"St-stop!"
Lucien tried to claw his way out of the Leopard's relentless cage.
They had been going at it for what felt like forever, time had blurred into a haze of pleasure and pain.
His body ached all over, hypersensitive to every touch. But a large hand caught his waist and yanked him back, forcing him flush against the alpha again.
The sudden thrust made him moan despite himself.
"This is the price for making me furious," Edmund growled, his voice low and rough.
His hand slid down to Lucien's cock, stroking it slowly until it hardened once more.
"I wonder if it can even come again," he chuckled darkly, watching the omega's dazed expression.
The thick length inside him moved with a slow but hard rhythm, carving its shape into him, molding him to fit.
Edmund's eyes were glazed with lust as he admired Lucien's back, slick with sweat that caught the light, snake tattoo glistening and making him look even more dangerously beautiful.
"Ahhh… Hnnngg! Ed—Edmund, I can't…" Lucien gasped, his voice trembling.
The alpha's deep movements made him cry out his name, his pleas only stoking Edmund's hunger.
A sharp slap landed on his ass, making Lucien jolt as more warm thick liquid spilled from inside him.
"You're made for this, Lucien."
Edmund's hands brushed over his jewel's taut stomach, where every motion echoed the movement inside him.
It was big not only because of his hard cock, but because his semen from yesterday was still deep inside. Making it big like the omega is pregnant.
"You—you're insane… Hahhh, let me go!"
Lucien whimpered, clawing at the white sheets to crawl away. But Edmund simply grabbed his waist and pulled him up into his lap, making him sit astride the alpha's heat.
"No, no! Please…" he cried, his voice breaking under exhaustion and overwhelming sensation.
Even then, Lucien couldn't resist throwing curses at him.
"You jerk! Asshole!!!"
Edmund just laughed, delighted by the sight of his flushed jewel, his damp hair sticking to his chest, his amethyst eyes unfocused and his body trembling like a kitten.
It made the Leopard's heart swell with pride.
His precious jewel—the one he thought he would never hold—was now in his grasp, being fucked from morning until the next morning without rest.
"I'll make you pregnant with my cub. You'll be my beautiful jewel, locked away in my jewelry box forever," he whispered into his omega's ear.
Lucien's inner wall twitched in response, gripping down on his cock, making the alpha groan in pure pleasure.
The thought alone made Edmund hiss and shudder, his climax building fast.
He snapped his hips forward, fucking Lucien deep and rough, each thrust making him scream at the top of his lungs.
"Hahh… hahh… Lucien… you're so beautiful, my jewel…"
His cock swelled inside, pulsing as he came harder than ever before.
The bulge in Lucien's stomach grew with every hot spurt of cum filling his womb.
The omega moaned weakly, his own cock twitching and releasing only a small, pitiful amount in comparison.
Edmund chuckled lowly.
"So you can still cum after all."
He grabbed Lucien's jaw and kissed him gently, sucking on his jewel's ripe lips that tasted sweet like nectar.
Lucien's golden lashes fluttered slowly, his eyes dazed and dreamy.
The Leopard's cock finally slipped out of his hole with a wet pop.
A thick stream of semen gushed out like a fountain from Lucien's stretched entrance, spilling down as he groaned softly.
"Hnngg…"
Edmund smirked. "I'll buy you a nice butt plug so it won't go anywhere before your womb absorbs it all."
Those words made Lucien bite his lip. It was terrifying… but undeniably hot.
He loved the warmth of Edmund's cum pooling inside him, but pregnancy?
Hell no.
Luckily, he'd already taken contraception. Hopefully, it will hold.
One thing was certain though—Edmund's scent was intoxicating, driving his omega instincts into a fiery frenzy.
His stamina was monstrous; they had spent the entire day locked together, without a single real pause.
Lucien learned the hard way not to piss him off unless he was ready to deal with the consequences.
Suddenly, Edmund's phone rang, and his brows drew together in irritation.
He didn't want to leave his omega alone—not after having him for so long—but the damn thing had been ringing on and off for the last three hours.
Whoever was on the other end clearly had a death wish… or it was something too important to ignore.
No one normally dared to disturb the Gilded Leopard.
With a deep, reluctant sigh, Edmund leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lucien's temple.
"I need to go," he murmured. "But don't worry, you won't be lonely. The Twinster will keep you company."
The smirk that followed made Lucien's stomach tighten. He knew that look too well by now.
Edmund wasn't just possessive; he was delightfully unhinged. Maybe even more so than Mikhail.
Once the alpha was gone, Lucien finally let himself breathe.
He hadn't slept since yesterday, and his body was screaming for rest.
If he didn't recharge, he wouldn't survive another round with those two lunatics. Within minutes, sleep pulled him under.
When he woke, there was a steady knocking at the door. His lashes fluttered open groggily. The curtains were tightly drawn, plunging the room into darkness. Night had already fallen.
The knocking persisted: firm, rhythmic, and annoyingly patient. He tried to move, but pain shot up his lower body the moment he shifted.
His bottom was so sore he couldn't even sit up properly.
"Fuck… fuck you, Edmund," he groaned into the sheets, lying face-down in resignation.
At least he had a shirt on… though, of course, Edmund had dressed him in something ridiculous: a puffy long-sleeved top with a scandalously low neckline. Classic Leopard.
The knocking changed, three rapid taps.
Lucien's eyes widened, it was their code.
"You can come in," he called out.
The door opened to reveal a young man in a perfectly tailored butler suit. His dark brown hair was slicked back neatly, his black eyes sharp behind his glasses.
Ben.
Lucien had worked hard to plant this beta inside the White Manor, Edmund's civilian residence under his alias.
Edmund's staff in this manor was exclusively composed of rigorously trained betas: butlers, maids, gardeners, mechanics, chefs, even drivers.
Every single one had been handpicked for loyalty and precision. Slipping Ben in had required meticulous planning, stacks of bribes, and nerves of steel.
"How's the situation, Ben?"
Lucien asked, shifting upright against the headboard, masking his exhaustion with a composed, almost regal air.
Ben adjusted his glasses. "Everything is going according to plan, Servei. The only issue is… your grandfather seems to be panicking a little."
Lucien waved a hand lazily. "He'll be fine. He always is."
His eyes sharpened. "What about that dog?"
"He's still in a euphoric state."
A serpentine smile curled across Lucien's lips.
"Perfect. Keep him there. Let him drown in his little paradise… the deeper he falls, the faster he'll sink into the abyss."