Chapter 380: The Emperor’s Appetite

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: The Emperor’s Appetite

Liam’s laugh was a sharp, bright sound in the warm light of the bedroom. It was the last moment of clear-headedness he would have.

Arik’s eyes opened, and the playful offense in them had been replaced by something far more primal. He didn’t bother with a verbal reply. He simply lowered his head, bypassing Liam’s lips entirely and pressing his mouth to the hollow of his throat. His hands, which had been resting on Liam’s hips, slide up his back to grip the fabric of his shirt and pull it over his head in one smooth motion.

The discarded tunic joined Arik’s coat on the floor, and the sudden exposure to the warm air made Liam’s skin pebble. Arik’s gaze followed the path of his hands as he traced the lines of Liam’s torso, his thumbs brushing over his nipples, which hardened instantly at the touch.

"You’re cruel," Arik repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Liam’s chest. "But I can be patient."

Liam didn’t believe him for a second. He saw the predatory focus in his husband’s eyes, the way his muscles tensed as if preparing to pounce. "You’re many things, Arik. Patient isn’t one of them."

Arik’s response was to hook his fingers into the waistband of Liam’s trousers and tug him forward. Liam stumbled, catching himself with his hands on Arik’s shoulders. The movement brought their bodies flush together, and Liam could feel the hard cock of Arik’s erection through the layers of their clothing. A low groan escaped him.

Arik smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. "See? Not patient at all."

He guided Liam backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed. Liam fell back onto the mattress with a soft grunt, bouncing slightly on the bedding. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Arik knelt on the bed between his legs. The Emperor of Nuria moved with an unhurried grace, his golden eyes never leaving Liam’s as he slowly unfastened his own trousers, his movements deliberate and mesmerizing.

He freed his cock, and Liam’s breath hitched. He was thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-come. Arik wrapped a hand around his own, stroking it slowly, his eyes darkening as he watched Liam watch him.

"Too many clothes," Arik said, his voice rough with need. He reached for Liam’s trousers, his fingers working them open with an urgency that belied his earlier words. He stripped the remaining fabric from Liam’s body, leaving him completely bare and exposed on the dark bedding.

The scent of Liam’s arousal, sweet and heady, filled the air.

Arik’s nostrils flared, and his control visibly snapped.

He lowered his body over Liam’s, caging him in with his arms, his mouth crashing down on his in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. It was hungry, demanding, and raw, claiming that left Liam breathless and aching for more.

Liam met him with equal passion, his hands tangling in Arik’s hair, holding him close as they devoured each other. The world narrowed to the feel of Arik’s body against his, the taste of his mouth, and the intoxicating scent of their combined pheromones swirling around them.

Arik broke the kiss, panting. He rested his forehead against Liam’s for a moment, his eyes closed. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice strained. "All of you."

Before Liam could form a coherent reply, Arik was moving. He kissed a path down Liam’s body, his mouth hot against his skin. He paid respect to his chest, his tongue flicking over each nipple before biting down gently, earning a sharp cry from Liam. He traced the lines of his stomach, his teeth scraping over his hipbones.

Liam was writhing on the bed, his hands clutching at the sheets, his body a taut string of anticipation. He knew what was coming. He had been thinking about it since the stairwell.

Arik settled between his thighs, his hands gripping Liam’s legs and pushing them open, exposing him completely.

He looked his fill, his golden eyes burning with a possessive fire that made Liam’s heart race.

Then he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue was a shock.

A slow, deliberate swipe over Liam’s entrance that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his cock.

Liam cried out, his back arching off the bed.

Arik did it again, and again, each pass of his tongue a little more firm, a little more intimate.

He was relentless. He licked and sucked, his tongue probing Liam’s rim, teasing him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was messy and uninhibited, his only focus the omega spread out before him. The sounds he made were obscene, wet slurping sounds that should have been embarrassing but only served to enhance Liam’s arousal.

"Arik... gods, Arik, please," Liam sobbed, his hands moving to Arik’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place.

He was so close, the pleasure coiling in his gut, a tight knot of need that was about to snap.

Arik responded by driving his tongue inside him, fucking him with it in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect.

At the same time, he wrapped a hand around Liam’s leaking cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

Arik strengthens his grip on Liam’s penis, just before reaching the tip, knowing well that it would get Liam come faster.

Liam shattered with a hoarse scream, his body convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him. He spilled over Arik’s hand and his own stomach, his vision whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.

It was intense, overwhelming, and utterly devastating.

Arik didn’t stop.

He licked him through it, his tongue gentling now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from his trembling body.

Only when Liam was completely spent, a boneless, panting mess on the bed, did he pull back.

He crawled up Liam’s body, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He claimed his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, letting Liam taste himself on his tongue.

"Mine," Arik growled against his lips.

"Yours," Liam whispered, his voice hoarse. "Always yours."

Arik positioned himself between Liam’s legs, the head of his cock nudging against Liam’s slick, sensitive entrance. He paused, his eyes searching Liam’s.

"Look at me, love," he commanded softly.

Liam met his gaze, his own eyes hazy with pleasure and love. Arik’s expression was raw, possessive, and filled with an emotion so profound it made Liam’s chest ache.

"I love you," Arik said, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," Liam whispered, reaching up to tangle his fingers with Arik’s. "Now, alpha. Claim me."

With a groan, Arik pushed inside.

He sank deep in one smooth, relentless thrust, his balls slapping against Liam’s ass.

Liam let out a moan.

Arik set a harsh pace from the start, his hips snapping forward, driving into Liam with a force that shook the bed.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together, their harsh breaths, and Liam’s desperate moans filled the room.

"Mine," Arik snarled, his grip on Liam’s hips tightening, sure to leave bruises. "You are mine, Liam. Every part of you."

"Yours," Liam sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Always yours. Arik, please..."

Arik shifted his angle, and on the next thrust, he nailed Liam’s prostate.

Liam saw stars, a moan tearing from his throat as pleasure, sharp and blinding, shot through him.

He was already hard again, his cock bobbing between his legs, aching for release.

Arik did it again and again, aiming for that spot.

He was chasing his own release, but he was determined to drag Liam over the edge with him. He could feel Liam’s inner walls beginning to flutter, a sign that he was close.

He loved to feel his mate come on his dick.

"Come with me, eshara," Arik whispered, his voice low and tempting like sin. "Come for me now."

He reached between them, his hand wrapping around Liam’s cock and stroking him in time with his powerful thrusts.

Liam came, his body arching as he spilled between them. He bit Arik’s shoulder hard enough to let a mark for later.

The clenching of his inner muscles around Arik’s cock was enough to send him over the edge with him. Arik groaned his release, his hips stuttering as he filled Liam with his come.

He collapsed on top of Liam, his body shaking with the force of his release. His arms circling his eshara. His star.

For a long moment, they lay there, their bodies tangled together, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room.

Finally, Arik rolled onto his side, pulling Liam with him, tucking him against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to Liam’s forehead, his arms wrapping again tightly around him.

"Mine," he whispered, his voice soft but no less possessive.

Liam smiled, his eyes closed. "Yours, love." He said and turned his nose to Arik’s crook of neck.