The Omega Who Wasn't Supposed to Exist-Chapter 68: Tasting Heaven

[Rynthall Estate—Inside the Chamber]

"Haa... huh... ungh...!!!"

Lucien’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clung to Silas—his fingers curling into the firm muscle of his thigh, searching for something solid in the storm of sensation. His skin was flushed and dewy, his entire body trembling, every nerve alive and tingling. The cool air brushed over his bare skin, but it did nothing to quench the inferno inside.

Silas held him close from behind, one large hand cradling Lucien’s growing belly with careful reverence, the other buried between his spread thighs—two thick fingers working inside him with deliberate, intoxicating rhythm.

Lucien gasped again, hips twitching, his head falling back against Silas’s shoulder.

"Ah—hngh...!"

Silas’s other hand rolled a sensitive nipple between his fingers, teasing it until it was a deeper pink, until Lucien shuddered from overstimulation.

"You’re burning up," Silas whispered, lips brushing his ear. His voice was low, velvet laced with gravel. "So tight... so warm... like heaven molded to fit me."

Lucien whimpered, lashes fluttering shut. His instincts screamed vulnerability, but they bowed to trust—to the man who held him. He was carrying life. Their life. He should’ve felt exposed, afraid.

But with Silas...

Never.

"You’re carrying our child," Silas murmured reverently, fingers never slowing. "And still, you came to me. In this state... trembling, needy. Brave. Beautiful. Mine."

Lucein turned his head slowly, his cheek brushing against Silas’s. His lashes were damp, and his eyes were glazed and wet with emotion, but there was no fear in them—only trust.

"Because I trust you," he breathed, and even in his trembling voice, it was clear—unshakable.

Silas’s jaw clenched, a low exhale escaping through his nose. He was restraining himself—his Alpha instincts roaring, his rut pounding in his blood—but for Lucein, he would hold back. Always.

"Then do something for me..." he whispered. "Spread your legs wider, my love."

Lucein gasped softly, a fresh wave of crimson blooming over his cheeks. His lashes fluttered shut for a moment, the shame and heat mingling inside him, then—with a shaky, deliberate breath—he obeyed.

Slowly, hesitantly, his trembling thighs parted wider atop Silas’s lap, revealing everything. Vulnerable. Offered. Owned.

Silas’s hands froze.His fingers trembled.

"Beautiful..." he rasped. The word left his throat like a prayer. "So beautiful... and mine."

He bent forward, lips brushing over Lucien’s shoulder with gentle reverence. He trailed kisses along the pale curve of his neck—slow, worshipful, as if branding his devotion into skin.

The fingers inside Lucein curled slightly, pressing deeper, searching for that spot. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

And when they found it—

"Ahhh—Silas!"

Lucein cried out, his whole body seizing for a moment, his insides fluttering around Silas’s fingers. His hand flew to his mouth, biting back another moan but silas caught his hand as it flew to cover his mouth.

"No," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Let me hear you. Let the whole world know who you belong to."

Lucien’s eyes widened, breath caught, but he didn’t argue. He couldn’t—not when his Alpha’s voice wrapped around him like velvet chains.

Silas withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving Lucien empty, aching.

Then, gently, he laid Lucien onto the bed—adjusting pillows beneath his back and beside his bump. Silas moved like a man touching sacred ground.

"Lay like this," he murmured. "It’ll be safer—for both of you." His palm skimmed over Lucien’s belly with reverence. "For our child."

Lucien nodded weakly, his breath still unsteady. When Silas lifted one of his legs, he caught the edge of a smile forming on Lucien’s lips.

And then—

Chomp.

"Aghhh—!"

Lucien yelped, glaring. "You idiot! Are you a vampire?!"

He kicked Silas weakly, cheeks flaming. Silas chuckled, catching the flailing leg and kissing the bite.

"Couldn’t help it," he murmured. "You looked too delicious."

"You’re insane," Lucien muttered, half-embarrassed, half-flustered.

"And yet, here you are," Silas said, voice dropping to a purr. "Begging for your monster."

Lucien didn’t reply.

He didn’t have to.

Lucein swallowed hard, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shining with heat. "Then come here," he whispered.

Silas didn’t need to be told twice. He moved—no, slid—beside him like a predator coming to feast. His hand cradled the back of Lucein’s neck, fingers threading into soft hair as he bent down, capturing Lucein’s lips in a kiss that burned—hot, deep, and utterly consuming.

There was no hesitation. No space for air. Just them.

Silas’s mouth claimed him—desperate, insistent, his lips moving hungrily over Lucien’s. His tongue swept inside with a low growl, exploring, tasting, and devouring. Lucein gasped into the kiss, his hands flying to Silas’s chest, grabbing onto him for support as the Alpha ravaged his mouth like a man starved.

