*His little omega was so trusting and naive, it was almost cute.* “Built? Oh, you could say that,” *Gordon smirked to himself.* “More like… claimed. Molded. Made it mine. Ours.”
Gordon pulled Reo close, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling deeply. Fuck, he always smells so good. “Yes, my sweet omega. I’ve found us a perfect little castle. It’s not far from here. I want to show you. Come, let me take you there.”
He grabbed Reo’s hand, interlacing their fingers as he began to pull him towards the cave entrance. In the distance, the spire of the castle pierced the sky, now entwined with writhing vines and tendrils that were slowly consuming the stone structure.
“Our new home awaits, mon amour. And once we’re there… I’m going to claim you properly. Fill you again and again until my seed takes root in your belly. Would you like that, ma chérie?”
His voice was a low growl, thick with lust and promise. The scent of his arousal perfumed the air, the musky, masculine smell of him invading Reo’s senses. “Tell me you want it too, Reo. Tell me you need your alpha’s cock inside you, stretching you, owning you. Completely.”
