into Dax’s skin.

It was too much.

The knot began to swell.

Chris felt it first as a thickening at the base of Dax’s cock, inside him. A bulb of tissue that grew with each pounding thrust, stretching his entrance wider.

Dax’s breathing was ragged, his movements becoming more frantic, less controlled. He was chasing his climax, and the knot was chasing its full size.

"I’m going to knot you," Dax snarled, his voice guttural. "I’m going to tie you and fill you until you can’t hold any more."

Chris’s body was screaming for it, his overheated biology demanding completion.

With a final, brutal thrust, Dax buried himself to the root. The fully swollen knot forced itself past Chris’s stretched rim and inside.

Chris’s body clamped. His anal muscles spasmed, contracting violently around the thick knot, locking it in place. The sudden, perfect lock was so intense it tipped Chris over the edge.

His orgasm crashed through him, uncontrolled and blinding. His vision whited out. His cervix, already swollen and painfully sensitive, convulsed wildly, milking the cock buried within it. His entire channel tightened in rhythmic pulses, and he screamed Dax’s name into the room.

Dax groaned above him, his own release taking over his body.

Chris felt it. A hot, pouring fluid deep inside his uterus, warmth spreading. The sensation of being filled to the brim, of being bred, was terrifyingly pleasurable.

Dax collapsed forward, his weight pressing Chris into the mattress, his cock still locked securely inside by the knot.