"Sheng Fei..." Hua Ren called, softly. Barely above a whisper.
But it hit him like a blade to the gut. How could a person sound so divine? So heavenly?
"Please..." Hua Ren continued, his warm breath fanning Sheng Fei’s lips, making Sheng Fei shiver and lick his lips for even Hua Ren’s breath smelled of sweet peaches. It was like a noose, pulling him closer and closer, making him want to abandon all reason.
"I need you Sheng Fei..." Hua Ren said, raising a hand to touch the skin of Sheng Fei’s heated cheek.
And Sheng Fei absolutely broke.
A growl tore from his throat, raw and dangerous. His last thread of control snapped so violently that he barely registered closing the space between them. One second, he was fighting to stay away—the next, Hua Ren was beneath him, trapped between his burning body and the cool sheets.
Hua Ren let out a startled gasp, but it was swallowed the moment Sheng Fei crushed their mouths together, swallowing every plea, every breath, every ounce of hesitation. Hua Ren had entirely shattered whatever semblance of control he had left, making him fully give in to his instincts as an Alpha. To take, to claim, to mark his Omega completely.
His hands weren’t gentle when they gripped Hua Ren’s waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh, possessive, claiming. Heat roared through his body, an unbearable ache settling low in his gut, demanding release.
There wasn’t a force in this world that could stop him now. Not even Hua Ren himself.
Hua Ren released a strangled whimper as Sheng Fei’s tongue invaded his mouth, kissing him hard and fast, almost painful but he enjoyed it so much that both his front and back were leaking. His entire thighs were covered in the fluids of his desire for the Alpha on top of him. He wasn’t just being kissed, he was being devoured, being sucked for all he was worth, and he would be the biggest liar on earth if he said he didn’t enjoy it. It made him feel wanted, needed, like he had never felt before. It was like Sheng Fei was starved of oxygen and he was his only source.
Sheng Fei’s mind had completely fazed out. The taste of his omega—sweet, intoxicating, and utterly addictive—sent fire racing through his veins, his hands gripping Hua Ren’s waist as he ravaged him, drinking in the soft hitch of Hua Ren’s breath.
Hua Ren’s lips were softer than anything he had ever known, like the first brush of silk across bare skin, smooth, pliant, and yielding beneath his own. Every gentle movement made Sheng Fei sink deeper, desperate to memorize the shape and texture of that perfect mouth.
His tongue was velvety, warm, and he tasted of peaches—ripe, forbidden, sinfully sweet—but beneath that sweetness was something uniquely him, something Sheng Fei couldn’t name, only crave.
And it was maddening. It was a need so ferocious it left him trembling. He wanted to drown in that taste, lose himself in the softness of that mouth and never come up for air.
The way Hua Ren writhed beneath him only fueled hunger gnawing at his insides and he deepened the kiss even more tilting Hua Ren’s head back, taking everything his Omega had to offer. His hands roamed blindly, searching, aching to feel the warmth of his mate’s skin. But the wet fabric clinging to Hua Ren’s chest was a hindrance, soaking through his fingers instead of allowing him to feel the soft, bare skin beneath. Frustration coiled through him like a beast on the verge of snapping and with a low growl, he broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he took in the sight before him—Hua Ren, dazed, lips swollen, his pale chest rising and falling beneath that infuriating fabric.
Without a second thought, the room filled with the sharp, tearing sound of fabric being ripped apart. He not only tore off Hua Ren’s clothes but also his own pants, freeing his weeping cock. Pieces of cloth fluttered to the floor, discarded and forgotten, the cool air rushing over Hua Ren’s newly bared skin.
And now, nothing stood between them.
The cool air rushed over Hua Ren’s newly bared skin, raising a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He shivered as his nipples tightened, jutting out from his skin, hardening into soft pink beads. The flush that bloomed across his collarbones deepened, and he looked up through white lashes, lips parted, breath shallow. Wordlessly, he raised his arms above his head, wrists crossed, offering himself in the most vulnerable, aching display of trust and submission.
His omega instincts had kicked in and he was surrendering himself to his Alpha, his mate, a silent plea that made Sheng Fei’s blood roar in his ears.
Hua Ren had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that the heat was unbearable. The itchiness inside him was driving him insane and he craved Sheng Fei more than anything. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted. He just knew that Sheng Fei touching him, kissing him, greatly alleviated the heat.
Sheng Fei surged forward, his hands roaming freely, tracing the line of Hua Ren’s ribs, grazing the soft skin beneath his arm before finally settling over one sensitive peak. He rolled it between his fingers, slow and deliberate, watching the way Hua Ren arched, a low gasp falling from his lips. Sheng Fei lowered his mouth, tongue flicking over the hardened bud and Hua Ren’s body instantly jolted, his toes curling. He screamed, gripping Sheng Fei’s biceps tight as he came, spraying cum all over his thighs and Sheng Fei’s abdomen.
Hua Ren’s reaction pleased Sheng Fei beyond reason. A deep, possessive satisfaction unfurled in his chest, and he smiled as he continued to torture Hua Ren’s chest, mouth and hands moving in tandem, switching between each sensitive nipple. He licked, nipped, then soothed with the flat of his tongue, never giving Hua Ren time to rest, to recover. The way Hua Ren arched into his touch, the way his pale eyes fluttered closed, lashes trembling as another breathy moan escaped him was completely mesmerizing, utterly addictive and he wanted more.