Chapter 19 Patience to the Limit
Saturday, March 3rd. Magnus' bedroom, 11:45 p.m.
He felt his heart pounding furiously behind his ribs, breathing in and out with loud gasps, his whole body covered with a thin layer of sweat, the hair stuck to his forehead, as his muscles contracted from the effort.
He was hot, very hot, a whole set of emotions being generated in his belly, driving him crazy, insatiable. Wanting to consume the body that was falling apart under him, to melt into his skin, to capture every little detail of his anatomy. Begging for more, just a little more...
Alexei touched everything with his big, strong hands, delighting in Xander's flexible body twisting on the sheets of his bed, emitting high-pitched, ecstatic moans. His eyes were glazed with desire, lips red and swollen from biting into them, squeezing the silken fabric between his fingers.
He felt like his wolf was scratching his conscience, wanting to get more of that drug, howling, roaring to satisfy the latent need to possess it, to dominate it, to consume it. The Alpha ran his tongue around the thin neck, inhaling deeply that scent that amazed him more and more and trapped him in a greater state of frenzy. He bit and sucked, satisfied to plant crimson marks in his path, listening to the sobbing drowned in succession by the Omega.
The Alpha could feel his dick so hard that it started to hurt because of the increasing demand to be inside that tight body as fast as possible, slamming into its tight and slippery channel. His palms ran across the flat chest, squeezing between his digits the erect nipples, squeezing them and pulling them gently, earning increasingly demanding moans in response.
Alexei was beginning to lose the little self-control he had left. He needed to feel it, to penetrate him so deeply, to make him scream his name until he lost his voice. His caresses descended, gently brushing against the dick that was begging for attention, which was stiff and with drops of semen sprouting from the red, swollen head.
-"Magnus, please..." - Xander groaned and begged that the Alpha was almost in a completely primitive state, eager to possess him right then and there, but he tried to prolong the moment a little longer... Just a little longer.
Sliding his fingers even lower, he circled Xander's needy entrance, which was already wet from the abundant natural lubricant he produced from the excitement, contracting around nothing. It was pulsating as if it had a life of its own and wanted something to fill it. So very slowly he stuck a finger into the tight opening.
-"God, Magnus!" - was the scream of pleasure that his little cat howled, captivated by the thick tears flowing down his temples, his cheeks blushing and his breath even more labored.
He began to move his finger inside him, slowly but steadily. He felt the tension in his balls from the long-awaited release he wanted, so trying to speed things up a bit more, he inserted a second finger, continuing his work of stretching and preparing him.
-"Fuck. I can't. Magnus, please..." - Xander cried out, clinging to the Alpha's shoulders for stability, digging in the nails as he moved his hip in the face of the urgent need to finally being fucked.
Alexei removed his dripping fingers and brought Xander's legs to his chest, managing to get between them. With his hand he brought his thick, erect, painful cock, positioning himself in the warm, pulsating opening, pushing to finally begin to enter...
His eyes open suddenly as he sits up from the shock, shaking on the bed. Thick drops of sweat were soaking every crack in his body, causing his hair to become wet and clothes to adhere to his skin. «Damn it... It was just a dream», he thought, exhausted, looking helplessly through the sweatpants he was wearing, at the erection beneath the fabric forming a tent.
Resigned and irritated, he got up to go to the bathroom where he stripped and threw the clothes into the cleaning basket. «Fuck, this is driving me crazy», he tormented himself, getting into the shower, turning on the water as cold as he could to try to decrease his unbalanced libido.
After Xander's fervent statement just before leaving the meeting room, he wrestled with himself not to spy on him through the cameras set up in the bedroom. He had to gather all his control and forbid himself to turn on the monitor, but since then, he hasn't been able to concentrate at all.
He kept thinking about his lush white complexion, the deep blue eyes that bewitched him, his full and seductive lips, those toned legs, the perfectly bulging and plump ass, and his smell... That delicious aroma that made him want to take it everywhere with him.
He was reaching the limit of his patience and did not know how much longer his fragile resistance would hold out. When he finally got out of the shower, he diligently dried himself and put on a boxer shorts to dive back into his bed and try to sleep again, praying that this time he would not have any wet dreams and suffer a raging erection again.
Sunday, March 4th, 9:20 p.m.
Alexei had refused to leave his office all day, avoiding as much as possible the small erotic body that was making him feel like a hormonal teenager again. In the morning he had woken up again totally hard from another fantasy involving Xander King, this time falling into temptation and taking care with his hand of the big problem standing between his legs.
At least for the rest of the afternoon, he was able to focus, although poorly, on some pending documents he had to review, but he ended just giving up and leaving everything halfway through once more. The Gang was busy too, Adrik and Nikon had gone out with several of the new henchmen to field training, Fred as usual isolated at the Arsenal, taking care of Adrik's custom rifle.
Xander had sent him a brief report about the discovery of new recordings, but he had gone to his room 20 minutes ago, so he assumed he would continue to look at them in the morning. Lev learning a new recipe with Mrs. Ewa, the cook of The Mansion and Yaakov was walking the streets, hoping to find some new clues about the case of the embarkation.
-Speaking of the King of Rome - he mumbles to himself when his phone displays a notification of a new message from his cousin, he presses on the screen to read it.
-"Magnus, the Alpha I mentioned before, who was on Xander's trail seems to be stepping up his search. Do you still want me to quit or take over?"
Shit, now he was intrigued about the identity of the supposed Alpha who was so eager to find the Omega. He thought that if he ignored it, he might give up, but he was very much mistaken.
-"No. I'll find out if Xander knows anything first" - responding quickly, he heads out of his office to venture into his hacker's bedroom.
The corridors of The Mansion at this hour were usually clear, all the surveillance of the house was concentrated outside during the night, so it was not surprising that he ran into anyone on the way. When he was nearby, he could feel that rich aroma of cinnamon and chocolate tripling, saturating his lungs and capturing his attention.
He thought it was because of being locked up there for so long, he had already marked his territory, so he did not take it as a sign to stop his march. So he went back on his way, at a steady pace through the corridors, with the phone in his hand, inspecting the new notification that he had received.
When he stopped in front of the door, he didn't bother to knock or warn, he simply opened it and walked in, closing it selflessly after entering.
-Xander, I need you to tell me... - stopping suddenly because of what his eyes caught when he looked up from his cell phone.
There he was: Lying on the bed, his cheeks flushed, the hair messy, small crystals of sweat on his forehead. Wearing nothing but a large white sweater of which he held the edge with his teeth, exposing his flat but defined stomach.
Legs open and flexed, hip bending to push his dripping cock into the tight tunnel of his fist. He caressed himself lazily, but his moans expressed something else, and with the other hand he was fucking himself with three fingers.
«Holy fuck...»