The Omega Who Wasn't Supposed to Exist Chapter 126: Let’s Grow Old Together

[Rynthall Estate—Silas’s and Lucein’s Chamber—continuation]

Silas’s tongue flicked lazily over Lucien’s hardened nipple, teasing circles and enjoying it.

anwhile, Lucein...touched his lips with his tongue, mumbling, "It’s chapped."

And then suddenly—

BITE.

"Ahhh—!" Lucien’s back arched, a strangled groan escaping his lips. He smacked Silas squarely on the head with his palm.

THWOCK.

"That hurts, you idiot!" Lucien’s voice was sharp, but his flushed cheeks and trembling thighs betrayed him.

Silas only chuckled, lips curving against his chest. "Mm... but it tastes too good to resist." His tongue soothed over the bite, slow and hungry, before suckling hard enough to make Lucien whimper again.

Lucien covered his face with one hand, groaning. "G-Gods... he’s sucking like a starving child. What did I marry into?"

Ignoring the complaint, Silas trailed upward, hot mouth brushing Lucien’s collarbone, then his ear. His voice dropped to a husky growl. "I’m going to put it in, my love."

Lucien shivered, tongue darting out nervously to wet his swollen lips. "Be... gentle. Please."

Silas shifted lower, his weight pressing Lucien deeper into the mattress. His thick cock nudged against that tight ring of muscle, sliding along the entrance with maddening patience.

"My love..." Silas groaned, voice strained, "...I spent all night loosening you, yet you’ve tightened again. As if your body is trying to keep out."

Lucien buried his face in the pillow, his voice muffled and shaky. "Ughhh... nghhh... j-just shut up and be careful, you idiot... There’s a baby inside !"

Silas stilled, his breath ragged, crimson eyes flickering with both hunger and restraint. He bent low, pressing his forehead to Lucien’s temple. His voice broke into a low, desperate whisper. "Yes... I will be gentle. I have to be gentle. I cannot... I will not lose control with you."

Then, slowly, his cock pressed forward—stretching him, filling him, inch by inch.

Lucien gasped, nails clawing at the sheets, body trembling as the thick length slid inside. His voice ca in broken moans. "Ahhh—S-Silas... ohhh, it’s... too much...!"

Silas gritted his teeth, sweat beading his temple as he forced himself to move slowly, his hips rocking shallowly. "Gods, you’re tight... so damn tight around , my love. You’re squeezing as if your body doesn’t want to let go."

Lucien bit his lip until it trembled, his legs instinctively spreading wider despite his protests. "D-Don’t say things like that—! Ahh—y-you’re impossible—!"

Silas pushed deeper, inch by torturous inch, until Lucien’s walls clenched around him so tight it nearly broke his resolve. His Alpha instincts scread to claim, to pound his Oga into the mattress until he ruined him inside and out—but his mind forced restraint.

Lucien writhed, his voice breaking into sharp cries. "Ahhh—Silas—gentle... j-just—ahhh—!"

Silas growled low in his throat, his cock buried halfway, pulsing with the effort of holding back. He bent close, lips brushing Lucien’s ear. "It’s your hole that is sucking in like it’s starving for . The baby is probably witnessing the things inside."

Lucien’s face turned crimson, nails clawing at Silas’s back as he whimpered, "D-Don’t say it like that—! You’re disgusting—ahhh—nghh—!"

With a sharp thrust, Silas sank the rest of the way in.

Lucien’s cry echoed in the chamber, high and raw. His body arched against Silas’s chest, tears clinging to his lashes as pleasure and pain blurred together. "Y-you bastard... y-you didn’t even warn !"

Silas kissed away the tears, his voice rough with desire. "I did warn you. I told you I’d put it in."

Then he began to move.

Slow at first—long, deep strokes that dragged his cock out until only the swollen tip lingered, then slamd back in with a wet, obscene sound that made Lucien choke on his own gasp. Every thrust was deliberate, every grind of Silas’s hips pressing him open wider, forcing every thick inch in until Lucien’s body quivered like a bowstring pulled too tight.

"Ngghhh—ahhh—!" Lucien’s cries broke into the air, raw and breathless. His fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles whitening as Silas shifted, hooking one of his legs high over his shoulder.

The new angle spread him rcilessly, exposing him fully—so deep, so stretched, Silas could see the way his cock disappeared into Lucien’s tight, wet heat. His crimson eyes darkened, hungry.

"My gods..." Silas groaned, voice gravelly, hips snapping harder. "I never said it before, my love... but your hole—it looks... fucking beautiful. Like a ripe, juicy peach just begging to be devoured."

Lucien’s eyes flew open, face flaming. "W-What the hell—?!"

Then—THWACK!

Lucien’s palm smacked the side of his head. "Stop—nghh—comnting, you idiot! Gods—ahhh—s-stop looking at it like that—!"

Silas only chuckled, unfazed, thrusting in deep enough to make Lucien arch off the bed with a broken cry. "Hnn... even saying you’re beautiful is wrong? Truly cruel, my Love."

Lucien’s glare was ruined by the tears trembling at his lashes and by the way his body clenched around him, milking him tighter. "I’m—ahhh—at my f-first trister, you bastard! You can’t—nghh—treat like so ripe fruit at a market!"

Silas growled low, slowing his pace but grinding deeper, gentler, his lips brushing Lucien’s ear. "Alright... alright, I’ll stop comnting. But gods help , my love... it’s hard to stay quiet when every thrust makes you look this good beneath ."

