Pretty little face

The door creaked opened and Cassius stepped back into the room, wearing a new set of clothes.

Elias had paled during this duration, his body desperately finding a means of relief.

Cassius stepped closer, his movements deliberate as his gaze swept over Elias. The scent of heat was thick in the air, clinging to every breath, sinking into his skin.

Elias laid sprawled across the sheets, his body trembling, his flushed skin betraying the desperate need overtaking him. His thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to ease the ache, his breath coming in shallow, uneven pants.

Cassius's jaw tightened. He had left only for a moment, yet in that short time, Elias had deteriorated into this state—completely at the mercy of his instincts.

He was supposed to be resisting this, supposed to be weakly fighting against his body's betrayal.

Instead, Elias had surrendered to it.

Cassius's blood ran hot. The sight before him—Elias vulnerable, pliant, wanting—stoked a dangerous hunger deep inside him. He had expected resistance, expected defiance.

But this?

This was far more tempting.

Elias's fingers curled into the sheets, his nails digging into the fabric as a quiet whimper escaped him. His scent swelled, rich and intoxicating, wrapping around Cassius like a vice.

His body was begging for an alpha's touch.

Cassius exhaled slowly, his self-control hanging by a fraying thread.

He should leave.

He should turn around and walk away before this spiraled into something neither of them could take back.

But then Elias shifted, his back arching ever so slightly, his unfocused gaze meeting Cassius's through the haze of his heat.

And Cassius knew—

He was never going to walk away.

Cassius moved closer, his voice smooth yet edged with restraint. "Look at you," he murmured, letting his fingers trail along Elias's flushed cheek. "Completely lost in your heat, desperate for something you can't even ask for."

Elias shuddered at the touch, his body instinctively leaning into the warmth despite the defiance flickering in his hazy eyes. His breath hitched as he forced out words between trembling lips. "D-Don't…"

Cassius chuckled, low and dangerous. "Don't what?" He leaned in, his masked face just inches away, his breath warm against Elias's skin. "Don't touch you? Or don't stop?"

Elias squeezed his eyes shut, his body betraying him as his thighs rubbed together again, seeking friction, relief—anything. His scent thickened, filling the air with unbearable need.

Cassius's fingers trailed lower, ghosting over Elias's collarbone before pressing against his racing pulse. His voice dropped, dark and possessive. "Tell me, Elias. Do you want me to leave you like this? Burning. Aching. Needing...."

Elias bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the whimper threatening to escape. He hated this—hated how his body begged for relief, how the mere presence of an alpha made him feel like he was unraveling. His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. "I… I don't…"

Cassius tilted his head. "You don't… what?"

Elias clenched his fists, the chains rattling against the bed frame. His pride warred with the unbearable heat coursing through him, but his body was too far gone, instincts drowning out reason. "I don't… want this," he rasped, though even he could hear the weakness in his own words.

Cassius let out a quiet hum, tracing the bruises on Elias's throat with his thumb. "Liar." His tone was soft, almost amused. "Your body says otherwise."

Elias turned his head away, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He knew it was futile—knew that Cassius could smell the truth, feel the way his body trembled with anticipation.

Cassius exhaled slowly, his grip tightening slightly. "Say the word," he murmured against Elias's ear. "Beg me… and I'll give you exactly what you need."

Elias bit his lips as he muttered a quiet please, Cassius had already claimed it once. What difference would it make now?

"Please help me"

Cassius took his time securing the blindfold, ensuring that not even a sliver of light could seep through. His fingers lingered against Elias's flushed skin, tracing the heat that pulsed beneath. Depriving Elias of sight made the moment all the more intoxicating.

The chains clicked open, but Elias barely stirred, too lost in the overwhelming haze of his own heat. His body trembled, needy and desperate, reacting instinctively to the alpha's presence.

Cassius tilted his chin up, admiring the way the blindfold accentuated his delicate features. "You're even prettier like this," he murmured, voice thick with hunger.

Elias whimpered, his lips parting as if to respond, but the words were swallowed by a desperate moan as Cassius guided him downward. His fingers tangled in dark strands, urging Elias into place. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down Cassius's spine.

"Open up" Cassius commanded.

Elias obeyed without hesitation, his body acting on instinct, on craving. The stretch was immediate, the size forcing a strangled gasp from his throat. His fingers dug into Cassius's thighs, his breathing ragged as he struggled to adjust.

Cassius groaned, tilting his head back as heat surged through him. "Good," he praised, voice rough. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

Elias couldn't answer—not with his mouth occupied, not with the haze of heat clouding his thoughts. Every inch of him burned, the ache between his thighs growing unbearable.

Cassius moved slowly at first, savoring the sight of Elias's pretty, blindfolded face taking him in. But as the pleasure mounted, his control began to fray.

Elias choked around him, the thickness making his already sore throat .... burn, but instead of pulling away, he only whimpered, his own need becoming more unbearable.

"More," he gasped, voice hoarse, barely recognizable. "Please—"

Cassius smirked, dragging a thumb along the wetness at the corner of Elias's lips. "You really are desperate," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Begging so sweetly. You should be careful—I might just ruin you."

Elias shuddered, his body arching toward the heat, toward the promise of being filled, of being claimed.

Cassius exhaled harshly, desire surging as he tightened his grip, preparing to take exactly what was his.