The air in the master suite was thick enough to taste, saturated with the heavy, musky scent of Dark Cedar and the sweet, almost desperate bloom of White Jasmine. Outside, the Imperial City was silent, but inside these silk-draped walls, a storm was breaking.
Lin Cheng hovered over Lu Hang, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the smaller boy whole. This wasn't the drunken, clumsy fumbling of the "scum" Alpha from the original book. This was a soul from another world, fueled by a healthy, roaring heart and a protective obsession that bordered on mmadness
Lin Cheng leaned down, his lips brushing against Lu Hang's ear. "Do you hear that, Hang-er?" he whispered, his voice a gravelly rumble. "That's my heart. It only beats this fast when I'm looking at you."
He moved his mouth to Lu Hang's throat, his tongue tracing the frantic pulse point. He didn't just kiss; he claimed. He used his teeth to graze the soft skin, eliciting a sharp, needy gasp from the Omega. When he finally settled on a patch of cream-colored skin near the collarbone, he sucked with a slow, rhythmic pressure.
Lu Hang's fingers dug into the silk pillows, his back arching off the bed as he felt the possessive mark being branded into his flesh. It wasn't pain—it was the intoxicating heat of belonging to someone who actually cherished him.
Lin Cheng's hand, large and calloused, slid down Lu Hang's chest, his thumb teasing a nipple until it was a hard, sensitive peak. He took it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud in a slow, torturous circle before sucking it deep into his heat.
"Ah... Lin Cheng... please..." Lu Hang's voice was a broken thread of silver.
Lowering his hand, Lin Cheng found the entrance to Lu Hang's sanctuary. The Omega was already weeping—not with tears, but with the slick, honey-like proof of his arousal. Lin Cheng slid one long, elegant finger inside, testing the tight, velvet heat.
He didn't rush. He added a second finger, spreading the Omega open with a slow, agonizing precision. He began to move them in a deep, curling motion, searching for the hidden spot that would break Lu Hang's resolve. When he found it, Lu Hang's entire body went rigid, his violet eyes rolling back as a high, sweet moan tore from his throat.
Lin Cheng leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the slickness from his own fingers before plunging them back in, deeper this time, stretching Lu Hang until the boy was sobbing his name. "You're so tight for me," Lin Cheng groaned against his skin. "So perfect."
Lin Cheng could no longer hold back the primal "Rut" screaming in his blood. He parted Lu Hang's legs, draping the silver-haired boy's knees over his broad shoulders. The visual contrast was a masterpiece: the dark, powerful Alpha hovering over the pale, ethereal Omega.
As he pushed inside, slow and relentless, Lu Hang felt his breath leave him. He felt full—stretched to the limit by a strength that seemed to reach the very back of his soul.
"Look at me, Lu Hang," Lin Cheng commanded, his hands pinning Lu Hang's wrists to the headboard. "I want you to see exactly who is claiming you."
Lu Hang opened his eyes, blurred with pleasure, to see the raw, amber fire in Lin Cheng's gaze. As Lin Cheng began to move—long, heavy strokes that hit the very depths of his heat—the room vanished. There was only the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the frantic mixing of their scents, and the overwhelming feeling of being seen.
Lin Cheng's pace became frantic, his muscles rippling under a sheen of sweat as he drove himself into his mate. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the scent gland on Lu Hang's neck, teasing the final, permanent bite.
"You are mine," Lin Cheng roared, his voice thick with the coming release. "In this life, and every life after. No one else touches you. No one else marks you. You are the King's only treasure."
Lu Hang could only cling to him, his world exploding into a thousand shards of violet light as he reached his peak, his body trembling in the aftershocks of a passion that had finally turned his tragedy into a sanctuary.