The Omega Knight's Secret Baby Daddy is A PRINCE?!-Chapter 109: The Only Alpha.
Kaelis watched, mesmerized, as Ezra slid himself down his cock.
The knight’s movements were fluid, practiced, his body accepting Kaelis’s length with a smooth, rolling descent that stole the breath from the prince’s lungs.
Ezra wrapped his arms around Kaelis’s neck, his face hovering close, his fevered breath ghosting over Kaelis’s lips.
For a moment, Kaelis could only stare. The dappled moonlight caught the sweat on Ezra’s brow, the desperate, hungry look in his eyes.
The proud, stubborn knight was gone, replaced by this breathtaking creature of need and heat.
’I want him. I never knew I could want someone this much, but...’
The thought was pure, unadulterated hunger. Kaelis wanted more of this side of Ezra, wanted to consume it, to own it.
"I-I’m going to begin..."
Ezra began to move. He rode him. Not with the clumsy, eager inexperience Kaelis might have expected, but with a deliberate, sinuous rhythm.
His hips rolled, lifting almost all the way up before sinking back down with a deep, grinding pressure that made Kaelis’s toes curl and throw his head back.
He knew how to angle himself, how to clench his inner muscles on the downstroke in a way that wrenched a guttural groan from Kaelis’s throat.
"Fuck, Ezra," Kaelis gasped, his hands flying to Ezra’s hips, gripping the sharp bones there. "You ride so... fucking... good."
It was exactly how Kaelis wanted it.
He lost himself in it.
The slick, tight heat, the perfect friction, the sight of Ezra’s head thrown back, his throat working as he moaned. It was better than anything, anything, he’d ever felt.
A wave of pure, selfish pleasure washed over him.
Then, like a crack of thunder on a clear day, the other thought struck.
’He’s a little too experienced.’
The rhythm was too sure.
The way he took every inch, the way he worked his body... this wasn’t the fumbling of a first-time omega in heat.
This was the knowledge of someone who had done this before. Someone who had been ridden, or had ridden, with this same devastating competence.
A cold, sharp claw of jealousy scraped down Kaelis’s spine. It was irrational, burning, and it transformed in an instant into something darker, more primal.
Possession.
The pleasure didn’t vanish; it twisted, becoming edged with a fierce, driving need to claim, to overwrite any other memory in Ezra’s body.
"Who?" The word ripped from him, harsh and low.
Ezra’s rhythm faltered, his glazed eyes focusing slightly. "W-What?"
"Who taught you to ride a cock like this?" Kaelis demanded, his grip tightening. "Who did this with you first? Who did you call Alpha before me?"
He asked this earlier, but he didn’t care until now.
Not now, where the thought that someone else out there saw Ezra in this form.
Oh, that pissed him off even though he knew he had no rights.
Ezra shook his head, a faint, panicked denial in his eyes. He tried to resume moving, to lose himself again in the sensation, but the spell was broken for Kaelis.
"No," Kaelis growled. The possessive fury was a living thing in his chest. He didn’t want this gentle, controlled ride anymore.
He wanted to take.
In one powerful motion, he rolled them over, pinning Ezra beneath him on the rumpled cape. Ezra gasped, surprise flashing across his features.
Kaelis didn’t give him time to adjust. He hooked his hands under Ezra’s knees, pushing them back towards his chest, spreading him wide. He lined up and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.
"Ah! Kaelis!" Ezra cried out, his back arching off the ground.
"Tell me," Kaelis snarled, setting a ruthless, pounding pace. Each drive of his hips was a punishment and a promise, slamming the air from Ezra’s lungs.
The wet, slapping sounds were obscenely loud. "Who was he?"
"I—I can’t—" Ezra sobbed, but it was mixed with a ragged moan of pleasure. His body was betraying him, welcoming the rough treatment, his heat-flushed skin glowing. "It feels... so good... don’t stop!"
"Was it Helios?" Kaelis bit out, his brother’s name tasting like ash. He leaned down, his mouth finding the junction of Ezra’s neck and shoulder.
He didn’t kiss. He bit. A sharp, claiming pressure that made Ezra jolt and cry out again. "Did he have you first? Did he get to hear you beg?"
Helios and Ezra were close, attached to the hip, even. Anyone who saw how Ezra looked at Helios would assume something had happened between them at least once.
"No! It’s not—ah!—not like that!" Ezra writhed, but his arms came up to clutch at Kaelis’s back, his nails digging in. "More, please, Alpha, more!"
The title, gasped in the midst of this rough taking, was the final key. It unlocked a feral need in Kaelis.
He wanted to mark this man, inside and out. To brand him.
It was the first time he had ever felt this way.
With a grunt of effort, he pulled out, ignoring Ezra’s keen protest.
In one fluid motion, he gathered Ezra into his arms, one arm under his knees, the other supporting his back, and stood. Ezra, pliant and dizzy with need, clung to him.
Kaelis carried him the few steps to the nearest broad oak tree. He pressed Ezra’s back against the rough bark, the cool moss a contrast to their feverish skin.
He lifted Ezra’s legs, wrapping them around his waist, and with a single, powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt once more, pinning Ezra against the unyielding wood.
"Yes!" Ezra screamed, the sound echoing in the small clearing.
Kaelis fucked him like that, hard and fast, using the tree for leverage. He leaned in, his mouth returning to Ezra’s shoulder, biting and sucking, determined to leave a bruise that would last for days.
A mark anyone could see.
"Whoever that bastard was," Kaelis panted against his skin, each word punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips, "he won’t be able to touch you now. Not after this. Look at me."
Ezra’s tear-filled eyes met his, hazy but focused.
"Starting now," Kaelis vowed, his voice low and deadly serious, "I’ll be the only one who fucks you like this. The only one who makes you scream. The only one you call Alpha. Do you understand me? Promise me."
He stilled his movements, the threat of withdrawal palpable. The fullness was all Ezra had, and the heat demanded it not stop.
"Promise!" Kaelis commanded.
Ezra whimpered, his body trembling with the need for friction. "I... I promise," he choked out. "Only you, Kaelis. Please, just... move."
Satisfaction, dark and sweet, flooded Kaelis. He began moving again, a slightly slower, deeper rhythm, claiming the promise with every stroke.
"Alpha," Ezra moaned, the word a broken prayer. "Knot me... please, I need it..."
The request sent a fresh jolt of desire through Kaelis, mixed with a pang of biological frustration. He shook his head, nuzzling into Ezra’s neck.
"I can’t, my desperate omega. Not unless I’m in rut." He drove in deep, grinding against that sweet spot that made Ezra see stars.
"But I’ll give you everything else. I’ll come inside you, Ezra. I’ll fill you up until you can’t take any more. Until you’re dripping with me. Will that be enough?"
"Y-Yes."
