Caught by the Mad Alpha King-Chapter 420: Us again. [Win-Win]

The declaration made the air between them tremble, thick with the scent of spiced dark rum. Chris felt it wash over him, the last of his resistance dissolving from his body. His scent, that fresh, cold rain, bloomed in answer, sweet and clean.

Dax’s mouth descended again, kissing a path down Chris’s throat, over his collarbone, his tongue tracing the small gap between his pectorals. Chris gasped, his back arching off the bed, his hands flying to Dax’s hair, fingers tangling in the white blonde strands.

’Yes, yes, yes.’

Then Dax’s mouth was on him, and Chris cried out, a sharp, choked sound.

Dax’s lips pressed against the faint silvery lines on his hips, and his tongue traced their paths with worshipful strokes. He kissed the soft skin of Chris’s inner thighs, his breath hot and damp. Chris trembled, his legs falling open in shameless invitation, a soft, pleading moan escaping his lips.

Dax looked up, his eyes meeting Chris’s from between his thighs. "You are perfect," he said, his voice rough. "Every inch. Every mark." He leaned in, his nose nudging Chris’s balls before his mouth continued its downward journey until his breath passed over Chris’s entrance.

Chris’s whole body tensed, then shuddered, and he felt a new wave of slick leak from his hole. The scent of it filled the space between them, mingling with the dark rum.

Dax didn’t hesitate. He flattened his tongue and licked a broad, wet stripe over Chris’s entrance, tasting the slick there. Chris jerked his hips off the bed, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Dax did it again, and again, his tongue firm and insistent, before he pointed it and began to probe, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing inside.

Chris was lost. The world narrowed to the feeling of Dax’s mouth on him, the wet, filthy sounds of Dax eating him out, and the overwhelming scent of their combined pheromones filling the glass room. He could feel the slick dripping from him, coating Dax’s chin, and the thought was so obscenely intimate it made his head spin.

He looked up, his gaze unfocused, and saw the reflection of them in the ceiling panels - Dax’s broad, powerful back bowed over Chris’s smaller body, the sky a vast, endless blue above them. It was like being watched by the heavens, and it only made the pleasure more intense.

"Dax," he gasped, his hands tightening in Dax’s hair. "Please... Dax..."

Dax raised his head, his face glistening with Chris’ slick and his eyes burning with primal desire. He crawled up Chris’s body, his mouth claiming Chris’s in a deep, possessive kiss. Chris could taste himself on Dax’s tongue, and it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

Dax positioned himself between Chris’s thighs, his cock hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum. He notched the head at Chris’s entrance, his eyes locked on Chris’s.

"Look at me," Dax commanded, his voice a low growl.

Chris’s eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Dax, at the raw, possessive love in his gaze. But then his gaze shifted, moving past Dax’s shoulder to the glass wall behind him. He could see Dax’s powerful back, the flex of his muscles as he held himself above Chris, and beyond that, the vast, endless blue of the sky. It was the most erotic and beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was being claimed by his alpha under the open sky, in a room that was both open and completely private.

Dax started pushing inside, a slow, relentless pressure that made Chris cry out. It was a burn, a stretch, but also pleasure. He felt himself opening up to Dax’s size, his body remembering and craving it. Dax paused when he was fully seated, his forehead resting against Chris’s and his breath coming in sharp pants.

"You feel so good," Dax groaned. "So perfect."

Chris couldn’t speak. He could only cling to Dax, his legs tightening around his waist, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Dax began to move, initially with slow and deep strokes, then faster and harder. He angled his hips, hitting Chris’s prostate with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, their harsh pants, their soft cries of pleasure. And through it all, the scent of their pheromones, a heady, intoxicating mix that claimed the space as their own.

Chris’s gaze was fixed on the glass wall, on the reflection of their bodies moving together, and on the sky beyond. He could see Dax’s face, feral with pleasure, and his gaze fixed on Chris. He could see his own flushed, sweaty face, and his lips parted in a silent scream. He could see the world outside, oblivious to the passionate, desperate claims taking place behind the glass walls.

It was too much.

The sight of Dax claiming him, the feeling of Dax inside him, and the scent of them surrounding him - it was all too much. With a cry, Chris came, his body arching off the bed, his cock spilling between them. His orgasm ripped through him, leaving him breathless and trembling.

Dax followed him over the edge with a guttural roar, his hips thrusting into Chris as he emptied himself deep inside him. He collapsed on top of Chris, his weight a comforting presence, his face buried in the crook of Chris’s neck.

For a long time, they lay there, the only sounds being their ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside their private bubble. The scent of their pheromones hung in the air, a reminder of their reunion.

Dax finally lifted his head, his eyes soft and sated. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Chris’s lips.

"Welcome back," he murmured, his voice low and ragged.

Chris smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. "It’s good to be us again."