The Omega Knight's Secret Baby Daddy is A PRINCE?!-Chapter 107: Little Omega.

"Who knew you could be so beautiful, Captain?"

Kaelis knelt behind him, his own breath catching at the sight. Ezra’s bare back was a taut landscape of muscle and sweat, trembling slightly.

But lower... Kaelis’s gaze fixed there. Between the firm curves of Ezra’s ass, glistening in the dappled moonlight, was a glimpse of something pink and furled, slick with a clear, viscous wetness.

It pulsed, a tiny, desperate rhythm.

’So that’s how it works for a male omega.’

It was fascinating.

He’d never had the opportunity, nor the particular interest, to try this with a woman. They’d never wanted it, and he’d never pushed.

But this... this was different.

The biology was right there, inviting, prepared just for him.

He placed a broad hand on the small of Ezra’s back, feeling the heat sear his palm. "Easy," he murmured, though the command was for himself as much as for Ezra.

With his other hand, he reached down, tracing a path from the base of Ezra’s spine, over one quivering cheek, and down the cleft.

Ezra jerked. "Ah—!"

Kaelis’s fingertip brushed directly over that slick, pulsing entrance. It was impossibly hot, the skin there silken and yielding.

A fresh bead of wetness gathered at the tip of his finger. "You’re dripping," Kaelis observed, his voice thick.

Kaelis rubbed small, slow circles around the rim, feeling it twitch and clench around nothing. "Does it hurt? Or does it feel empty?"

He didn’t really expect an answer, but oh–

"B-Both," Ezra gasped, his face buried in the cape. His shoulders shook. "It... it aches. Please."

’Dear Aurethys, this is amazing.’

"Please, what?" Kaelis kept circling, applying the slightest pressure but not giving in.

He watched, mesmerized, as the tight ring of muscle fluttered under his touch, as more slickness eased the way.

He didn’t need oil.

Ezra’s body was providing everything. The sheer, raw functionality of it sent a jolt of pure lust straight to his already throbbing cock.

"Please... touch me. Inside."

"You’ll have to be more specific, Captain." Kaelis leaned forward, his chest brushing Ezra’s back. He lowered his voice to a whisper near Ezra’s ear. "Do you want my fingers? Or something else?"

Ezra whimpered, a high, needy sound. "Fingers... start with your fingers. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely." Kaelis shifted, lining up his index finger.

He pressed the pad of it firmly against Ezra’s entrance, feeling the resistance, the incredible heat. Then, with a steady, inexorable push, he sank the first knuckle in.

Ezra cried out, his back bowing, his hands fisting in the fabric. "Kaelis!"

The sensation was electric.

Tight, searing hot, and so unbelievably wet. Kaelis’s own breath hitched. ’Fuck. He’s so tight.’

He pushed deeper, slowly, until his finger was buried to the hilt inside the clenching, velvety heat. Ezra’s inner muscles spasmed around him, gripping, pulling him in deeper.

"Good god, Ezra." Kaelis breathed, the curse ripped from him. "You feel... incredible."

He began to move, a slow, shallow thrusting of his finger. Ezra’s whines were constant now, a broken melody of pleasure.

Kaelis curled his finger slightly, searching, and Ezra shouted, his hips pushing back desperately. "There! Right there!"

"Found it," Kaelis growled, a smirk touching his lips. He focused his attentions on that spot, rubbing and pressing with the pad of his finger.

"Shit...fuck...ah...ah..." Ezra dissolved into a sobbing, cussing, writhing mess beneath him, his proud discipline utterly shattered by biological need and skilled touch.

Kaelis watched him come apart, a fierce, possessive thrill coursing through him.

This was power. This was dominance. To have the unyielding knight reduced to this...

"More," Ezra begged, his voice ragged. "Another... I need another."

"Already?" Kaelis tutted, still working that one finger in and out with deliberate, maddening slowness. "So greedy, my little unmarked omega."

The term felt right, possessive and mocking in equal measure. "You’ll take what I give you when I decide to give it."

"Alpha, please." The word was a desperate, shuddering plea.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Holy fucking shit.

It slammed into Kaelis’s chest like a physical blow. His cock jumped, leaking profusely against his own stomach.

’Again. Say it again.’

"What was that?" he prompted, his voice dangerously soft. "I couldn’t hear it clearly."

Ezra sobbed, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. "Alpha... please, Alpha. I need it. I need you to stretch me. Please."

"How fast you threw away all your inhibitions for me...oh, Ezra. I might get addicted to this."

The raw submission in that voice, paired with that title, was the most potent aphrodisiac Kaelis had ever encountered.

With a grunt of approval, he slid his finger out, making Ezra whine at the loss. He coated his middle finger in the copious slick, then pressed both fingertips together against that begging hole.

"You want these?" he taunted.

"Yes! Yes, Alpha!"

"Then take them." He pushed. The resistance was greater, the stretch more pronounced. Ezra gasped, a sharp, pained sound that quickly morphed into a groan of profound relief as the second finger breached him.

Kaelis worked them in slowly, scissoring them gently, feeling the tight ring of muscle strain, and then accepted him.

The heat was overwhelming. The wet, clinging suction was perfection itself.

He fucked him with his fingers, setting a steady, deep rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds filled the small space between the trees.

Ezra was pushing back onto his hand now, meeting every thrust, his own cock dripping a steady stream onto the dark cape.

"You’re doing so well," Kaelis praised, his own arousal at a fever pitch.

He was so hard it was a dull ache. "Taking my fingers so perfectly. Such a good omega for your Alpha." The words felt foreign but right, unlocking something primal in his gut.

He curled his fingers again, pressing relentlessly against that sweet spot inside. Ezra’s moans became choked, his body tensing. "I... I’m gonna..."

"Not yet," Kaelis commanded, stilling his hand. He left his fingers buried deep, a constant, teasing pressure. "You don’t come until I’m inside you. Do you understand?"

Ezra nodded frantically, tears streaking his face. "O-Okay...Okay..."

Kaelis withdrew his fingers slowly, watching the stretched, glistening hole flutter around the emptiness.

He brought his wet fingers to his mouth, tasting Ezra—musky, sweet, uniquely him.

The act was more intimate than anything they’d done so far.

He gripped his own cock, lining the broad, leaking head up with that slick entrance. He rubbed the tip through the wetness, coating himself, teasing the rim.

Ezra shuddered violently, a broken chant of "please, please, please" falling from his lips.

"Do you want a third finger?" Kaelis asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Or do you want something else?"

"You," Ezra sobbed, pushing back weakly.

"Me? You have to be more specific. What about me do you want?"

"I want you. I want your... your cock. Please, Alpha, fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

"Hah...hahaha." The explicit, shyly uttered request was the final straw. It made him laugh how much his body wanted this now."

"Good. So good for me." Kaelis praised him, his voice rough with desire.

He leaned over Ezra’s back, bracing himself with one hand beside Ezra’s head. "Now, take a breath for me, little omega."

He pressed forward.