Lucien whimpered, his voice cracking into high-pitched moans as Silas rolled his hips, dragging over that sensitive spot again and again. "Hhhhnnnn—ahhh—Silassss—!"

Silas kissed his throat, his jaw, and his flushed cheeks, muffling his cries with bruising kisses. "That’s it... let go. Moan for . I’ll be gentle, I promise—but I can’t stop craving you. Not when you’re trembling like this under ."

Lucien trembled hard, his fingers gripping Silas’s hair, pulling him close even as he panted out weak protests. "G-Goddamn you... nghhh... s-so gentle, you say, but it feels... ahhh... like you’re splitting apart!"

Silas’s chuckle vibrated against his lips. "Then let split you apart with love, Lucien. Slowly. Deeply. Until you can’t breathe without inside you."

"Y-You’re insane," Lucien gasped, thighs shaking, his body shuddering around Silas’s cock as if it couldn’t decide whether to resist or drag him in deeper.

Silas only thrust again, deeper, smoother, savoring the way Lucien’s voice broke into another trembling cry. The slick sounds of their joining filled the chamber, obscene and wet, mixing with Lucien’s broken moans.

"Ahhh—nghhh—hahhh—!" Lucien’s thighs quivered, his body clamping down so tight that Silas groaned low in his chest, struggling not to lose himself.

Silas angled his hips just right—slamming into that sweet, devastating spot that made Lucien see stars.

"F-Fuckkkk—! Silasss—ahhh—!"

Silas’s cock plunged in and out, harder now, his hips slamming with enough force to make the bed creak violently. His hand slipped between them, wrapping firmly around Lucien’s cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Cum for ," Silas growled, his breath hot against Lucien’s ear, his teeth grazing the bond mark. "Cum for , my love. I want to feel you break around ."

Lucien’s entire body clenched tight, his walls milking Silas’s cock with desperate force. His vision went white as pleasure tore through him—hot, violent, unrelenting. He spilled into Silas’s hand, his cries shattering into incoherence as his orgasm wracked him.

"Ahhh—hahhh—! S-Silassss—!"

The feeling of Lucien clamping down around him, milking him, was too much. Silas groaned, rutting hard, grinding himself as deep as he could go. With a final, guttural growl, he spilled inside, thick and hot, flooding Lucien’s trembling body.

Lucien gasped, trembling beneath him, overwheld by the heat, the fullness, and the undeniable bond. His tears streaked down his flushed cheeks as he whimpered softly, still twitching from aftershocks.

Silas stayed buried deep, chest heaving, his forehead resting against Lucien’s. His hand, still wrapped around Lucien’s cock, stroked him through the last tremors until he went limp and whined weakly.

Silas kissed the corner of his damp lips, murmuring low. "There... my beautiful love. You did so well. You’re perfect."

Lucien groaned, swatting weakly at his shoulder. "Y-You’re insane... nghhh... and too rough..."

Silas chuckled, nuzzling him softly, pressing protective kisses down his jaw and throat. "Then I’ll spend all night making it up to you."

Lucien shivered, too drained to argue, letting himself lt against the warmth of silas.

***

[Bathroom—Later]

Steam curled thick around them, turning the bathroom into a cocoon of warmth. Lucien lay slumped against Silas’s chest, eyelids heavy, breath uneven but calm. Silas stroked his hand gently, slow circles that said more than words ever could.

"Do you feel good?" Silas asked quietly, almost afraid to break the silence.

Lucien nodded faintly, lips curving in a tired smile. "Yeah... I do."

Silas bent down, pressing a lingering kiss into the crown of Lucien’s damp hair. The scent of him—warm, sweet, undeniably his—settled in his chest like peace.

Lucien shifted slightly, resting his chin on Silas’s chest so he could look up at him. His eyes glistened in the dim light. "Silas..."

"Yes, my love?"

"Thank you," Lucien whispered.

Silas frowned softly. "For what?"

Lucien took Silas’s hand, kissed his palm, and held it against his heart. "For being my husband. For staying. For making believe I deserve this." His voice broke, but he pressed on. "I must have done sothing right to be blessed with you."

Silas’s chest tightened. Words didn’t co to him imdiately, so Lucien continued, his voice fragile but sincere. He guided Silas’s hand down to rest over his belly.

Silas’s heart clenched, and he pulled Lucien into his arms so tightly he thought he might break. His voice cracked when he finally spoke.

"No, my love.... You’re the best blessing for ," Silas murmured against his temple. "I love you—for walking into my life, even though it was drunk walk. But...I am glad you walked in my life." Lucein smiled, and silas continued, "I love you....For giving Elysia. For waiting for for three years... even when it hurt. For carrying our second child." He kissed Lucien’s cheek, his lips trembling with emotion. "I will always love you. No matter what cos, let’s grow old together, my love."

A tear slipped from Lucien’s eye, but he chuckled softly, burying himself deeper in Silas’s embrace. "Yes... let’s grow old together."

The hug was everything—two souls tangled in warmth, love, and the chaotic bond that only they could understand. The bathroom, filled with steam and silence, carried the sound of two hearts beating as one.

But then—

"But Silas..." Lucien said flatly, tilting his head against his chest.

"Hm?"

"...Why are you getting hard again?"

Silas smirked without sha, his hand slipping to cradle Lucien’s waist. "Because, my love... how can I resist you? Let’s go for another round."

Lucien groaned and flopped against his chest, muttering into his skin. "...And there goes my sleep again."

Silas only chuckled, tilting Lucien’s chin up for another kiss, the water rippling around them as the night promised no rest.