CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: HEAT (3)

Victor didn’t give him a chance to collect himself. The next push of his fingers was firmer, stretching him until Elias’s breath caught sharp in his throat. His hips tried to lift, to seek more, but Victor’s palm flattened against his stomach, holding him down.

"Patience," the alpha murmured, though his own voice was starting to fray at the edges. "I want you open for me."

Elias let out a broken sound, somewhere between a plea and a curse. Every movement Victor made seemed to thread deeper into the bond, winding it tighter until it was hard to tell whether the ache in his body came from the heat or from Victor himself. The couch felt too small, the room too warm, the air thick with the alpha’s scent until it was all he could breathe.

Victor’s fingers left him only long enough to shove his pants and briefs down to his knees, baring him completely. Then the shift of weight, the rustle of clothing, and Elias felt the blunt heat of him press against his entrance.

His breath hitched, muscles clenching instinctively. "Victor..."

Victor didn’t move forward right away. He pressed in just enough for Elias to feel the stretch, to feel the promise, and then held there, his hand still firm on Elias’s stomach like he was reminding him who controlled the pace.

"Breathe," Victor said quietly, the single word curling warm over his ear.

Elias tried, gods, he tried, but every inhale just dragged more of that intoxicating scent into him, making his body clench and burn with restless need. The bond throbbed in answer, a slow, heavy pulse that made it almost impossible to tell where his own want ended and Victor’s began.

Then Victor pushed, steady and unrelenting, stretching him until the air in Elias’s lungs left in a low, shuddering gasp. His fingers dug into the couch cushion, hips tilting helplessly to take more even as the ache sharpened into something he couldn’t pull away from.

"That’s it," Victor murmured, his own breath heavier now, his control stretched thin but unbroken. "You take me better than you think you do."

Elias’s head tipped back, the ceiling blurring in his vision as Victor slid deeper, the stretch giving way to heat that sank bone-deep. Every inch seemed to thread fire into the bond, knotting it tighter, until the only thing Elias could think was more.

Victor’s hand left his stomach only to grip his hip, fingers firm enough to hold him in place as he bottomed out with a low, satisfied sound. "There," he said, his voice rough with possession. "Now you’re mine everywhere that matters."

Victor’s control snapped like a taut wire, the low rumble in his chest turning into something darker, hungrier. His hips drove forward with a sharp, claiming thrust that jolted Elias against the couch, forcing a cry from his lips.

There was no space to think now, Victor didn’t give him any. Each movement was faster, harder, the weight of the alpha pressing him down while the bond screamed between them, a live current that set every nerve alight. Elias clung without realizing it, his legs locking around Victor’s hips as if to keep him there, to keep that relentless rhythm pounding into him.

Victor’s hand slid up under his shirt, flattening over his chest and pinning him deeper into the cushions, the sheer force of each thrust rocking through him until he was shaking with it. His mark throbbed against Victor’s mouth as the alpha bit down again.

"That’s it," Victor growled against his skin, the words rough, frayed with need. "That’s mine, every sound, every breath... mine."

Elias could barely breathe, his body moving helplessly to meet each thrust, the couch creaking under them. The air was saturated with Victor’s scent, heavy and consuming, and every drag of it into his lungs pushed him closer to the edge.

Victor’s rhythm turned brutal, all pretense of patience gone, each stroke hitting deep enough to make Elias’s vision blur. The bond burned with it, sealing every thrust into his body until it felt like there would never be a time he wasn’t full of Victor, stretched around him, taken apart piece by piece until nothing else existed.

"Say it," Victor demanded, his voice a low growl in Elias’s ear as he drove into him again, harder, deeper. "Say you’re mine."

Elias’s answer broke on a gasp, the sound swallowed as Victor’s hips slammed forward, his restraint gone, his need raw and absolute.

Victor’s pace didn’t falter, not even when Elias’s nails dug into his shoulders in a desperate, helpless clutch. His body gave first, heat cresting hard and fast, dragging him over the edge with a choked cry that shattered into breathless moans. The bond surged with it, pulling every drop of pleasure through him until his muscles went tight, then loose, trembling in Victor’s hold.

He could feel himself spilling between them, could feel the heat in his belly twist and coil as his slick pulsed around the thick length still driving into him. His voice broke on Victor’s name, the sound little more than a wrecked plea, but it only seemed to spur the alpha on.

"Beautiful," Victor rasped, his teeth grazing over the raw skin of the fresh mark. "Just like that... take all of it."

Elias could barely keep his eyes open, his body limp under the relentless rhythm, every nerve still shivering from the peak. The bond wrapped tighter now, heavy and steady, every thrust driving it deeper into his bones.

Victor’s own restraint unraveled in the next heartbeat, his movements turning erratic, the weight of his body pressing Elias harder into the couch as his breath grew ragged. He pushed in deep one last time, hips grinding forward as a low, guttural sound tore from his throat.

Elias felt the warmth flood him, felt the bond thrum in satisfaction as it anchored itself fully, sealing in the heat of Victor’s release. The alpha stayed there, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against Elias’s as the bond settled like a second skin, firm, unshakable, and utterly theirs now.

Victor’s mouth brushed against the damp skin of his temple, voice rough but steady. "There... now it’s done."

Elias closed his eyes, too spent to move, the air still thick with Victor’s scent and the hum of a connection that would never quite let go.