Chapter 70 Chapter Seventy: Alpha's Rut

Chapter 70 Chapter Seventy: Alpha's Rut
The bedroom was chilled, the air conditioner humming a steady, low tune that kept the air crisp, yet the atmosphere between the Alpha and his Omega was scorching. Lior was bent over the edge of the bed, his upper body pressed firmly into the mattress, a plush pillow shoved under his abdomen to tilt his pelvis upward, offering his heat to the Alpha behind him. He was still dressed in the dark red mini skirt— now bunched up around his waist— and those thigh-high boots that made his legs look endless and inviting.

His lace panties, now soaked with a mixture of slick and cum, stuffed deep into Lior's mouth. The fabric acted as a crude gag, muffling his cries and forcing him to breathe heavily through his nose, his chest heaving against the sheets.

Adrian was a man possessed. The double dose of suppressants had failed miserably against the intoxicating scent of Lior’s submission. He had already knotted the Omega three times, but the rut-driven hunger in his veins only grew. He stood behind Lior, his large hands gripping the Omega's hips with a bruising intensity, anchoring him in place as he continued to pound into him with relentless, rhythmic force.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

The sounds were visceral and wet. Adrian’s cock was engorged to its absolute limit, plunging deep into Lior’s stretched hole with every thrust. The entrance, once tight and resisting, had been molded by the Alpha’s size; it was now wide and gaping, perfectly shaped to accommodate the thick shaft. With every withdrawal, the hole clung to him, reluctant to let go, before being slammed open again.

Both of them were drenched in sweat. Despite the freezing temperature of the room, beads of perspiration rolled down Adrian’s muscular back and dripped from Lior’s forehead onto the mattress. The friction was intense, creating a searing heat that contrasted with the cool air. Streams of white cum and clear, viscous slick flowed down Lior’s inner thighs, coating the tops of his boots in a messy, erotic glaze.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Lior,” Adrian groaned, his voice a guttural rasp of obsession. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Lior’s back, his breath hot against the Omega's ear. “Look at you... completely open for me. My beautiful, obedient little assistant. I can’t get enough of you. I want to stay inside you forever.”

Lior’s mind was a haze of pleasure and sensory overload. He felt as though his guts were being rearranged, the sheer depth of Adrian’s thrusts hitting his prostate with every single strike. Yet, his body remained instinctively open, his hips subtly tilting back to meet the Alpha’s onslaught. He was completely submitted, his will dissolved by the overwhelming presence of his Alpha.

As the intensity peaked, Lior began to break. The physical and emotional weight of the intimacy became too much, and he began to cry, his face pressed into the mattress. The sounds that escaped him were muffled, pathetic whimpers and choked sobs filtered through the lace gag. His legs began to tremble violently, his muscles giving out as he shuddered under the force of the pounding thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Cry for me,” Adrian praised, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive affection. He didn't slow down; if anything, the sound of Lior’s cries only fueled his rut. “Good boy. Take it all for your Alpha. You’re doing so well for me, Lior. So fucking good.”

As Adrian felt the familiar, agonizing pressure building at the base of his cock, his instincts shifted. The rut demanded a permanent mark. A feral urge surged through him to sink his teeth into the nape of Lior’s neck, to claim him irrevocably and leave a bleeding mark of ownership.

But Adrian knew the stakes. He couldn't mark Lior.

As he reached the precipice of his climax, Adrian let out a strangled roar. Instead of biting Lior, he violently brought his own hand to his mouth, biting down on the fleshy part of his palm with savage force. He clamped his teeth down so hard that the skin broke, blood blooming across his hand, the sharp pain serving as a grounding wire to keep him from marking the Omega.

With a final, devastating thrust, Adrian buried himself to the hilt. His knot began to swell rapidly, expanding inside Lior’s already stretched hole, locking them together in a tight, airtight seal.

Lior let out a muffled scream into the mattress, his entire body stiffening as the knot bloomed inside him. He felt completely filled, stretched to his absolute limit, the pressure immense and overwhelming. He was trapped, anchored to the Alpha, as Adrian groaned loudly, his head falling onto Lior’s shoulder, his body shaking with the force of a massive, rut-fueled orgasm.

They stayed like that for a long time, locked together in the silence of the chilled room. Lior’s breathing was shallow, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the fabric of the bed. Slowly, the intense contractions of Lior’s internal muscles began to milk the knot, the Omega's body instinctively trying to draw every last drop of seed from the Alpha.

Once the swelling subsided and the knot flattened, Adrian slowly and carefully pulled out. The sound of the release was a wet, suctioning pop that left Lior’s hole gaping and twitching.

Adrian didn't let him fall. He immediately reached down, hooking his arms under Lior’s chest and pulling him up into a tender, crushing embrace. He tumbled them both onto the bed, pulling Lior’s trembling body against his chest. He showered Lior’s face and neck with soft, lingering kisses, his movements now devoid of the feral aggression from moments before.

Gently, Adrian reached up and plucked the soaked lace panties from Lior’s mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” Adrian whispered, his voice soft and full of genuine concern.

Lior blinked slowly, his pupils blown wide, his gaze unfocused. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of words, a string of incoherent, soft gibberish came out. His voice airy and disconnected from reality.

Adrian smiled, a look of pure devotion crossing his face. He knew that sound. Lior had completely slipped into Subspace, his mind floating in a cloud of endorphins and submission.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Adrian murmured, stroking Lior’s back in slow, soothing circles. “You’ve gone completely under for me, haven't you? That’s okay. Just drift, baby. You’re safe.”

He kissed Lior’s forehead, pulling the Omega closer into the warmth of his body. “You’re my favorite, Lior. My absolute favorite. Thank you for taking me... thank you for being so brave for your Alpha.”

Lior let out a tiny, contented sigh, nuzzling into Adrian’s chest, completely surrendered and cherished in the Alpha's protective embrace.

“Alpha adores you so much. I'd do anything for you.”