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This chapter contains explicit themes, strong language, and intense scenes that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Champ's POV
The night was quiet when I suddenly woke up, the heat around me like a warm embrace.
I slowly opened my eyes, only to realize that I was lying on top of Deux, my body pressed against his, while his arms were wrapped securely around me.
His fingers were threading lazily through my hair, a slow and deliberate motion that sent shivers down my spine. That was when I knew—he wasn't asleep.
I shifted slightly, lifting my head to meet his gaze.
"Did I wake you?" he murmured, his voice deep and husky, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were only half-open, heavy with something unspoken. "I couldn't sleep."
I only smiled in response before resting my head back against his chest, allowing myself to listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was calming, almost hypnotic, syncing with his measured breaths.
But even with that comfort, a familiar sensation began creeping over my body. A heat—deep, unrelenting, and dangerously intoxicating.
Seconds passed before I felt Deux's hand move from my hair, trailing down in a slow, tantalizing path—grazing the back of my neck, sliding down my spine, until finally, it settled on my backside. His palm was warm, firm, and possessive.
"Champ, I can't hold back anymore," he confessed, his voice laced with restraint, though the smile on his lips betrayed his hunger.
I tensed, fully aware of the growing hardness of his manhood pressing against my abdomen. It twitched, eager, desperate to be freed from its confines.
Our eyes met.
I swallowed hard, an internal battle waging within me. But this time... I refused to fight it.
This time, I didn't want to hold back.
Deux inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut as he whispered, "Your scent... it's changing again."
That's when I realized—my body was reacting instinctively, slipping into my heat without warning. But unlike before, there was no pain, no aching discomfort. Instead, there was only this maddening pleasure coiling in my core, urging me to give in.
"They call it Moonflower," I murmured, my voice trembling with need. "That's what they say my scent becomes whenever I'm in heat."
Deux's pupils dilated, his breathing uneven.
"So intoxicating," he muttered, his hands twitching as if barely restraining himself. "I want to move... I want to claim every inch of you, Champ. But my condition—"
I moved before he could finish, lifting myself slightly, shifting against him, making him groan.
Bringing my lips close to his ear, I whispered, "Then let me do the work, my Alpha."
And with that, I bit down on the side of his neck.
"Ugh—Champ..." he gasped, his body jerking beneath me.
His reaction only fueled my hunger. My tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin of his ear, teasing it, savoring the way he trembled.
His grip tightened around my waist, fingers digging into my flesh as if grounding himself.
I smirked against his skin.
"Deux..." I whispered, "I'm your Omega."
Something inside me told me I already belonged to him. Maybe it was the way his Alpha Toxins had already begun to lace through my veins, reacting to our every movement. Maybe it was the sheer desire pooling in my belly, making me crave him in ways I never had before.
Or maybe... it was simply because I wanted to be his.
I lifted my head and gazed into his dark, stormy eyes.
Then, slowly, I leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss.
Soft at first. Then deeper.
The warmth of his lips, the way they molded against mine, sent a shudder through my body. My heart pounded as he parted his lips, his tongue slipping in to tangle with mine. A delicious heat exploded between us, and I eagerly welcomed him, sucking on his tongue, drinking in the taste of him like I was starved.
When I finally pulled away, I was breathless.
Deux's lips were slightly swollen, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Champ... you're being incredibly wild tonight," he murmured, amusement laced in his husky tone.
I didn't respond.
Instead, I straddled him fully, settling myself onto his lap, pressing down against the hardened epitome of his manhood beneath me. A deep, guttural sound escaped him, his hands twitching against my waist.
He was still partially paralyzed, unable to take control. But that was fine.
Tonight, I was the one in charge.
Grinning, I took his right hand and lifted it to my face, inhaling his vanilla scent that I am craving for.
He watched me, his eyes burning with fascination, with desire.
I kissed his fingertips, letting my lips drag over his knuckles, then his palm.
It was worship.
