Vegaspete Oneshort

your beast..

Vegas’s claws dug deeper into soft  flesh of Pete hip, the sharp points grazing Pete’s skin, and the Omega shivered as a mix of pain and pleasure rippled through him. His breath caught in his throat, The dual sting of pain and shiver of pleasure danced through Pete’s body, like fire meeting ice under his skin. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly as he clung tighter to his Lynch King.

“Ah… more…” Pete’s voice was soft yet daring, a whisper that carried both a plea and a command. His hands clutching at Vegas’s broad shoulders as though he could hold the beast down by sheer will. His nails scraped lightly, leaving faint lines across Vegas’s skin.

The Lynch King’s growl rumbled low, vibrating between them like thunder before a storm. He leaned close, lips brushing Pete’s ear. “Careful, Phi……” he murmured, tongue flicking against Pete’s jaw.

“You’re playing with fire. You’re with a Lynch King, not some gentle wolf.” His claws flexed again, claiming him, as if warning him that one wrong push would unleash the storm.. His claws flexed again, possessive, almost trembling as though it took everything in him not to tear too deep.

But Pete only laughed, breathless and bright, his smile teasing as he tilted his head back.sound dripping with  pleasure and love into the dark air. His smile curved against Vegas’s mouth, fearless “And I’m with my nong, aren’t I?” His words were like chains around Vegas’s heart—chains he didn’t want to break free from.

Vegas’s lips curled, dangerous yet undone.The mighty King—the ruthless predator who ruled shadows felt his chest cave in with something warm, something that burned more than lust. Vegas pressed his forehead against Pete’s, his fangs bared in a smile that was half-devotion, half-possession. Then he pressed his mouth hard against Pete’s, claiming and devouring in a kiss that left them both gasping.