The challenge, the raw demand in his omega's voice, had been enough. Dax's laughter died, replaced by a predatory focus. "As you wish," he growled, and began to move.
He started with a deep, rolling rhythm that stole the air from Chris's lungs. Each thrust was a powerful stroke, intended to fuel the already raging fire between them.
The room was a haze of scent and sound - the spiced rum of Dax's dominance, the clean rain of Chris's heat, and the dark, heady perfume of their bond twining together like smoke.
Chris met him thrust for thrust, his body a pliant, demanding force beneath him, his legs locked around Dax's waist, pulling him far deeper.
Dax watched him, mesmerized by the sight of his strong, dominant omega lost in pleasure, his head thrown back, his throat a long, vulnerable line.
He could feel the change beginning. A deep, primal tightening at the base of his spine. His cock, already thick and buried deep inside Chris's heat, began to swell.