I was worshiping him.
And I loved it.
I brought his hand to my lips, brushing soft kisses along his fingers. His skin was warm against mine, and when I took his index finger between my lips, I made sure to let my tongue glide over it, slowly, teasingly.
"Ahh... so soft," Deux murmured, his voice thick with desire.
The sound of his voice sent shivers through my spine, urging me forward. My tongue flicked against his fingertip before I took it deeper, letting it slide into the warmth of my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around it, watching him through hooded eyes, gauging his every reaction.
His lips parted slightly, his breathing uneven.
I didn't stop at just one finger. Slowly, I took his middle finger in as well, letting both fingers rest against my tongue before I began sucking again—slow, deliberate, teasing.
Deux's gaze darkened, and his jaw clenched.
"Ahhh... you're so warm, Champ," he whispered, exhaling a deep, shuddering breath.
I wanted to please him.
Not because I had to. Not because I was an Omega meant to serve an Alpha.
I wanted this.
I wanted to be the one to unravel him, to make him lose himself in the heat that simmered between us.
When I finally released his fingers with a soft, wet sound, I let them linger against my lips before pulling away. I could still feel the way he watched me, his gaze scorching as I slowly reached for the hem of my shirt.
The moment I peeled it off, I felt his attention shift.
His expression was unreadable at first, his eyes trailing down my bare chest. A flicker of something crossed his face—something primal. But then, I hesitated, instinctively covering myself, suddenly self-conscious.
"Deux..." I murmured, unable to meet his gaze.
"Hmm?"
"D-Do you... not like this?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. "I mean... I'm not like the other Omega females. I don't have the same—" I swallowed hard, pressing my arms tighter across my chest. "Don't Alphas prefer someone with... bigger and bouncy breast?"
His expression shifted instantly.
With what little strength he had, Deux moved, his large hand gently taking hold of my wrists. He didn't force them away, simply resting his warmth against my skin.
"Who told you that?" he asked, voice calm, yet firm.
"Jiggs told me about it."
I looked at him hesitantly, heart pounding.
He slowly shook his head and smiled, his grip gentle as he slowly moved my hands away, revealing my bare skin to him once again.
"Every part of you, Champ," he murmured, "I desire it."
The heat in his gaze sent my breath hitching in my throat.
Then, his hands moved—slow, deliberate—trailing over my chest, his fingertips ghosting over my sensitive skin.
"Mmf—" A soft gasp escaped me as a shudder ran through my body. I instinctively grabbed onto his wrists, my fingers digging into him as a rush of sensation coiled in my belly.
"You're more enticing than any Omega female," he murmured, his lips barely a breath away from my skin.
His words sent a rush of warmth through my veins.
He wanted me. He desired me.
I no longer felt the need to compare myself to others.
I let him touch me, let him explore, let him claim what was already his. His fingers traced the dips and curves of my body, memorizing me as if he never wanted to forget. His hands found my waist, gripping just firmly enough to make me shudder.
That was when I noticed it—heat pooling in my lower abdomen. A new, almost overwhelming sensation of dampness between my legs.
"Huh...?" I blinked, looking down at myself, noticing the darkening patch on my pants. "What... is this?"
Deux's gaze followed mine, and then he let out a quiet chuckle.
"Your body is reacting," he murmured, his fingers tightening around my waist.
A strangled gasp left my lips as a sudden rush of warmth of fluid spilled from deep within me. It was unmistakable—the undeniable evidence of my need, pooling against my skin, soaking into the fabric of my clothes.
I swallowed hard, heat creeping up my neck. "Deux, I—"
His grip on my waist tightened slightly, and I could feel the way his body responded to mine.
"It's alright, Champ," he murmured. "Let yourself feel it. Don't hold back."
I let out a soft whimper as another wave of pleasure coursed through me.
And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:
"Take off your pants."
I froze.
My breath hitched, my entire body tingling at his words.
