—Trust me, Noah, the pain will only be at the beginning —Theo whispered with a husky voice, his warm breath brushing against Noah's flushed cheek.
Before the omega could respond, Theo had already captured his lips in a deep and possessive kiss. Noah's body, naked and vulnerable under the room's dim light, trembled slightly—not from fear, but from overwhelming anticipation.
Every inch of his delicate skin was claimed by Theo, who devoted himself to leaving traces of his existence: kisses, gentle bites, and soft suckling that bloomed into reddish marks. The omega gasped uncontrollably, his small moans escaping as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His flat stomach tightened in a futile effort to contain the rising tide of desire, especially when Theo, settled between his legs, began to taste him with his skilled tongue, worshipping his most intimate area while lightly stroking his tip.
—Ahh~! —cried Noah, his voice broken and trembling.
The tension reached its peak when Theo, unable to hold back any longer, aligned himself with Noah's entrance and, with a determined yet careful movement, pushed inside.
—Theo… —Noah whispered with a choked moan. It hurt. It hurt so much his mind went blank. Theo was big—far more than Noah had imagined—and now he felt him filling him, invading him completely in a way that was overwhelming and brutal.
Purity wasn't measured solely by physical virginity, but also by the heart. And Noah, with his innocent and transparent soul, maintained that purity even in this intimate moment.
—Does it hurt a lot, Noah? —Theo asked, pausing to avoid hurting him further.
—Yes… —he admitted softly, trembling.
—Do you want me to stop? —Theo insisted, though his voice quivered with restrained desire.
Noah shook his head, clinging to Theo's muscular arm like a lifeline in the middle of a storm. He wanted to endure it—for him, for both of them. Slowly, Theo began to move, setting a slow rhythm to help his omega adjust.
The sharp pain gradually gave way to a different sensation, deep and addictive. Pleasure, shy at first, soon consumed every trace of pain. Each of Theo's thrusts made Noah arch against him, seeking more, craving more.
Though love had not yet blossomed between them, Noah's acceptance of his alpha was total. It was his sincere wish to build something real, to truly love Theo, to help him become human, as the legend said.
As for Theo, he had never planned to love. But now, with Noah moaning beneath him, his small and perfect omega, he felt his addiction went far beyond the physical.
The sounds of their intertwined moans filled the room, melodic and forbidden. Noah, completely surrendered, let himself be carried away by his alpha's total dominance, clinging to him desperately.
When passion reached its climax, Theo couldn't hold back any longer. With a low, guttural growl, he released all his desire, spilling over Noah's trembling belly.
Noah closed his eyes, shuddering as he felt the warmth of his alpha. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst from his chest. Theo, being an ancestral spirit, had extraordinary stamina and vigor.
With an agile movement, one of his tails stretched to reach some tissues, which he used carefully to clean Noah's body. Then, without giving him a chance to move, he wrapped him in his arms.
—That was wonderful, Noah. I want more —Theo murmured, gently licking his partner's reddened ear.
—Then do it, Theo. I won't stop you —Noah whispered, his voice still trembling but resolute.
—Aren't you tired? —Theo asked, amused by the omega's unexpected endurance.
—No. Ever since the sacred gem is inside me, I don't feel tired —Noah replied, absentmindedly caressing Theo's chest in a gesture of affection.
Theo smiled, a mischievous gleam in his golden eyes, and changed their positions, rolling them until Noah ended up sitting on his hard abdomen.
—Move, Noah. I want to see you bounce for me —he ordered with a deep voice that made the omega's whole body vibrate.
Though embarrassed, Noah obeyed. His cheeks were burning, but he slowly lowered his body, letting Theo's hardness enter him once again. His movements were clumsy at first, but desire and Theo's silent guidance led him.
Both sought the same desperate connection, though for different reasons: Theo craved Noah's body as an addictive need, while Noah longed to build a true love.
They did it a couple more times and ended up exhausted.
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The next morning.
The room was steeped in sweet chaos: clothes scattered, wrinkled sheets, and the air thick with the mix of their pheromones.
Noah was the first to open his eyes, blinking sleepily at the golden light filtering through the open balcony. A cool breeze stirred the curtains, filling the room with a sense of peace.
Gently, he lifted his head and looked at Theo's face, who was sleeping soundly while embracing him.
Smiling, Noah brought his hand up to tenderly caress those hard yet beautiful features.
—Theo… —he called in a barely audible whisper.
Instantly, Theo opened his eyes as if he had never been asleep, surprising Noah.
—What is it, Noah? Are you cold? —Theo asked, pulling him even closer to his body.
—Were you already awake? —Noah asked, puzzled.
—No —Theo answered, smiling with a hint of mischief.
—Then how did you wake up so fast? I barely whispered your name —Noah insisted, a mix of fascination and tenderness in his voice.
Theo stroked his messy hair and answered in a low voice.
—Even if you were at the end of the world, Noah, if you call me, I'll hear you —he said.
—Liar —Noah whispered, laughing.
—It's true, Noah. We're bound by fate —Theo said with unexpected solemnity.
Noah, moved without knowing why, snuggled even closer to him, accepting that enveloping warmth.
As he held him, Theo silently thought how easy it was to deceive such a pure and innocent omega. But deep inside, a small spark, something warm and unfamiliar, began to grow in his hardened chest.
"Luckily I was the one who found you… If you had fallen into Rafael's hands, you would've never been treated with such tenderness," Theo thought, feeling a pang of possessiveness.
He kissed the crown of Noah's head softly.
It was a tender and protective gesture, and without knowing it, a feeling that looked too much like love had started to take root in his heart.
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