The carriage didn't just smell like Soren's bourbon anymore; it smelled like the primal, musky heat of an Omega in total distress. Outside, the sounds of the Southern Port—the shouting of Lucas, the crashing waves—faded into a dull hum. Inside, there was only the sound of Soren's heavy, jagged breathing.
Soren didn't just pin Mika down this time. He ripped the silk shirt from Mika's shoulders, exposing the pale, trembling skin of his back to the moonlight.
"You want to go to him?" Soren hissed, his hand wrapping around Mika's throat—not to choke, but to anchor him. "Look at the pier, Mika. Look at your 'Liam' through the window. I want him to watch while I turn you into something he won't even recognize."
The Ultra-Erotic Reclamation
Soren's mouth crashed against Mika's, tasting of iron and desperation. He didn't just kiss him; he devoured him. His tongue was a hot, invasive force, mapping Mika's mouth as his hands roamed lower, catching the curve of Mika's hips and pulling him flush against the hard, unforgiving line of his Alpha arousal.
Soren was a beast unleashed. He turned Mika over, forcing him onto his hands and knees on the velvet carriage seat. He bit deep into the junction of Mika's neck and shoulder, his teeth scraping against the bone as he left a dark, purplish brand that would never fade.
"Say my name so he can hear it!" Soren groaned, his first thrust so deep and sudden that Mika's vision went white.
The friction was intense—the heat of their bodies clashing in the cramped space, the sound of skin hitting skin, and the slick, honeyed scent of Mika's arousal filling the carriage. Soren wasn't gentle. He used his fingers to stretch and prep Mika, his touch clinical yet burning, before driving back in with a rhythmic, punishing force. Mika's fingers clawed at the velvet, his back arching as Soren's hands gripped his waist, leaving bruised fingerprints that screamed Property.
"Soren! Ah... Soren, please!" Mika sobbed, his voice breaking as he felt the Alpha's knot beginning to swell inside him, a permanent claim that would lock them together in the dark.
Soren didn't pull away. He stayed buried deep, his sweat dripping onto Mika's spine, his voice a guttural growl in the Omega's ear. "He is the past, Mika. I am your heartbeat. I am your breath. I am the only God you will ever pray to."