CHAPTER 50: _SAY MY NAME

(Warning: Slightly mature Content Ahead)

Elian’s POV

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"When I’m done with you... You’ll never try that again."

[Oooop. You’ve really done it this time, fruitcake.]

Elian felt the blood drain from his face, his smug smirk disappearing as Lucian growled close to his face, pinning him against the pillar.

Everything had been going according to plan.

He just wanted to push Lucian’s buttons enough to make him want to do something to him. He might be weak but he wasn’t dumb.

He understood the Alpha Prince’s need for dominance. And playing around with him in front of his guards, taunting his leadership... It was the perfect trigger.

But then the guards left, Lucian grabbed his wrist and well... Elian got carried away.

’I... I didn’t mean to kick him in the groin.’ he grumbled mentally, struggling to breathe with Lucian’s hot body so close to him.

[Don’t tell that to me. Tell that to the big bad wolf.]

Elian swallowed, managing to plaster a smile on his face. "L–Luci. I didn’t... I didn’t mean to—"

Before he could complete that sentence, Lucian moved like a blur yet again, this time grabbing his shoulders and turning him around.

The Alpha Prince pinned his chest against the pillar, stealing the breath out of his lungs. Before he could catch up, Lucian’s lips brushed against Elian’s neck, his breath hot on his skin.

"It’s ’Lucian’ to you." He said coldly.

His hands were still on Elian’s shoulders, his fingers rubbing them involuntarily in a sensual way that made his skin tingle.

Or... Was it intentional?

[Alright, his seduction meter isn’t increasing yet but it’s pulsing. And also...]

[WARNING: Mate #1 is releasing large amounts of Alpha pheromones. Any more exposure could cause the host to experience a second heat.]

Wait... What?!

Elian panicked when he remembered how the last heat had been earlier today. He shivered, trying to free himself from Lucian’s hold to no avail.

"Okay, okay. You’re... You’re Lucian." Elian rasped but Lucian was clearly not satisfied.

The Alpha Prince growled, sending shivers down Elian’s spine. "Louder. Say that name louder like your life depends on it."

The fuck?

Elian gritted his teeth, struggling to turn around so he could stare at the bastard’s face. He was probably grinning to himself like this was some life achievement.

But screw his royal ass!

[Pretty sure he’s one of those pure tops.]

’Shut up.’ Elian snapped at the system before snarling at Lucian. "What do you think this is? Foreplay?"

That proved to be a mistake as the scent of Lucian’s pheromones finally became strong enough for him to smell.

It was strong and musky, like sweat mixed with... Incense? Gosh, whatever it was, it made his mind rush with desire, cold sweat dripping down his back.

Elian’s dick had a reaction as well, slowly bulging until his erection became painful against the pillar he was pressed against.

Goddess...

"Whatever you think it is wouldn’t stop you from saying my name." Lucian’s voice scratched the back of his head, aggravating and seductive in the worst way possible. "Say it."

Before Elian could think of a rebuttal, Lucian suddenly slid his right hand from his shoulder and then to his chest. His fingers found their way down his sternum, making Elian gasp.

He arched his back, breathing heavily and closing his eyes as the Alpha Prince’s hand trailed his chest and then got to his stomach, pressing against it.

[Would it kill you to just say his name?]

Elian shivered, drawing in a hoarse breath but it came with yet another gasp. He subconsciously arched even harder until his ass pressed against Lucian’s rock-hard erection.

"You make me... Wild." Lucian muttered, sounding like he hated himself for saying that. "Confused. But right now I want to do one thing and only one thing to you."

Elian swallowed hard, chuckling nervously. But it came out forced. "W–What? We... We still have to train and I—"

"Oh, Elian." Lucian’s lips brushed against his neck just then in a way that felt like a kiss, causing his knees to buckle. "You and I know damn well you didn’t come here for just training. Don’t be coy, now."

His voice was so deep and husky, like he was struggling to contain himself.

And clearly failing too.

Elian’s pulse thundered in his ears. His body screamed at him to move — either to shove Lucian away or to melt into him completely.

Neither option felt safe.

[There’s option C: Let him do exactly what the mission requires.]

’You’re a terrible influence,’ Elian hissed mentally.

[And yet, you keep listening to me, fruitcake.]

Lucian’s hand slid lower, dragging across the faint trail of hair below Elian’s navel before resting at the waistband of his pants. His thumb brushed the skin there casually, but it made Elian moan softly.

"You walk into my space," Lucian murmured, his lips still ghosting along Elian’s neck. "You run your mouth. You test me in front of my soldiers... And now you’re hard as a rock."

Elian bit his lip so hard it hurt. "That’s—"

"Don’t lie." Lucian’s tone sharpened, his grip on Elian’s hip tightening. "Don’t you dare lie to me, omega."

The word "omega" rolled off his tongue like sin, rich and slow, making Elian’s knees wobble again.

[Ohhh, his seduction meter just spiked! We’re at 60%. Keep going.]

Lucian spun him back around without warning, pressing their chests together. His silver eyes were molten now, his breath hot against Elian’s cheek.

"You wanted my attention?" Lucian asked, his voice low and dangerous. "You’ve got it."

Elian’s mind raced. He had to steer this. Guide it. He could practically see the mission reward glittering in his head.

So, he tilted his chin up, smirking despite the frantic beat of his heart. "Then... Show me, Lucian. Show me what you do to an omega who won’t behave."

Something unreadable flickered in Lucian’s eyes before his hands slid down Elian’s sides, slow enough to feel like a threat. He gripped Elian’s thighs suddenly, lifting him as if he weighed nothing, forcing Elian’s legs around his waist.

Elian gasped, his arms instinctively wrapping around Lucian’s neck. "L–Lucian—"

"Say my name again," Lucian demanded, moving toward the nearest bench. "Say it while I have you like this."

The press of their bodies left no doubt how hard Lucian was beneath him. Elian could feel every inch of it, thick, hot, pulsing against the ache between his own legs.

[Ooooh. I can taste the victory here. You’re one push away from getting him to—]

Lucian set him down abruptly on the bench, towering over him with a look that promised either destruction or bliss. Maybe both.

His hands slid to Elian’s knees, pushing them apart just enough for his broad frame to fit between.

"Still think this is a game, omega?"

Elian smirked, leaning back slightly and letting his thighs fall open wider in invitation. "Maybe. But I’m willing to let you convince me..."

Lucian’s eyes darkened, his head lowering until his mouth hovered just over Elian’s waistband.

[Ohhh, fruitcake... you’re about to hit the jackpot.]

And then...

The training hall door creaked.

Lucian froze. His head whipped toward the sound, his body tense and coiled like a wolf about to strike. Elian’s breath caught in his throat.

From the doorway, a familiar voice drawled, amused:

"Well, well... should I come back later, or join in?"