Chapter 136: Eager To Taste (18+)

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[Lorenzo Castelli]

Night enveloped the Castelli estate, casting a heavy, silent blanket over everything.

In the bedroom, the darkness reigned, sliced only by the delicate silver stream of moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains.

The earlier tension had finally eased, giving way to a calm that came after the storm, and both of them had nodded off, tangled in a nest of borrowed shirts and a cozy sweater, the mingled scent of heat and satisfaction filling the air like an extra layer of sheets.

Lorenzo stirred awake the moment Alex moved, long before any sounds escaped the omega’s throat.

Even in sleep, he was attuned to every restless shift, every change in the sweet, heavy scent of Alex that filled the room.

Alex awoke already in need. The second wave hit harder than the first, this one was deeper, wetter, and persistently urgent so that by the time his eyes fluttered open, he was slick, warmth pouring from him in continuous streams that soaked the nest and glistened against his thighs.

Low cramps rolled through his belly, relentless waves leaving him trembling and restless against Lorenzo’s side.

Initially, he tried to grind against Lorenzo’s thigh without fully waking him, his hips twitching in small, helpless circles, hoping to find enough friction to ease the ache without vocalizing it. The effort didn’t last.

A soft whimper escaped his lips, needy and broken, followed quickly by a rush of words that ignited something dark and thrilling in Lorenzo’s chest.

"Mmm...Alpha—"

Lorenzo’s eyes shot open. He took in the sight of his stubborn omega, he was flushed from head to toe, trembling, slick dampening the nest beneath him, eyes glassy and lost in the heat.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. This is what he had been waiting for. The first wave had been intense, but this one had stripped away another layer of Alex’s usual resistance, leaving him softer, more open, and beautifully desperate, making Lorenzo’s obsession feel even heavier and warmer in his chest.

"There you are," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from sleep but already carrying a possessive calm. "I was curious when the next wave would hit you, love."

Alex pressed closer, his hips still twitching helplessly, the scent of his need thickening with every quick breath. "It hurting again... please—"

"I know, amore mio. Come here."

Lorenzo pulled himself up against the headboard, the pile of clothes shifting under them, and guided Alex down between his legs, using a firm grip in his hair to bring him closer.

He positioned the omega in the damp nest, with his flushed face level with the heavy length of Lorenzo’s cock.

Alex was completely inexperienced...clumsy, eager, and overwhelmed by the size and familiar scent of him and the realization that this was the first time his mouth had been used like this sent a dark, satisfying heat through Lorenzo.

"Open your mouth for me."

Alex obeyed immediately, his lips parting on a shaky breath, and Lorenzo carefully pushed the tip past them, watching as those eyes fluttered and a startled sound vibrated against his skin.

The stretch was clearly too much at first. Alex tried to take in more than he could handle, gagging almost instantly, spit spilling down his chin while tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes from the pressure and the overwhelming taste.

Lorenzo didn’t pull him off. Instead, he held him there, gently stroking the corner of Alex’s stretched mouth with his thumb, while his other hand stayed securely in the omega’s hair.

"That’s it... just like that. Breathe through your nose. Good." He eased him a little deeper, then let Alex pull back for air, strings of spit still connecting those shiny lips to the head of his cock. "Already a mess. Perfect, take as much as you can. I want to feel that throat flutter."

Alex tried again, tears starting to flow from the stretch and the sheer intensity of having something so thick and hot filling his mouth for the very first time.

Lorenzo guided the rhythm with slow, controlling pressure, never forcing more than his husband could take but never letting him retreat too far.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the dark room and slick dripping steadily down Alex’s thighs onto the nest, spit running freely, the occasional choked gasp when he pushed himself a little too deep in his eagerness, somehow desperate to fill every hole in his body with cock.

"Fuck... the way you look right now," Lorenzo said, his voice deepening with hunger, even as he kept his pace steady. "Flushed and teary and trying so hard for me. You’re stunning like this, Alex...absolutely captivating. Look at you, choking on your alpha’s cock already. This mouth was made for this. Take it deeper. You’re making such a filthy mess, so perfect. Drooling all over me like a proper little cockslut."

He wiped away a tear and a streak of spit from Alex’s cheek with his thumb, then pressed the wet pad against the omega’s lower lip until Alex’s tongue darted out to taste it. "Taste yourself on me. That’s what desperation looks like and it suits you beautifully."

Lorenzo’s breathing had grown heavier, pleasure tightening in his gut, but he pulled Alex off before he could go over the edge, leaving the omega gasping, slick-mouthed, and dazed, with spit still glistening on his chin and the flushed skin of his throat.

"Enough. If you keep that up, I’ll spill down your throat, and I’m not done with the rest of you yet." He tipped Alex’s face up, still holding his hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Now thank me for letting you taste it."

A flicker of sarcasm tried to surface, Lorenzo could see it in the slight tightening of Alex’s brow but the heat dampened it almost immediately.

The omega’s voice came out soft and wrecked. "Thank you, Alpha."

Hmm, wasn’t this another beautiful side of Alex? This submission? This overpowering need to be fucked and filled with his husband knot and cum?

Lorenzo loved Alex for his fire, his almost Alpha-like aggression at times, his lack of fear and his ability to laugh at the face of danger. But this was a side of Alex that Lorenzo could add to his long list of reasons as to why he loved his husband.

"Good Omega." He whispered.

Without wasting any time, Lorenzo flipped him onto his stomach in the nest, lifting his hips until Alex was face-down, his round, plush ass raised high, knees sprawled among the tangled shirts.

One wrist was pinned at the small of his back, held there easily, leaving him completely exposed under the faint moonlight.

Lorenzo spread him open, taking a long moment to admire the slick pouring out of him in thick, shiny trails that ran down over his balls, dripping onto the nest.

Perfection...

Every inch of this man before him was nothing short of perfection.