I hesitated, but the way he was looking at me—intensely, hungrily—made my fingers move on their own. Slowly, I slid the fabric down my thighs, stripping away the last barrier between us.
And just like that—I was bare before him.
My body trembled slightly under his gaze, my skin burning under the weight of his attention. I felt vulnerable, exposed, completely his.
"Deux..." I whispered, my voice laced with nervousness while trying to cover my limp manhood.
His eyes softened slightly, but there was still a possessive hunger lurking beneath.
"I'm a male too, aren't you disgusted?"
"Don't hide from me, Champ," he murmured. "I like what I see."
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
Then, slowly, I let my hands drop from my lap, revealing myself fully to him.
His gaze darkened.
His fingers twitched.
His breathing became heavier.
He reached out, tracing a path along my trembling thigh before his fingers brushed against the heat pooling between my legs.
A strangled moan tore from my lips.
"You're so soft," he murmured, voice thick with restrained desire. "So warm."
I bit my lip, gripping onto his leg for support as my entire body trembled at his touch.
Then, his hand moved lower.
"Champ," he murmured, eyes locking onto mine. "Can I touch you here?"
I knew what he meant.
I felt it in the way his fingertips hovered so dangerously close to my most intimate place, the most sensitive part of my body, waiting for permission, waiting for me to surrender, waiting for him to 'enter'.
I swallowed hard.
And then, finally—I nodded.
His smirk widened, and before I could even prepare myself, his fingers dipped between my legs, pressing lightly against that sensitive spot.
"Ahh—!" A gasp tore from my throat, my body arching instinctively as I clutched onto his legs for support.
A rush of white fluid pooled against his hand, spilling down his wrist.
I bit back a moan, heat flooding my cheeks. "D-Deux... I—"
"Sshhh," he murmured, watching me intently. "Let go, Champ. Don't hold back. Let it all out."
I trembled, my body shuddering in his grasp.
And with that—he touched me again.
Deux's fingers moved again putting slow but soft pressure, teasing my most sensitive place, the outer part of my birth canal, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body.
"Deux!" I gasped, gripping onto his legs, my body trembling with every delicate touch.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "That's it, Champ... let me hear you."
His voice was like silk, wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating sensation of his touch. I felt the slow, deliberate pressure of his finger slipping inside, and for a brief moment, I thought it would hurt.
But it didn't.
Instead, a delicious warmth spread through me, making every nerve in my body come alive. My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I felt my body respond in ways I never imagined.
"So beautiful," Deux murmured, his gaze drinking in every reaction, every tremor, every quiver of my body beneath his touch.
A shudder ran down my spine as he eased his middle finger in deeper, pressing against something inside me that sent white-hot sparks through my veins.
"De-Deux... ahhh..." My voice broke, pleasure overtaking my senses.
A sudden pulse of heat coursed through me, and before I could even process it, my manhood released—thick, pearly streams spilling onto Deux's abdomen, painting his skin with my pleasure.
I gasped for air, my body shuddering uncontrollably, every nerve still humming with sensitivity. I looked up at him, only to find his eyes dark with desire, the hunger in them unmistakable.
The moment his finger curled inside me, pressing against that spot again, I nearly doubled over, my upper body flinching at the overwhelming sensation.
"Haaa... haaa..." I panted, gripping onto his arms as the tension within me coiled tighter.
Deux smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "I can feel you trembling, Champ... your body's reacting so beautifully."
I could feel it too. Every touch, every movement sent another rush of heat pooling between my legs, seeping down my thighs.
"You're soaking wet, Champ," Deux murmured, pulling his finger out slowly, a slick sound accompanying the movement.
I whimpered as another wave of liquid warmth spilled from me, coating his fingers.
"I-It's not just me," I muttered, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I looked at him.
His white lab gown was stained with my release, his skin glistening with the evidence of my pleasure.
Deux chuckled, utterly unfazed. "That's perfectly fine."
I hesitated before whispering, "Deux..."
