"No! I–I'm not! It's your cock, damn it!"
Lucien hissed as Edmund's hand closed around his shaft, stroking it slowly until the soft flesh stiffened under his touch.
Edmund leaned close, his voice a low whisper against Lucien's ear. "See? You're hard again. Just accept it, accept who you are."
He bit gently on the flushed ear, earning a broken groan as Lucien's walls tightened around him, trembling from pleasure he refused to name.
"You're an omega, made for your alpha's pleasure. You're mine."
"F–fuck, no! Ahhhh~"
Edmund moved inside him with slow, deep thrusts, each one hitting that tender place that sent Lucien's body shuddering and his breath catching between gasps.
He could deny it all he wanted, but his body wouldn't lie, it welcomed the alpha even as his voice resisted.
Edmund lowered his mouth, tracing the serpent tattoo on Lucien's back with his tongue, from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck.
