Lord Voldemort is a well-known alpha, famous because of his lust for power. Draco Malfoy, the son of one of the Dark Lord's followers: Lucius, is an omega. The Malfoy Lord, ashamed of a Omega son, has done everything in his power to keep his son's s...
Previously on When The Devil Falls - "Yes," Draco whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, happy tears having broken free of beautiful starry eyes. "Yes, Marvolo. I will marry you."
As the gala wound down and the night grew late, Draco and Marvolo retreated to their chambers, the events of the evening still swirling in their minds. The excitement of the engagement soon settled into a warm, contented glow, Draco and Marvolo found their lips meeting in tender, lingering kisses.
With each kiss, Marvolo felt a surge of desire coursing through him. As his hands slipped beneath Draco's shirt, he was struck by the softness of the omega's skin, a sensation that sent shivers of pleasure racing down his spine.
Marvolo's lips trailed a path of fire along Draco's jawline, down his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and red bruises in their wake. Draco's breath hitched in his throat, his heart racing. Draco's fingers tangled in Marvolo's hair, pulling him closer as their lips moved in a heated dance, each touch sending waves of electricity coursing through their veins.
It was a revelation, this intimate contact with Draco, far more potent and intoxicating than any embrace they had shared before. With each kiss and caress, the passion between them ignited like wildfire, consuming them both in its fervour.
Marvolo's lips trailed a path across Draco's flat stomach, savouring the warmth and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. He soon found out that Omega skin was the softest thing he had ever touched in his entire life. It was softer than fun, smoother than satin and felt so delicate. He now understood just why Lucius had thought doing what he did was a good idea. Rage coursed through his body at the thought of the man who had tried to hurt his mate.
Marvolo's hands roamed over Draco's body, tracing the contours of his form with a reverence that bordered on worship.
Draco, realizing something was wrong, once again carded his fingers through The Dark Lord's hair, getting rid of non-existent tangles. The man sagged in relief, burying his face in the soft skin of Draco's abdomen at the gentle touch.
Draco shifted a bit so that the red-eyed man was practically using his waist as a pillow and then spoke up "What happened, darling?"
"Nothing...Lucius is a dead man tomorrow." growled the Dark Lord.
Draco's heart clenched at the dark promise in Marvolo's words, his fingers instinctively tightening in the Dark Lord's hair.
Marvolo's grip on Draco's waist tightened, his expression hardening with resolve. "He crossed a line that cannot be forgiven," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Draco felt a surge of warmth flood his chest at Marvolo's words, his heart swelling with love and gratitude for the man who had become his everything.
JUST CONVEYING - THEY DID NOT HAVE SEX
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