"Hmm?"
"I... want to see it."
His gaze flickered with understanding, a knowing smirk curving his lips.
For a brief moment, I felt like a child asking for something forbidden, something sacred. But the anticipation—the sheer curiosity—burned inside me.
I wanted to see what that 'package' he is hiding behind that pants of his.
Deux nodded, his hands moving to unfasten his belt, but I stopped him before he could.
"I want to do it," I said softly, my voice trembling with both nervousness and excitement. "I want to unravel it."
It felt like unwrapping a forbidden gift—one that I had been craving without even realizing it.
I shifted lower, positioning myself between his legs as my fingers worked to undo the buttons of his trousers. My hands trembled, both with nerves and anticipation, as I carefully unzipped the fabric, revealing the evidence of his arousal beneath his boxers.
A deep inhale filled my lungs as I slowly pulled both his pants and underwear down, stripping away the last barrier between us.
And then—
I froze.
A shudder ran through me as I took in the sight before me.
"Ah..." I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the fabric of his trousers.
Now, fully exposed, Deux's arousal stood proud and unyielding—a testament to his Alpha nature. The sheer size of it made my breath hitch, my mind momentarily blanking at the thought of whether my body could handle something so intimidating, something bold and thick.
Back when I was still a Beta, my own body had already changed, reaching about 7.5 inches at its peak. But Deux... he was more than that.
Far more.
My lips parted slightly as I took in every detail—his skin, the rich tan that matched the rest of his body, the way thick veins ran along his length, pulsing, straining, as if calling out to me.
And at the tip—
My throat went dry.
The head was smooth, tan-flushed, glistening with a sheen of his own arousal. Beads of liquid pearled at the tip, threatening to spill, yet held back just enough to tease.
I felt lightheaded.
I had never truly thought about what lay beneath an Alpha's clothing before.
But now that I was seeing it—feeling the heat radiating from him, watching the way his length twitched slightly in anticipation—I found myself utterly captivated.
"Champ," Deux's voice broke through my trance.
I glanced up at him, meeting his smoldering gaze.
"You don't have to do anything if you're unsure," he murmured, his tone laced with restraint. "You can just look and touch it If it's too much—"
I shook my head. "I want to do this."
His eyes darkened, a slow, approving smile spreading across his lips.
I exhaled shakily, my fingers twitching as I reached out.
The moment my hand wrapped around him, warmth spread through my fingertips—solid, hot, impossibly thick.
A strangled groan escaped Deux's lips.
His reaction sent a thrill through me, igniting something deep inside me.
I let my fingers glide along his length, tracing the path of the pulsing veins, feeling the sheer weight of him against my palm.
The way his body responded—the way he tensed beneath my touch, his breath turning ragged—only fueled my desire further.
I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto the way his arousal twitched at my touch, as if eagerly awaiting what I would do next.
And with that thought—I leaned closer.
I wrapped my fingers around it—both hands needed to grasp his sheer size.
Compared to me, where only a few fingers were enough to hold my manhood, Deux required both of my hands just to contain his arousal.
That's how huge it was for me.
"Ahhh... Champ... haaa..." Deux groaned, his voice heavy with pleasure as I finally touched him.
His body tensed beneath my grip, his muscles flexing as I explored him with slow, deliberate strokes. My thumb trailed over the sensitive tip, slick with his essence, teasing the heat that pulsed beneath my touch.
A sharp inhale escaped Deux's lips, his brows furrowing as his body jerked in response.
"You are so sensitive," I murmured, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each shuddering breath.
The more I touched him, the more arousal leaked from him, warm and slick against my skin. I knew—if even a drop of this were inside me, it would change everything. It would bind us in the most primal way. It would impregnate me.
An unfamiliar craving burned deep within me. A need so raw, so consuming, that I could no longer ignore it.
I wanted to taste him.
Slowly, I lowered my head, bringing my lips closer to his aching heat. My breath fanned over his length, and before I could second-guess myself, my lips brushed against the very tip.
