Keld gazed down at Grayson through half-lidded eyes. “You’re sure you want to try this?”
A light dusting of pink traced the Omega’s cheekbones, but his pale gaze was steady. It had been months since their first encounter at Siren, and while Grayson may never become a full-blown submissive, Keld had been thoroughly enjoying the experimentation process. Possibly too thoroughly.
“Yes.”
“Alright, then.” Without warning, Keld seized Grayson’s bare shoulder and shoved him. With a yelp, he fell, hitting the bed facedown.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” Keld snarled.
A faint, muffled moan was the only response as Keld grabbed the back of Grayson’s neck, pinning his upper body down. Keld’s free hand reached around, fumbling with the button of Grayson’s jeans. He tore the garment down and pressed himself against the Omega’s ass. His claws sank into Grayson’s hip boneand he leaned over to lay a trail of hard, hungry kisses up his spine.
Grayson moaned again, louder this time. Keld’s fingers dug deeper into his flesh.
“What did I fucking say,aiu? I told you not to make any noise.” Keld sank his teeth into Grayson’s shoulder, careful not to break the skin. “Disobedient, but not enough to fight back, hm?”
At once, Grayson’s arms came underneath him and he tried to push himself up. Keld let out a low chuckle. The Omega’s body twisted, throwing Keld off balance. He scrambled backward until his spine hit the headboard. His eyes were wide with fear, but the spark of lust was stronger.
With a growl, Keld crawled up the bed, gripping Grayson’s legs as he pulled himself up the Omega’s body. Grayson tried to thrash free, but Keld only sank his claws in deeper.
He tutted, reaching out to capture both wrists in one hand. He crushed them over Grayson’s head. The Omega’s breaths came in terrified pants, the warm air cascading across Keld’s face. He leaned in, as if to kiss Grayson, then turned his head down and grazed his freckled collarbone with his teeth.
Grayson’s cock throbbed between their bodies, encouraging Keld to keep going.
“Off the bed. Now.” Keld stood, dragging Grayson with him. Grayson stumbled to his feet.
“On your knees.”
Grayson didn’t obey right away. He lifted his chin in defiance—a challenge.
Keld smirked and seized a fistful of Grayson’s hair. “Know your place, Omega. On your knees.”
He forced Grayson down, though not enough to smash his knees into the floor.
“Open your mouth.” Keld relaxed the muscles that held his own cock in check.
Grayson’s lips parted. This time, he didn’t fight back. He drew Keld’s tip into the wet heat of his mouth. Keld grunted and tightened his hold on the blond hair. He held Grayson’s head in place as he moved, taking his pleasure from the subdued Omega.
Crystalline tears caught on Grayson’s light eyelashes when Keld hit the back of his throat.
“Relax,” Keld commanded. “Open your throat.”
Grayson breathed hard through his nose and his eyes drifted shut. Rivulets ran down his cheeks and fell to his bare chest.
Beautiful.
The tension building low inside Keld was reaching a point of danger. He withdrew and grabbed Grayson’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled the Omega back up to his feet and kissed him, hard. Tongues melded together and Grayson’s hands drifted up Keld’s chest.
Grayson’s arousal ground against his own, sending flames licking through Keld’s veins. He wrenched Grayson’s shoulders around and slammed a hand to the center of his upper back. Air huffed from the Omega’s lungs and his palms struck the mattress.
Keld nudged his legs further apart, pressing himself against Grayson’s slick-soaked hole. Grayson sucked in a sharp breath and his hand drifted between his legs. Keld snagged the offending wrist and pinned it behind Grayson’s back.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he hissed into Grayson’s ear. In one, swift move, Keld pushed his way inside the Omega.
The quiet cry that escaped Grayson’s lips was cut short by Keld’s fingers around his throat. Keld pulled him upright, so that his back was against his chest. Grayson stood on tiptoe, chest heaving.
Keld wrapped an arm around Grayson’s ribcage, taking most of the weight off the ground, and began moving against him. Grayson’s fingers curled around Keld’s hand, blunt nails digging crescents into the thin scales. Keld kept his other hand just beneath Grayson’s sharp jaw, fingers pressing into the arteries.
Keld stayed slow and deep, rolling his hips against Grayson’s body and listening to the choked moans and gasps the Omega was unable to suppress.
