CHAPTER 94: MARKED

[Rynthall Estate—Silas and Lucein’s Chamber—Night]

Lucien was already trembling, his knees digging into the soft carpet, completely bare under the suffocating weight of Silas’s rut pheromones.

Every breath he took was thick with that intoxicating Alpha scent, making his head light and his body pliant.

Silas sat on the edge of the bed, equally naked, his powerful thighs spread wide, his cock heavy and glistening in the warm glow of the room. His eyes—dark and hungry—stayed locked on Lucien, a slow, possessive smirk curving his lips.

The first sound was the wet slick of Lucien’s mouth closing over him, the soft mmmph that slipped past his lips as he sank down. Silas’s breath hitched, his hand immediately tangling in Lucien’s hair, guiding him lower.

"Good... just like that," Silas murmured, his voice deep and rasping, vibrating through Lucien’s bones.

Lucien’s tongue traced along the underside, tasting him fully, the scent and flavor making his own need unbearable. Each time Silas’s hips rolled forward, there was a lewd schhk of saliva and heat, the faint gag when he hit the back of Lucien’s throat sending a shiver through the Alpha.

"Fuck..." Silas groaned low, the sound rumbling from his chest. The noise was raw and primal, and it made Lucien’s own arousal drip onto the carpet beneath him.

The deeper Silas pushed, the wetter and messier it became—soft slurp and gulp sounds filling the room, joined by the sharp intake of Silas’s breath.

"You take me so well... my love," he whispered, his hand pressing lightly at the back of Lucien’s head.

Lucien whimpered around him, the sound vibrating against Silas’s length. His thighs pressed together, desperate for friction, his whole body flushed.

When Silas finally pulled him up with a firm yank, there was an obscene pop as Lucien’s lips slipped free. His mouth glistened, a thin string of saliva connecting them before breaking. His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling quickly.

In one swift movement, Silas dragged him into his lap, Lucien straddling him with his knees on either side of the Alpha’s hips. Silas’s hands roamed over the smooth skin of his Omega’s thighs, the pads of his fingers pressing just enough to make Lucien gasp.

"Did you... like it?" Lucien’s voice was soft, trembling, and still breathless from the act.

Silas’s lips brushed his ear, his voice a low growl. "Whatever you do... is always the best, my love."

Before Lucien could reply, Silas’s mouth trailed down to the slope of his neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses against the flushed skin. Each press was followed by a warm exhale that made Lucien shiver.

"But... my love..." Silas murmured against his pulse, "...do you know how to make yourself feel?"

Lucien blinked, caught off guard. "...Feel...?" he whispered.

Silas smirked, his hand sliding down to catch Lucien’s wrist, bringing it between them. "I’ll show you." His tone was low, almost sinful. "Today... I’m going to make you melt."

Lucien’s breath hitched, his body trembling just from the way Silas’s voice dipped into that primal register.

Reaching over to the nearby wardrobe, Silas retrieved a bottle of lotion. He poured some into his palm, rubbing it between his large hands before coating Lucien’s smaller, trembling fingers with the slick warmth.

"Let’s loosen you up... by yourself, my love."

Lucien’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. "W–What do you..."

Silas didn’t let him finish. He guided Lucien’s hand behind him, the tips of his slick fingers brushing over his own entrance.

"This," Silas murmured, his gaze locked shamelessly on the sight, "is how you prepare yourself for me."

Lucien’s breath turned into shallow pants as Silas spread his thighs wider, the position making him feel exposed in a way that made his body burn.

"Go on," Silas urged, voice dripping with command and adoration all at once.

Hesitantly, Lucien pressed one finger in, the motion slow, making a faint mmmhh slip past his lips. The sound made Silas’s nostrils flare.

"Deeper," Silas coaxed, his own voice rough now, eyes dark with hunger. "Push it in, my love. Feel yourself. Go deeper."

Lucien obeyed, adding a second finger, a soft, wet schlk filling the quiet between them. His head dropped forward, breathy moans escaping with each movement.

"Mnnhh... Sil..." he whimpered.

Silas’s eyes were fixed—completely captivated—on the way Lucien’s slicked fingers disappeared into himself. "That’s it... Loosen up for me... I want you aching."

When Lucien pushed in a third finger, his back arched, and a startled "Ahhh!" tumbled from his mouth.

Silas leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Today, I’ll make you feel your spot..." His hand covered Lucien’s, pressing him deeper until his fingers curled just right.

"Ahh—mmhh—!"Lucien’s body trembled violently, thighs clenching, the slick, obscene sound of his fingers moving inside himself filling the air.

Silas’s pupils dilated, the rut scent spiking. Something primal snapped in him as Lucien’s tear-filled eyes met his, lips parted in lust.

Without warning, Silas guided Lucien’s fourth finger inside.

"Aaahhh! Nnnghh—! Sil... it’s—too—!"

"That’s it," Silas growled, his hand keeping Lucien’s fingers in place as he pressed deeper. "Right there... that’s where you like it."

Lucien’s head dropped onto Silas’s shoulder, his soft, broken "Ahhhhnnhh" melting into the Alpha’s skin, his entire body flushed and trembling as Silas’s voice dipped low.

"And tonight, my love... I won’t stop until you’re dripping around me."

Silas’s gaze burned into Lucien, his scent spiking so thick in the air it was dizzying.He took Lucien’s slick fingers from him and laced them with his own, guiding the trembling Omega back onto the bed.

"On your hands and knees, my love," Silas murmured, voice velvet over steel.

