The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 149: Yours, Mine

Chapter 149: Yours, Mine

He lowered his head and leaned their foreheads together. He put aside the guilt that what he did had on him and decided to focus on what was in front of him.

It was even more important at the moment; they had time to settle his score and punish him later on. At the moment, addressing Spade’s condition was what mattered most.

Arren cupped Spade’s face, and then he withdrew slightly as he landed a kiss on the alpha’s forehead. He smiled alluringly and stared deep into his eyes before leaning on beside Spade’s ears as he whispered, "You don’t need to endure. Just let out your beastly desire... I won’t mind." His voice and tone were especially tinged with fiery desire.

He was aware of how difficult it was to suppress the desire brought by the heat or rut; it was even more so for Spade, who was a dominant alpha and experiencing his regular rut for the first time again in years.

As his voice rang, Spade’s eyes flickered, and his hands around Arren visibly tightened. Truthfully, he was already at his limits. And the moment that Arren said those words, the control he had over suppressing his rut considerably loosened, thickening the desire in his eyes.

Arren noticed that Spade’s control over his rut was loosening and that even the way he breathed had slowed significantly, with the alpha’s hot breath tickling his face, but more than that, it intensified the scorching desire that was awakening inside of him.

However, it was still there, Spade was sometimes even more stubborn than him. So he decided to strike while the iron was still hot. He was aware of what made the alpha hesitate. The moment his rut kicked in and his alpha instincts took over, he wouldn’t control himself anymore.

And a rut, more so by a dominant alpha, could be difficult to handle even if Arren was a dominant omega. It was aggressive and possessive. The omega might be hurt during the rut, whether it was intentional or not, but they would only be at the mercy of the alpha until the very end.

Arren tightened his legs around Spade, pressing their bodies even more. He didn’t take his gaze off the alpha, his flushed cheeks were clearly visible for the alpha to see.

He wanted to let him know that he was very willing to help. No, help was not the right word. Arren wasn’t doing this just to ’help’ Spade.

"Spade... I want to spend your rut with you, the way you’re with me during my heat." He whispered, low and sincere, but somehow out of breath from the intense pressure of the rut-filled pheromones in the air.

Spade’s throat moved, clearly still hesitating. "That’s different," he hoarsely responded, yet it was obvious that he had only a few minutes before he lose control entirely.

Arren began to trace Spade’s jaw; his movements were slow, making a certain someone crave. He took note of how the alpha’s breath hitched and the way he slowed down his breath; it was clear that he was affected. He smiled assuringly.

"How is that different?" he whispered, guiding the alpha and slowly crumbling his walls, "We’re only spending your rut together like how we spent my heat together." he reasoned.

The alpha fell silent, and before he could say anything again, Arren took the initiative and leaned forward, pressing their lips together. Spade was taken aback and didn’t react for a moment; only after Arren teased his lips with his tongue, seeking an entry, did he recover, or, to be more precise, was on the verge of losing control entirely.

Arren immediately noticed as Spade responded with the kiss, making it even deeper as the alpha’s tongue was already inside his mouth and intertwining with his tongue in such a way that it made him breathless.

The kiss was truly intense as saliva dripped down to their jaws from their lips; his lips were truly sucked and tasted by Spade, and it seemed he wouldn’t be satisfied by it anytime soon.

After they withdrew from the kiss, the white silver line stretched from one lip to the other. Spade’s eyes flickered as he licked it in such an enticing manner. Arren’s desire throbbed as a tent obviously rose in his shorts.

Arren panted; the crimson in his cheeks had now spread to his neck. His misty eyes were becoming dazed as he noticed something hard poking in his behind; his mouth parted, and his legs visibly weakened from the intense tingling in his gut. Fortunately, Spade had already carried him instead, securely holding him in his arms.

Still, Arren was conscious, and he didn’t forget to incite the alpha, so he would let go and let his rut flare up. In fact, it was unnecessary at this point, as only a few minutes were needed, and Spade’s rut would definitely take over.

"I know you want me," he whispered, breathless, and it even added to the allure of his voice. "Just as much as I want you, so... Alpha." Arren noticed how Spde’s expression and reaction to his protruding desire became prominent as he said that word; his lips curled into a sinister smile. "Let’s make love to our hearts desire... I’m yours, my alpha."

He deliberately added and finished with those words, one was that he truly felt that way and the other was that he knew that was all it would take for that alpha instinct to crumble all the defenses Spade raised for himself.

Sure enough, as Spade heard it from his omega, the desire and lust that he was suppressing inside surged, and his sanity was immediately shaken.

His pheromones thickened even more, so that they swept and shrouded the villa while also making sure his scent was enveloping his precious omega in his arms. Spade’s mind could only repeat one thing: mine. He’s mine.

"You’re mine," he said, but more like a growl, eagerly waiting for affirmation and more so for submission.

Arren was already almost lost to the pheromones around him and the lust that they caused him; he could only instinctively answer, "Yes... I’m yours." His mind was also clouded by the desire, which was about to explode any minute now.

Spade’s arms tightened around him, and he leaned in and landed a kiss on Arren’s jaw as it traced through his neck, sucking in the skin while he did so and leaving deep love marks. Arren arched his neck, gasping and moaning in pleasure, letting the alpha do whatever he wanted.

"Arren..." he called, as he repeated this name over and over again.

"Yes..." Arren answered, over and over again.

A few minutes later, as Spade stopped, he stared at Arren, who was flushed from the intense pleasure. He licked his lips and seemed satisfied with the result of his ’godly work’.

His dazed yet dark pupils were all Arren needed to realize that the rut had already hit! Spade was truly in a rut. He bit his lips, anticipating what came next.

Of course, even in this state, as though sensing the mood of his omega, Spade always complied. He leaned in again, this time for an even more invading and devouring kiss.

It was extremely territorial and controlling as his hand began to explore Arren’s back, sneaking his hand inside the omega’s shirt. As his hot touch made contact with Arren’s back, he couldn’t help but shiver, his moans were devoured by the alpha.

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