Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 178: Patience [M]

Chapter 178: Patience [M]

Thorne pulls Noelle to his feet in one smooth motion, his lips claiming Noelle’s in a kiss that’s fierce and demanding, yet reverent. His large hands roam possessively, tracing the curve of Noelle’s back before descending to his pert, firm buttocks. A sharp smack echoes through the room as Thorne’s palm connects with soft flesh, eliciting a breathy gasp from Noelle that quickly turns into a pleased hum.

Noelle clings to his husband, fingers threading through damp blonde hair, pulling him closer as if proximity alone could dissolve the unbearable heat building between them. But it’s not close enough—not for Noelle. He wants more. He wants to crawl under Thorne’s skin, to be consumed by him entirely. The insistent press of Thorne’s rigid length against his stomach only adds to his need, the heat of it branding him even through their fevered embrace.

Thorne growls low in his throat, his lips trailing fire down Noelle’s jaw and neck before returning to his swollen mouth. His hands grip Noelle’s backside firmly, pulling him flush against his body. The press of their sweat-slicked skin is electric, and Noelle moans into the kiss, his hips instinctively grinding against Thorne.

Unable to resist, Thorne’s right hand drifts lower, fingers sliding between the cleft of Noelle’s cheeks. He presses one thick digit against Noelle’s slick entrance, and it slips inside with ease. The sensation is met with a shuddering gasp from Noelle, whose hands tighten their grip in Thorne’s hair as his head falls back, exposing his neck to Thorne’s hungry gaze.

Thorne breaks the kiss, his lips moving to Noelle’s ear. He takes the delicate lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently before his deep voice rumbles against Noelle’s flushed skin. "Did you know your pheromones have been uncontrollable? They’re making me drunk, heady with need."

Noelle chuckles breathlessly, his hips rolling back to take Thorne’s finger deeper. "You’re one to talk," he retorts, his voice trembling but teasing. "I can barely think straight with your pheromones filling the room. It’s as if you’re in a rut."

Thorne’s answering growl is low and dangerous. "And look at you," he murmurs, sliding in a second finger and curling them just so, drawing a sharp cry from Noelle. "Taking me so easily, as if you’ve been waiting for this."

Noelle’s response is a broken moan, his body arching into Thorne’s touch as his legs tremble with the pleasure coursing through him. Thorne shifts, his free arm wrapping securely around Noelle’s waist to keep him steady as he works his fingers in and out, his pace slow and deliberate.

"Wow, you’re perfect," Thorne says, his voice thick with reverence and desire. His lips trail down the side of Noelle’s neck, leaving a line of possessive bites and kisses in their wake. "Everything about you drives me mad, Noelle. The taste of you, the feel of you, the way your body responds to mine—it’s everything."

Noelle whimpers, his fingers digging into Thorne’s shoulders as his knees threaten to give out. "Thorne," he gasps, his voice a desperate plea.

Thorne smirks against Noelle’s skin, his fingers curling inside him again to hit that sweet spot that makes Noelle see stars. "Tell me what you need, my star," he whispers, his tone both commanding and tender.

Thorne smirked as he heard Noelle’s desperate plea for "More." It was all the encouragement he needed. Wrapping Noelle’s lithe arms securely around his neck, Thorne hoisted him up effortlessly, their bodies pressed tight. Noelle’s heated breaths tickled the side of his neck as Thorne carried him toward the bed.

Gently laying him down, Thorne hovered over Noelle, his broad frame shadowing his husband’s flushed and trembling body. His lips found their way to Noelle’s chest, capturing one hardened nipple in his mouth. Thorne sucked and bit gently, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, coaxing sweet gasps and whimpers from Noelle.

While his mouth worked tirelessly, his fingers never stopped. Sliding in and out of Noelle’s slick entrance, he set a steady rhythm, teasing him mercilessly. Each thrust of his fingers was deliberate, slow enough to drive Noelle mad, yet firm enough to keep him teetering on the edge of euphoria.

Noelle writhed beneath him, his body betraying him with its sensitivity. Every touch, every bite, every flick of Thorne’s tongue sent shivers racing up his spine. He squirmed, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but Thorne had him firmly pinned, one strong arm keeping him in place.

"Stay still," Thorne commanded, his voice rough and breathless. "I’m not done with you yet."

Noelle whimpered, his head tossing back as he surrendered to the intensity of Thorne’s ministrations. When Thorne’s fingers brushed against that one spot deep inside him, Noelle’s body jolted as if struck by lightning. A choked cry tore from his lips as he climaxed, his entire body arching off the bed in a wave of pleasure so intense it left him trembling.

Thorne stilled for a moment, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the sight of his husband undone beneath him. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "So beautiful." He leaned down, capturing Noelle’s parted lips in a slow, tender kiss that contrasted sharply with the earlier fervor.

As Noelle lay gasping for air, Thorne shifted, kneeling between his legs. He gently lifted Noelle’s legs, resting them on his broad shoulders. Frowning slightly, he reached for a pillow and slid it beneath Noelle’s hips, adjusting him for comfort and access.

"There," Thorne said softly, as if to himself, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. Noelle’s flushed face, his raven hair spread like a halo on the bed, and his pliant body glistening with sweat—all of it was a vision Thorne would never tire of.

Leaning forward, Thorne trailed kisses along Noelle’s inner thighs, his hands running up and down the smooth skin. Then, unable to resist, he slid one finger back into Noelle’s hole, watching with fascination as it clenched around him.

"So greedy for me," Thorne whispered, his voice thick with desire. He added another finger, marveling at how easily Noelle took him, the tight heat drawing him in deeper. "You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me."

Noelle shivered at the words, his body responding instinctively as he bucked his hips, seeking more. "Thorne," he gasped, his voice a mix of frustration and need.

"Patience, my star," Thorne said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I want to savor every moment."