Felix could only nod, his mouth dry, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The sight of Jake—powerful, confident, radiating dominance—sent a fresh wave of heat surging through him. He wanted to touch, to explore that perfect chest with his hands and lips.
Jake stepped forward again and reached down for the waistband of Felix's boxers. "These go too," he said softly but firmly. "All the way off."
His voice was a command wrapped in velvet. Without breaking eye contact, Felix hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, stepping out of them with a shiver. He stood completely bare before the Alpha, exposed in every sense—physically, emotionally.
Jake's golden gaze raked over him from head to toe, lingering on the flushed length already half-hard against his stomach. A dark flush rose on Felix's skin under that predatory stare.
"Perfect," Jake breathed. He closed the distance again, pressing Felix back against the mirror with one hand splayed against his chest while he kicked off his shoes and stripped off slacks and briefs in one fluid motion.
Now they were both bare—the movie star and the runaway Omega—and there was no pretending this wasn't happening.
Jake's hardness pressed firmly between them as he leaned in once more. One hand slid behind Felix's neck while the other trailed down to grip his hip hard enough to bruise—a claim being staked.
"*Mine*," he growled low into Felix's ear before capturing those trembling lips in a searing kiss—deep, claiming, punishing. It wasn't sweet or tender; it was dominance made flesh.
Felix moaned helplessly into it as Jake ravaged his mouth—one hand now gripping both wrists above their heads while Jake's tongue invaded deeper—marking territory like fire across kindling.
The moment air became necessary, Jake pulled back just far enough for their breaths to mingle—and then shifted focus lower—to that pulsing gland at Felizx's neck again—but this time…
He *bit* —not full bond yet but deep enough that pleasure-pain lanced through every nerve ending —making him scream muffled by glass under pressure of an alpha marking what belonged only to him now
"You're never leaving," whispered between pants "My scent will be all over you – inside you – your body will learn my rhythm"
And with no more words needed—he lifted felix up effortlessly letting legs wrap around waist as he carried him toward bed where real claiming would begin
They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Jake landing on top with Felix underneath, trapped by the weight of the older man. It was intoxicating in the worst and best ways all at once. He was utterly helpless, completely at the Alpha's mercy. He was a rabbit, and Jake was a hunter.
But he didn't struggle. Every nerve was tuned to that scent, to the need to submit, to be marked and taken and claimed. He let his head fall back, throat bared in surrender.
Jake took no time in taking advantage of that submission. His lips found Felix's neck again, his eyes flashing golden in the low light. He sucked and nipped along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hickeys as a warning against others.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured, hands running down the smooth expanse of Felix's chest. "You're my omega. Mine."
He shifted lower, licking and biting down the center of Felix's torso, over his stomach, his hips, his thighs. The muscles trembled beneath his touch, goosebumps rising across the skin.
Jake paused for a moment to look up at Felix, golden eyes burning.
"You want this, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh of Felix's thigh. "You want me to mark you up—make you mine. Say it."
"Y-yes," Felix gasped. His voice was strangled, strained. "Yes, yes I do. God, god, yes. Please."
Jake's smile turned predatory in the low light. He liked how desperate Felix was already. They'd barely started, and the Omega was already begging for more.
"Please what?" he purred, hands massaging Felix's inner thighs. "Use your words, doll. Ask me properly."
"I... I want you—need you," Felix said, his voice soft and breathless with desire. "Please... mark me. Make me yours. I'm begging you, please. I need to be yours."
His back arched as Jake's fingers danced over the sensitive skin beneath his hip bones. Every touch was electric, sending fire along his nerve endings. He was a live wire—too much yet not nearly enough.
"I'll take good care of you," Jake promised, his voice a low, possessive rumble. His hands reached higher, tracing the lines of Felix's hip bones. "I'll give you everything you need. I'll worship you like the treasure you are. And I will mark you so deep everyone will know you belong to me."
He pushed Felix's knees apart, forcing them to bend, leaving him completely exposed. He took in the view, his eyes raking over the naked form exposed beneath him.