Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 90: .r big bad alpha [ M]

Chapter 90: .r big bad alpha [ M]

Noelle keeps grinding against me, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate, and I can feel him trembling with need. The sounds he makes—those breathy gasps, the quiet moans—drive me wild. My body is screaming for release, the pressure building inside me so intense it’s almost painful. Every time he moves, every time he tightens around me, it pushes me closer to the brink, but not quite over.

I tug at the restraints again, the rope digging into my wrists as I strain against them. My instincts are screaming at me to touch him, to grab him, to flip him over and fuck him the way he deserves. But I’m trapped, completely at his mercy, and the frustration gnaws at me, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure in a heady, chaotic mess.

"Noelle..." I groan, my voice rough, desperate. "Untie me. Now."

He laughs breathlessly, his lips brushing against my ear as he continues to ride me, his pace unrelenting. "Why should I?" he teases, his voice low and sultry. "I like you like this—so helpless, so needy."

I growl in response, the sound vibrating deep in my chest, but it only seems to amuse him further. His hips roll harder, his hands sliding over my chest, his nails dragging lightly against my skin. He’s pushing me, testing my limits, seeing just how far he can take this before I snap.

And I’m close to snapping. Too close.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over my throat as he whispers, "You’ll just have to wait, my star. I’m not done playing with you yet."

That does it.

Something primal surges up inside me, a fierce, overwhelming need to take control. I pull hard against the restraints, harder than before, feeling the ropes give just the slightest bit. My muscles strain, my blood pounding in my ears as I tug again, harder this time. The bindings groan in protest, the wood of the chair creaking beneath me, and then—

Snap.

The rope gives way, and in one fluid movement, I’m free.

Noelle barely has time to react before I grab him by the hips, and carry him to the bed my hands gripping him tightly as I flip us over, pinning him beneath me. His eyes widen in surprise, his lips parting as he lets out a sharp gasp, but there’s no fear there. Only excitement.

"Thorne..." he breathes, his voice trembling with anticipation.

I don’t give him a chance to say more. My mouth crashes down on his, claiming him in a fierce, bruising kiss. It’s messy, all teeth and tongue, but I don’t care. I need him. Now.

I thrust into him hard, burying myself as deep as I can, and he cries out, his back arching off the bed as his body clenches around me. The sound he makes, that high, breathless moan—it’s enough to push me to the edge, but I hold back, just barely. I want this to last. I want to take my time, to make him feel every single inch of me.

"You thought you could tease me?" I growl against his lips, my voice low and rough. "That you could get away with denying me?"

His breath hitches, his eyes fluttering shut as I pull out slowly, only to slam back into him with enough force to make the bed creak beneath us. His nails dig into my back, his legs wrapping around my waist as he moans, the sound raw and needy.

"Thorne—!" he gasps, but I don’t let him finish. I thrust into him again, harder this time, and his words dissolve into a broken cry of pleasure.

I smirk down at him, watching the way his face twists in ecstasy, his body writhing beneath me as I pound into him. His hands claw at my shoulders, his nails leaving red trails down my skin, but the slight sting only fuels the fire burning inside me.

"You like that?" I growl, my voice rough with need. "You like it when I take control, don’t you?"

He nods frantically, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes—yes, fuck, Thorne—!"

I can feel him tightening around me, his body trembling as he teeters on the edge, and I know he’s close. His eyes are glazed over with lust, his lips parted as he moans my name over and over, a litany of desperate pleas for more.

I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "Come for me, Noelle."

The command sends him over the edge. His body convulses beneath me, his back arching off the bed as he comes with a loud, broken cry. I can feel him pulsing around me, his release slicking our bodies as he trembles in my arms.

The sight of him, the sound of his voice, the feel of him clenching around me—it’s all too much. With a low growl, I thrust into him one last time, burying myself as deep as I can before I finally let go. My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, powerful and overwhelming, and I groan loudly, my entire body shuddering with the intensity of it.

For a moment, the world fades away, and there’s nothing but the two of us, tangled together in a haze of pleasure.

When the storm finally passes, I collapse on top of him, my breath coming in heavy pants as I try to gather myself. Noelle is equally spent, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath me, his body limp and boneless.

After a long moment, I roll off him, pulling him close to my side. His head rests against my chest, his breath warm and even, and for a moment, there’s a peaceful silence between us.

"I guess I deserved that," Noelle murmurs after a while, his voice soft and sleepy.

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "You think?"

He smiles against my skin, and I can feel the curve of his lips. "Maybe. But it was worth it."

I tighten my arms around him, holding him close. "Don’t think I’m letting you get away with it so easily next time."

His laughter is soft, almost a hum. "I’ll keep that in mind, Mr big bad Alpha."

We gasp, breathless, both of us staring at the ceiling, the air around us still thick with heat. For a brief moment, the only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths and the soft rustling of the sheets. I glance at Noelle, and he meets my gaze, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed. There’s a fire in his eyes, a hunger that mirrors my own.

"Hands and knees. On the bed."

The words leave my mouth in a rough, commanding growl. Noelle responds immediately, almost too eagerly. He moves swiftly, positioning himself with a fluid grace that leaves me momentarily stunned.

His back arches beautifully, his ass raised high in the air, and for a moment, I can only stare, mesmerized by the sight before me. This omega will be the death of me, I swear. But if this is how I go, I’ll die a happy man.

With a groan, I stand and move behind him, my hand immediately going to his hair. I grab a fistful of it, pulling his head back sharply, just enough to make him gasp. His body shudders beneath me, a delicious tremor that sends a thrill of satisfaction through me.

"You’re going to be the end of me, Noelle," I growl, leaning down just enough to let my breath ghost over the back of his neck.

He lets out a breathless laugh, the sound tinged with anticipation. "Then you’d better make it count."

I smirk at that, tugging his hair a little harder as I press myself against him, the heat between us igniting once more.