Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Alpha thing.

Arion carried Dean across the room and tossed him onto the large bed. Before Dean could even bounce, Arion was on top of him, pinning him down with his body.

“You’ve had your say,” Arion growled. “Now it’s my turn.”

He pressed his weight against Dean, who immediately pushed his hips up, eager for more. Arion lowered his head and bit Dean’s neck, not firmly enough to break the skin, but enough to make Dean gasp. Then he licked the spot he’d just bitten.

“Thirty days,” Arion said, his voice rough. “I’ve been counting every single hour.”

His mouth crashed against Dean’s in a hungry kiss. One of Arion’s hands slid down and grabbed Dean’s ass, drawing their bodies even closer together. His other hand fisted in Dean’s hair, holding his head exactly where he wanted it.

“Too many clothes,” Dean managed to say between kisses.

Arion sat up and took his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. Dean reached up to touch him, but Arion quickly removed Dean’s clothing as well. When they were finally naked, Arion paused for a brief moment, looking down at Dean with hungry eyes.

“You’re mine,” Arion said.

“Yes,” Dean agreed, spreading his legs wider. “Yes, you can have the alpha thing later. “Now I want you inside of me.”

Arion didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between Dean’s spread legs, his own heavy erection pressing against Dean’s thigh. He looked down at Dean, his eyes dark with desire.

“Are you sure?” Arion asked, his voice rough.

Dean answered by grabbing Arion’s hips and pulling him closer. “I’ve been sure for thirty days,” he said. “Stop wasting time.”

Arion guided himself to Dean’s entrance and pushed in slowly. Dean gasped as Arion entered him, the feeling of being stretched and filled overwhelming. Arion paused once he was fully inside, giving Dean a moment to adjust.

“Move,” Dean demanded, his hands gripping Arion’s shoulders.

Arion started thrusting, setting a pace that was both deep and powerful. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through Dean’s body. He wrapped his legs around Arion’s waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

“Harder,” Dean begged, his head thrown back against the pillows.

Arion responded by increasing his speed and slamming into Dean with unwavering force. The bed creaked in response to their movements, the sound blending with their harsh breathing and skin slapping against skin.

Dean could feel himself getting close to the edge. “Arion,” he gasped. “I’m going to come.”

Arion reached between them and wrapped his hand around Dean’s erection, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Dean cried out as he came, his body shaking with pleasure. Arion thrust into him a few more times before groaning and collapsing on top of Dean, his own release washing over him.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, he shifted, pulling Dean away and flipping him over onto his stomach with surprising force. Dean gasped, his face pressed against the pillows, his ass exposed.

“On your knees,” Arion asked, his voice still rough.

Dean complied, rising onto his hands and knees. He felt the bed dip as Arion moved behind him. Without warning, Arion entered him again, this time from behind, the angle deeper and more intense. Dean cried out, his fingers clutching at the sheets. knuckles white.

Arion’s hands roamed over Dean’s back, tracing the muscles there before sliding around to his chest. He found Dean’s nipples, already sensitive and hardened, and began to roll them between his fingers.

“Arion,” Dean gasped, arching his back at the sensation. “Please…”

Arion smirked, continuing to tease the sensitive buds. He pinched them gently, then harder when Dean moaned in response. Dean’s body trembled with pleasure, his cock already hardening again despite having just come.

“You like that, don’t you?” Arion murmured, leaning over to whisper in Dean’s ear. “You like when I play with these pretty nipples of yours.”

Dean could only nod, words failing him as Arion continued play with the buds. The alpha’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot inside Dean that made him see stars. Sweat dripped from Arion’s forehead onto Dean’s back as he increased his pace.

“Do you realize how good it feels inside you?” Arion asked, his voice barely above a low whisper. “Do you know that each time I pinch your nipples, you are tightening on my cock?”

Dean’s breath caught as Arion spoke, his mind struggling to process the dirty talk while his body responded instinctively. He hadn’t realized it, but now that Arion brought it up, he could feel it: each time the alpha’s fingers tightened on his sensitive nipples, his inner muscles clenched around Arion’s shaft.

“How would I know?” Dean managed to gasp out, his face flushing with heat.

Arion chuckled, a low, predatory sound that sent shivers down Dean’s spine. “Now you do.” He pinched both nipples simultaneously, twisting them just enough to make Dean cry out. As predicted, Dean’s body responded, his passage squeezing Arion’s cock.

“Fuck,” Arion groaned, his hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their rhythm. “You’re so responsive. So perfect for me.”

He continued to play with Dean’s nipples, alternating between gentle rolls and sharp pinches, timing each action with his thrusts. Dean was lost in a haze of pleasure, moving instinctively. He pushed back against Arion, meeting each thrust with equal enthusiasm, wanting and needing more.

“Please,” Dean begged, not even sure what he was asking for. “Arion, please…”

“Please what?” Arion asked, his voice smug with satisfaction. “Tell me what you need, my love.”

Dean’s face burned with embarrassment, but his desire was stronger than his shame. “Harder,” he gasped out. “Touch me harder. And… talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”

Arion obliged, his fingers tightening on Dean’s nipples as he leaned over to whisper in his ear. “It feels like heaven,” he murmured, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Like you were made just for me, this tight little hole gripping my cock like you never want to let me go. Every time I move, you squeeze me, like your body is begging for my knot.”

Dean moaned at the mention of the knot, his own cock twitching in response. He’d been knotted before, but the idea of being completely filled again, of being locked together with Arion, was intoxicating.

“Is that what you want?” Arion asked, his voice dropping even lower. “Do you want my knot, Dean? Do you want me to fill you up until you can’t take anymore?”

“Yes,” Dean cried out, his body trembling with need. “God, yes, Arion. Knot me. Please knot me.”

Arion’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsher. Dean could feel the Arion’s cock beginning to swell inside him. He pushed back harder, wanting more, needing to feel full.

“Touch yourself,” Arion commanded. “I want to feel you come around my knot.”

Dean reached down with one hand, wrapping his fingers around his erection. He stroked himself in sync with Arion’s thrusts, his body shifting between the two sources of pleasure. It was almost too much: Arion’s cock filling him, his hands on his nipples, his own hand on his dick, and those dirty words in his ears.

“I’m close,” Dean warned, his voice strained. “So close…”

Arion’s knot expanded rapidly, locking them together. Dean cried out as the intense fullness sent him over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him in waves. Arion groaned as Dean’s muscles clenched around his knot, his own release hitting hard and fast.

“Mine,” Arion murmured, pressing a kiss to Dean’s forehead.

Dean nodded, already drifting toward sleep. “Yours,” he agreed, feeling more content than he had in weeks.

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