Siren's Kiss

46: A Fury from the Sea

"For you to truly experience the pleasure, to get what you need from it, Ciel, you have to want it. You have to want it so badly that you'll beg for it."

Ciel closed his eyes as the words sank in. He dreaded what he was about to do, even though he knew there was no turning back. He hated being an omega for this very reason—their lives revolved around heat, serving alphas, and continuing the best bloodlines.

How could he stop now?

Wasn't he the one who started this? He was already here, naked, on his hands and knees, feeling every searing touch from his alpha. The hardest part to accept was that he had incited Drake. It was his relentless need that had awakened this side of Drake. To stop now would mean leaving with all the guilt and none of the satisfaction. He could do nothing but see it through to the end.

Despite everything, Ciel had never felt this aroused in his life. Drake had a way of making him feel that being an omega wasn't entirely a curse. Deep down, he knew that some part of him had always wanted this, and had been waiting for the right alpha to bring it out. When he opened his eyes and saw Drake watching him so intently, he nodded, acknowledging the desire he could no longer deny.

Drake smiled, and a fresh wave of fear and lust coursed through Ciel. "Please... Drake... punish me harder!" The words tumbled out with sudden conviction. His hips were already swaying in anticipation of what was to come.

Drake never wanted to subjugate Ciel, not even a little. That wasn't who he was. He had never put much stock in the fact that he was born an alpha, destined to dominate omegas at will. Perhaps that's why fate brought them together—they both despised the hierarchy imposed by their second genders, the struggle over who would come out on top and who would be forced into submission. His heat had never surfaced before because none of the omegas he'd met had shown him the true meaning of powerlessness, of being under someone else's control.

Even now, as his alpha rut slowly consumed his mind and soul, it felt like Drake was the one under Ciel's command, not the other way around. His arousal was so intense it bordered on pain, and all he wanted was to conquer Ciel in the way he craved most.

"Ahh... fuck," was all Drake could manage as the tip of his cock twitched at the wet heat of Ciel's entrance. Ciel hesitated, the memory of earlier pain flickering in his mind, but the yearning for what was to come overpowered it. Drake paused to touch his face affectionately, then guided Ciel's hips higher, forcing him to straighten his knees and balance his weight between his hands and feet. Finally, Ciel felt the hard length of his alpha sliding easily into his aching hole.

"Mmmhhh," Ciel moaned, shuddering as Drake responded with a deep, guttural groan.

For a moment, Drake paused, holding still. They both seemed to search for each other's souls, trying to gauge one another. The space between them felt charged, heavy with their mingled scents—hunger, longing, and everything they'd suppressed for so long. Then, after that brief silence, Drake began with hard, driving thrusts that left Ciel's words tumbling out in garbled gasps.

It was strange, almost ironic, that everything Ciel once despised about alpha and omega mating was now the very thing he craved. He found himself enjoying the demeaning innuendos, reveling in the power dynamics of their passion. The more violently Drake pounded into him, the more Ciel relished every word, every action, and every moment, urging him to continue with even more intensity.

"Yes!" Ciel cried out, his voice barely coherent as he wrapped a hand around his own erection, seeking more pleasure.

But Drake had other plans. He pressed Ciel's body deeper into the bed, guiding his hands to grip the edge before taking hold of his reddened buttocks, kneading them roughly as he continued his relentless thrusts.