Caspian was forced to stare at his reflection in the mirror in this new position.
It was a little hard to recognize the fucked out, scent-drunk Omega staring back at him.
There was a startling splash of red smeared on his lips and he knew that it wasn’t lipstick.
He cried out when Asher sucked hard on the scar on his shoulder, the action sending sharp tingles down his body.
Asher always treated the scar with reverence and a little guilt but now it seemed like he was barely holding himself back from sinking his teeth into the healed skin again.
Caspian doubted that he would be able to tolerate that, his head had been occupied with far more pressing matters when it first happened...
But even then it had hurt really bad.
He gasped when Asher released his hold on his neck, breathing easier only to have the oxygen fucked right out of his lungs.
This new position made Asher get even deeper, and every time his gaze dropped to where they were joined in the mirror, he could see the worrying outline of Asher’s dick in his stomach.
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It was already too much, his head resting on Asher’s shoulder, body weak from pleasure.
Pleasure throbbed deep in his chest from Asher’s painful grip, it felt like a clamp, cumming with a cry of Asher’s name when he recklessly tugged on it.
His toes curled as he shuddered on Asher’s dick, his hands barely able to hold onto the Alpha’s arm as his hands were trapped against his body.
It felt like his orgasm stretched on for an eternity, tears of pleasure spilling down his face, his mouth open, breath steamy and sweet.
Asher cumming right after him was just as startling as his orgasm had been but even that was nothing compared to the shock of feeling Asher’s knot swell.
Caspian fell forward slightly as the Alpha worked his knot inside of his already well-abused hole, making desperate little sounds.
He would shy away from the Alpha’s knot splitting him open if he could move, his legs swinging helplessly in mid-air.
He had no option but to stay right there and take it, quivering from overstimulation when his hole was plugged up.
Asher pressing gentle kisses into the side of his neck made him look up, his bottom lip wobbling with tears at the recognition in those hazel-gold eyes.
Asher returned his gaze like he could instinctively feel him staring at him, and for a split second, it felt like Caspian could taste the Alpha’s emotions.
Pleasure, self-loathing, relief, guilt... It made for an overwhelming mix of emotions.
His body gave out on him at that point, his vision swam and it wasn’t from his tears.
For all of Caspian’s claims of being sturdy, his body could only take so much.
He gradually went limp while Asher’s knot still spurted cum deep in his hole. His tummy pudging because he was completely plugged up.
Asher gingerly held Caspian’s ruined body protectively, even though he knew well that the only person the Omega needed protecting from was him.
He couldn’t stand to look at Caspian in the mirror, the already darkening bruises in his pale skin standing out in stark relief.
There were a lot of things wrong with the image they painted in the pheromone-filled bathroom.
The first and most important one was that even though he hadn’t felt as out of control as the first time, he still caused this much damage to Caspian.
It made him shudder to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t wrenched himself away in time.
Another thing that was fucking wrong was his knot nestled deep in Caspian’s soft pliant hole...
What the fuck was that about?
It wasn’t in rut so it was the strangest thing yet.
Was his body just beginning to break down? Would the malfunction continue until either he or Caspian succumbed to it?
It was a little unfair how lucid he was now, it made him feel like a joke. Like he was nothing more than the base instincts of his secondary gender.
Asher worked on autopilot when his knot went down, reverently cleaning Caspian up.
The Omega even in sleep clung to him, and all Asher could think of was how much he didn’t deserve him.
He wore Caspian one of his shirts and a pair of his own pants, like hiding the Omega’s body would erase all he had done to him.
Asher pressed a kiss into Caspian’s damp hair, his expression tortured as he started for the door.
He hated to admit that Jael was right, he had to do something about this recurring problem.
He dropped in on the Beta who was still fast asleep although it was well past dawn, his brows drawn tight in worry.
Asher’s bitter chuckle was silent in the Beta’s room, not wanting to interrupt his sleep.
He was always quick to say how much he wasn’t like his father, but he was forced to face the possibility that their curse was inevitable.
He slipped out of the room just as quietly as he had stepped in, the one person he could run to to help him fix his current problem was dealing with one of his.
Asher briefly considered Jael’s suggestion to reach out to his father, and he scrapped the thought as soon as it popped up in his head.
He didn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to murder the son of a bitch again, and this time he doubted he would fail.
Until he could run to Jael for a solution, he would just drown himself in work and simply hope that there wouldn’t be a repeat of this morning.
He hated to leave Caspian behind and have the Omega wake up all alone but he didn’t exactly trust himself to be around him at the moment.