Lucien obeyed slowly, his legs shaky, his body already sensitized. Silas’s hands spread him open from behind, his thumbs brushing over the glistening, stretched rim he’d just watched Lucien prepare.

A low, hungry growl escaped the Alpha’s throat. "Perfect..."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the small of Lucien’s back, then lower, his tongue swiping a slow, obscene path that made Lucien gasp sharply.

"Sil—!" Lucien’s voice broke into a whimper, his hands fisting in the sheets.

The wet schhkk of lotion being pumped into Silas’s palm followed, then the heavy, deliberate weight of his length sliding along Lucien’s entrance, smearing slick heat over the sensitive flesh.

Lucien’s body jolted, a soft, pleading "mmhhh"leaving him.

Silas bent forward, his chest to Lucien’s back, lips brushing his ear. "I’ll be slow... at first."

And then he pushed—just the blunt head breaching, stretching him open with a delicious burn.

"Ahhh—! Nnnnghh—!"Lucien’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his breath catching as the Alpha’s size overwhelmed him.

Silas groaned, deep and guttural, his hands gripping Lucien’s hips as he sank in another inch, the sound of slick, wet schlp filling the room. "Tight... so fucking tight."

Lucien trembled, his thighs quivering as Silas filled him inch by inch until the Omega could feel him seated deep inside.

Silas stayed still for a moment, his breathing harsh, chest pressed against Lucien’s trembling back. "Breathe for me, love..."

Lucien exhaled shakily. "You’re... so big..."

Silas’s lips curved into a smirk against his neck. "And you take me perfectly."

Then he pulled out halfway and pushed back in, the motion making an obscene schhk—slrp sound that had Lucien moaning into the mattress.

He set a slow, grinding rhythm at first, rolling his hips so deep Lucien’s breath turned into a chorus of broken, breathy sounds.

"Right there—ahhh! Sil—!"

"That’s your spot..." Silas murmured darkly, hitting it again and again, each thrust punctuated with the wet slap of skin against skin. His rut pheromones rolled off him in heavy waves now, thick enough to make Lucien’s head spin.

The pace quickened, Silas’s hips snapping forward harder, their bodies meeting with sharp, rhythmic

smack—smack—smack

.

Lucien’s cries grew higher and wetter, his nails dragging across the sheets as his body clenched around Silas helplessly. "I—ahhh—I can’t—!"

"You can... and you will," Silas growled, his hand sliding to wrap around Lucien’s length, stroking in time with each thrust.

The wet sounds of both ends being worked filled the air—slick, messy, lewd—as Silas’s breaths turned ragged in his ear.

"Come for me, my love... and I’ll fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days."

That was all it took—Lucien’s body shuddered violently, his release spilling over Silas’s hand with a strangled cry. Silas groaned low, hips driving in one last, deep thrust before heat flooded Lucien from the inside.

But silas didn’t give Lucien much time to recover. Even as his Omega slumped forward, trembling from the first release, the Alpha’s hands were already roaming—sliding over sweat-slick skin, tracing every shiver.

"You think I’m done with you?" Silas murmured, his voice low and rough in Lucien’s ear. The heat of his breath sent a shiver straight down Lucien’s spine.

"I—ahhh—" Lucien’s reply was cut short when Silas’s hips rolled forward again, his still-hard length dragging through the slick heat inside him.

The wet, obscene schhlk of the movement made Lucien moan helplessly. "Sil... I—"

"Shh," Silas growled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "I told you... I’m going to make you melt. Completely."

The second round was slower, almost cruel in its control—Silas pushing deep, grinding in circles, making Lucien gasp and twitch with every deliberate brush against his most sensitive spot. By the time the third wave of pleasure built, Lucien’s voice had dissolved into breathless whimpers and high, broken moans.

Silas came again with a deep, satisfied groan, but even then, his rut didn’t let him stop.

By the third round, Lucien was on his back, knees hooked over Silas’s arms as the Alpha pounded into him with desperate hunger. The sounds in the room were shameless—skin slapping against skin, wet schlp and smack mingling with Lucien’s choked cries.

"Sil—ahhh! Too—much—!"

"Never too much," Silas panted, his pupils blown wide, sweat dripping from his temple onto Lucien’s flushed skin. "You’re mine."

By the fourth, Lucien was a trembling, tear-streaked mess beneath him, his nails clawing at Silas’s shoulders, his voice nearly gone from moaning. Silas’s control was fraying—each thrust harder, deeper, their bodies moving in messy, desperate rhythm.

And then... he slowed.

Lucien blinked dazedly up at him, breath hitching. "Sil...?"

Silas’s gaze locked on the curve of Lucien’s neck, right where the scent gland throbbed beneath delicate skin. His rut-driven instincts roared to the surface.

"Mine," Silas rasped, the word shaking with intensity. "Forever."

Before Lucien could speak, Silas leaned down and sank his teeth into the tender flesh—hard enough to pierce, to claim.

"Ahhh—! Nnnghh—Sil—!" Lucien’s body arched violently, a searing rush of heat exploding through him as the mark burned into place. His inner walls clenched around Silas in a vice, pulling the Alpha into his own final, deep release.

Silas growled low into the mark, his scent flooding the room in heavy waves. He stayed buried deep inside, lips still pressed to Lucien’s neck as the Omega trembled in his arms.

When he finally pulled back, the mark was fresh and raw, glowing faintly under the dim light—a perfect, permanent brand of belonging.

Silas brushed a thumb over it, his voice soft but unshakably possessive. "Now, you’re completly mine."

Lucein layed on bed, too tired to speak.