"Mmh—ah..."

Lucein moaned softly, his fingers curling into Silas’s skin. His hips arched, as if his body couldn’t bear not being closer, and Silas growled again—deep and feral—pressing harder, deeper.

Their tongues tangled, the kiss was wet and messy, filled with the sound of need. Lucein whimpered when Silas bit gently on his lower lip, pulling it before soothing the sting with another deep, possessive kiss.

"Silas... I can’t—breathe..." Lucein panted between kisses, only for Silas to kiss him again, deeper, needier.

"You don’t need air," Silas muttered against his mouth. "Just me."

He kissed down Lucein’s throat, slow and dragging, his tongue following every curve, every tremble. Silas’s breath came out in hot pants, his restraint threadbare now, each kiss pressing harder, deeper into skin.

"You’re mine, Lucein," he whispered between kisses. "Every inch of you... claimed."

"Y-Yes..." Lucein moaned, voice broken, eyes fluttering shut. "Yours... always..."

Silas returned to his mouth, sealing the promise with another brutal kiss—hot, possessive, his entire body trembling with the force of his rut. The mattress dipped beneath their shifting weight, and Lucein clung to him, drowning in the overwhelming intensity of it all.

He could feel his Alpha’s need—thrumming, dangerous, moments away from snapping loose. Silas trembled above him, jaw clenched, every muscle taut with restraint. The kiss had stolen his breath, but what followed now... would steal his soul.

But Lucein didn’t fear it.He wanted it.He wanted him.

"Just..." Lucein whispered, breathless. Then, more firmly—more needfully—"Just... put it in."

Silas froze, his red eyes darkening with something feral. His gaze swept over Lucein’s flushed, trembling form—his parted thighs, the slick trail left behind by Silas’s fingers, and the way Lucein’s chest rose and fell in anticipation.

Then came the smirk—slow, devastating, dripping with possessive delight.

"As you wish, my love..."

Silas moved between Lucien’s legs, his large hands pressing his thighs apart, spreading him wide. Lucein shivered beneath his touch, already trembling from the overwhelming heat and the raw intimacy of it all.

Silas’s gaze dropped lower. His voice was a husky purr.

"It’s loosened up..." he murmured, thumb gently grazing over the stretched rim.

Lucein flushed scarlet. He caught a glimpse of Silas’s length—thick, flushed, too much—and quickly looked away, hiding his face behind the back of his hand.

"Monster..." he muttered under his breath. "He’s a monster in human skin..."

Silas chuckled low in his throat and leaned forward, kissing Lucein’s temple with infuriating tenderness. "And yet," he whispered, lips brushing his skin, "this monster is the one you begged to be inside you."

Lucein didn’t respond—he couldn’t. Not when Silas aligned himself, tip brushing against his entrance, slick with both need and preparation.

"I’m going in... my love," Silas murmured, voice roughened with want.

And then—

"AHHH—hah...!"

Lucein’s mouth fell open, a cry torn from his throat as the thick head of Silas’s cock pressed inside, forcing his body to stretch, to yield, to take.

Silas growled above him, hips pausing with only halfway inside. "Shit... you’re still tight... so tight..." he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping Lucein’s thighs as though anchoring himself.

Lucein’s fingers fisted the sheets beneath him, eyes clenched shut, back arched in raw sensation.

"I am relaxed," he panted out, voice trembling, body writhing. "It’s not me—it’s your cock, you overgrown beast—!"

A low laugh rumbled in Silas’s chest, wild and heated.

"You say that like I didn’t warn you," he whispered, leaning down, brushing Lucein’s lips with his own. "But you still wanted it... every inch of it."

Then, with a slow, relentless push, Silas sank deeper—inch by thick inch—until Lucien’s body trembled beneath the overwhelming stretch.

Lucein cried out again, his hips jerking, his breath breaking apart into gasps.

"Nngh—ahh! S-Silas...!"

Silas pressed their foreheads together, his voice a hoarse whisper of restraint and worship. "I’ve got you... Just breathe. Let me in, my love."

He paused at the deepest point, fully seated, chest pressed to Lucein’s, heart pounding against his. Their bodies were locked together—joined in a way that left no space between soul and skin. Silas’s breath was ragged, his control hanging by a thread, yet he held still—just for this moment.

"You..." Silas breathed against his neck, voice gravel and reverence, "taste like heaven, my love... so sweet... too sweet."

Lucein blinked up at him, eyes wet, lashes damp, cheeks flushed red with a mix of arousal, tenderness, and disbelief. His lips parted, and in a broken whisper, he muttered—

"I just hope I survive the night..."

Silas grinned—a dark, loving, hungry grin.

"Oh, you will," he purred. "But walking tomorrow? That’s another story."