A bead of warmth spread against my lips.
Salty. Thick. Strangely intoxicating.
Deux's breath hitched, his fingers twitching against the sheets as he stared down at me with dark, hooded eyes.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, his hand moved, his thumb tracing over my lips, smearing his essence against them before slipping past, pressing lightly against my tongue.
Without hesitation, I closed my lips around it, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the pad of his finger with his fluid, savoring the taste of him.
"Ahhh..." Deux exhaled, his voice unsteady.
The raw desire in his gaze made my stomach tighten.
But I wasn't finished.
I released his thumb, lowering my head once more. This time, I parted my lips wider, preparing to take him in fully.
"Champ," Deux said suddenly, his voice tinged with concern. "You don't have to—"
I silenced him by running my tongue along his length.
His body jerked beneath me, a sharp groan ripping from his throat.
Slowly, I opened my mouth wider, stretching to accommodate him, but his size was overwhelming. Just taking the tip in was enough to make my jaw ache.
Still, I didn't stop.
I wanted to give everything to him.
A deep, guttural moan escaped Deux as I lowered my head further, inch by inch, until I felt the pressure against the back of my throat.
"Ugh—Champ—ahhh!" His grip tightened in my hair, his body tensing as pleasure overtook him.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the sheer effort, but I was determined. I wanted him to lose himself in me.
But just as I tried to take more, my throat protested, and I gagged slightly. Deux immediately reacted, pulling me away with gentle but firm hands.
I gasped, panting heavily as I wiped the corner of my mouth, my body trembling from the intensity of it all.
"Don't force yourself," Deux murmured, his own breath ragged. "I don't want to hurt you."
I met his gaze, my lips slightly swollen, my mind clouded with heat.
"I want to give you everything, my Alpha," I whispered.
Deux's expression softened, but the desire in his eyes only burned brighter.
He reached for me again, guiding me back down.
"Then let me guide you to do it," he murmured.
I obeyed, parting my lips once more as he held my head in place, his movements slow, deliberate.
"Relax your muscles," he murmured. "Open up widely for me, just like that..."
I did as he instructed, focusing on my breathing, loosening my jaw. And then, with one firm motion, he pressed himself deeper.
I moaned against him, my fingers clutching onto his thighs for support as he guided me at his own pace.
"That's it, Champ..." he groaned.
His length throbbed against my tongue, and I could feel the way he pulsed, the way his body tensed, the way his breath became unsteady.
Then—
A rush of his fluid streamed and filled my mouth.
Hot, thick, and overwhelming.
Deux let out a deep, shuddering groan as he pulled back, carefully withdrawing before he could push me too far. His essence coated my tongue, and I swallowed instinctively, savoring the taste of him.
When I looked up at him, he was breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his tan skin flushed with pleasure.
"If I had let that continue, Champ, you would have drowned in it," he murmured, reaching out to wipe the remnants from my lips.
I let him, parting my lips slightly as his thumb pressed against them once more.
I sucked on it, just as I had before.
"Ahh..." he exhaled, watching me with darkened eyes.
I swallowed again, my entire body burning with need.
"Haa... haaa..." I panted, my gaze locked onto his. "Deux..."
"Champ..."
"I can't control myself anymore," I confessed, my voice trembling.
He frowned slightly, tilting his head. "What do you mean?"
I swallowed hard. My body was burning, my mind clouded with longing, my very being screaming for more.
"Champ," he whispered, his voice low, teasing, intoxicating. "You really want this?"
I swallowed hard, my entire body trembling beneath him.
"Yes," I breathed. "Make me yours. Impregnate me, My Alpha."
A slow, wicked smile curled on his lips.
"Then spread your legs for me, my Omega," he commanded. "Because tonight, I'm giving you exactly what you begged for."
The last of my resistance and control shattered.
And I want him to take me.
And wanted to have his child.
End of Chapter 27