The Omega Knight's Secret Baby Daddy is A PRINCE?!-Chapter 108: Like A Virgin.

"Fuck."

The breath left Kaelis in a sharp, uncontrolled rush as the broad crown of his cock breached Ezra’s body.

It was just the tip, a mere inch of searing, velvety tightness, and his vision blurred at the edges.

’This...feels so good.’

It wasn’t just good.

It was a dizzying, overwhelming cascade of sensation that slammed into him with the force of a physical blow.

The heat was unbelievable, a slick, clutching furnace that seemed to pull him deeper even as he held agonizingly still.

His fingers, already gripping Ezra’s waist, dug in hard enough to bruise, needing an anchor to reality.

"K-Kaelis..." A raw, choked moan tore from Ezra’s throat, echoing against the trees. His back arched, pressing his ass more firmly against Kaelis’s hips.

"More," he gasped, the word wet and desperate. "Please, Kaelis, go in deep. I need it."

"Hah..." Kaelis’s own laugh was a strained, breathless sound.

He felt drunk, his head swimming. "Ezra... fuck. I’m not... I’m bigger than most. I don’t want to hurt you." The warning was genuine, a flicker of concern in the haze of his own pleasure. He’d never felt this stretched, this claimed, even as the one doing the claiming.

"I can take it. I know I can." Ezra insisted, his voice trembling with need. "I want you to. I want to feel you fill me up. Please."

To emphasize his point, Ezra pushed himself back, impaling himself another fraction of an inch.

A guttural groan was ripped from Kaelis’s chest. The movement sent a bolt of pure, undiluted pleasure straight up his spine. ’That’s it. I’m gone.’

Any remaining restraint was shattered. With a desperate, driving thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless motion.

The world went white.

Ezra screamed, a sharp, piercing cry that wasn’t pain, but a shattered, overwhelming sensation.

His body clamped down, a series of frantic, fluttering spasms that milked Kaelis’s cock in a rhythm that felt like it would unravel him on the spot.

Kaelis froze, fully sheathed, panting against Ezra’s sweat-slicked back. The feeling was indescribable.

Ezra was so tight, a perfect, slick, molten fist around him.

The cinnamon-sugar scent of his heat was everywhere now, intoxicating, mixing with the musk of sweat and earth and sex.

Every nerve ending was alight. He could feel Ezra’s heartbeat through where they were joined, a frantic pulse against his own.

"God, Ezra," Kaelis gasped, his voice ragged. He dropped his forehead between Ezra’s shoulder blades, inhaling his scent. "This is better than any sex I’ve ever had... I want to come inside you. Right now. I can’t even think."

Ezra turned his head, his cheek pressed to the cape, eyes glassy. "No, not yet—"

Kaelis didn’t let him finish. The urge to move, to take, was a primal drumbeat in his blood.

He pulled back almost all the way, the cool night air a shock on his wet skin, and then slammed back in with a force that made Ezra cry out again.

"Ah! Yes! God, yes!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. The pleasure was too immense, too consuming. He knew, with a distant, frantic part of his mind, that he wouldn’t last.

Not like this, not with Ezra’s body gripping him like a vice, hot and willing and perfect. So he gave in to the urgency, setting a punishing, fast rhythm. His hips pistoned, driving into that incredible heat again and again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and lewd, mixed with their harsh breathing and Ezra’s broken moans.

He held Ezra’s waist in a vice-like grip, using it for leverage, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust.

Ezra was a writhing, sobbing mess beneath him, his own hips pushing back to meet every plunge, his words dissolving into a mantra of "more" and "there" and "Alpha."

That word. It went straight to Kaelis’s cock.

His balls drew up tight, a familiar, urgent pressure coiling at the base of his spine. A wave of heat washed over him. "Ezra... I’m... I can’t hold—"

His warning became a choked-off shout. The climax took him violently, a blinding, white-hot detonation that erased all thought.

He drove in deep one final time, grinding his hips flush against Ezra’s ass as his body seized.

Pulses of intense, liquid heat erupted from him, filling the tight channel, each spasm wracking his frame with shocks of raw pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.

’This... this is...’

He slumped over Ezra’s back, shuddering, his mind utterly blank, aware only of the aftershocks and the incredible, clutching warmth around him.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.

’Am I a fucking virgin? How could I...come so early?’

Slowly, coherence returned, and with it, a stab of embarrassment. He’d lasted... barely a minute.

He nuzzled the nape of Ezra’s neck, an unconscious, soothing gesture. "I... apologize," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was... my first time feeling something like that. I couldn’t..."

Kaelis was a prince, for God’s sake.

Golden blood flowed inside his veins.

His whole reputation relied on being good in bed.

"Your Highness..." Ezra was trembling beneath him. Before Kaelis could say more, Ezra moved.

With a surprising surge of strength, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, forcing Kaelis’s spent cock to slip wetly from his body.

Then, in a swift, fluid motion, he turned and shoved.

"Ezra?" Kaelis, boneless and sated, tumbled onto his back on the cape with a grunt of surprise.

He stared up, dazed, as Ezra loomed over him. The knight’s face was flushed, tear-streaked, his eyes still dark with unmet need. His gaze dropped to Kaelis’s groin.

A slow, wicked smirk touched Ezra’s lips. "You apologized too soon, Your Highness."

Kaelis looked down. Despite his recent, explosive release, his cock was already hard again, thick and flushed, lying heavy against his stomach.

The sight of it, slick with both their releases, sent a fresh jolt through him.

"How did you–"

Ezra placed a hand on Kaelis’s chest, pinning him down and ultimately shutting him up.

There was a new certainty in his movements, a heat-driven purpose that overrode all shyness.

"It’s still hard," he stated, his voice low and thick. "My heat isn’t close to finished. And you," he said, lowering himself slowly, his eyes locked on Kaelis’s, "are not done with me."

Kaelis could only watch, mesmerized, as Ezra positioned himself above him. He reached down, guiding Kaelis’s cock, and without hesitation, began to lower his body.