Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 211: So pretty [M]

He is so pretty. Too pretty.

And he is mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

The word won’t stop echoing in my mind. It’s like a drumbeat, an undeniable rhythm vibrating through my body, anchoring itself into the core of my being.

This omega—my omega—belongs to me.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I barely remember my own name, my own past. None of it matters. Nothing in this world matters except him.

I have never felt this out of control before. Never in my entire life have I been so utterly consumed by instinct. Even my worst rut wasn’t this bad.

But this?This is different.

This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

It’s primal.

It’s raw, desperate, overwhelming—like a fire burning inside me, eating me alive, searing away all reason.

The carriage ride here was unbearable. Every second I spent next to him, with his scent clouding my senses, was a slow, torturous death.

He didn’t even have to do anything. Just existing, just breathing, was enough to make me tremble with the effort it took to hold myself back.

I nearly lost it.

More than once, my fingers twitched to grab him, to pull him into my lap, to tear through the layers of clothing keeping me from his skin.

But I forced myself to wait.

To be patient. I failed, I had to have him, and that wasn’t enough at all and now that I finally have him alone—now that nothing is standing between us—I can’t wait another second.

His scent fills the room, thick and intoxicating, and my vision blurs at the edges. The need is too much—it’s too sharp, too intense, too overwhelming.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

All I know is that I need him.

Now.

The beautiful lingerie he wore for me—delicate, expensive, clearly made for admiration—is gone in seconds.I don’t even remember ripping it off,one moment it was there, hugging his body, and the next, it was in tatters on the floor, completely forgotten.

I should care. I should cherish this moment, take my time, savor the sight of him dressed so perfectly for me.

But I can’t.Not today.

Not when I’m burning alive from the inside out.

I don’t even give him a chance to react before I grab him, pulling him against me, pressing him hard against the wall.

He gasps at the sudden movement, his breath hitching, his hands splaying against the stone as I cage him in.

His body is so warm, so soft, and my hands move on their own—greedy, desperate, tracing over his skin as if I can brand myself into him.

My chest rumbles with a growl, my lips pressing against the back of his neck, inhaling deeply. His scent is thicker here, stronger, seeping into my lungs, making me feel drunk.

And then I feel it.His tremble.

The slight shudder that runs through him.

I pause.

I freeze.

For just a split second, clarity slices through the haze, and I blink as if waking from a fever dream.

Did I hurt him?

I loosen my grip immediately, my pulse hammering in my ears.

"Noelle?" My voice is hoarse, thick with need but gentle.

I brush his long, damp hair aside, exposing the faint tan line where his collar used to be. The sight makes my chest ache in a way I don’t fully understand.

For a moment, he’s silent, his breaths uneven.

And then—

"I won’t be if you don’t get down to it right now."

His voice is shaky, but strong, filled with impatience and demand.The words ignite something inside me,something dark, possessive, uncontrollable.

Something that doesn’t want to stop.

My fingers tighten on his hips, a low, warning growl spilling from my throat as I press my forehead against his neck.

I snarl, the sheer force of my need making my entire body tremble.He whimpers, and the sound destroys me.

I snap.

I grab his waist, holding him in place, pinning him against the wall as I align myself against his entrance.

I barely give either of us a chance to breathe before I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one swift stroke.

He gasps, his body clenching around me, his fingers gripping the wall for support.

Fuck.

So tight.

So perfect.

So mine.

A guttural groan rumbles from my chest, my head falling forward as I struggle to hold myself together.

For a moment, I don’t move, just savoring the feel of him, his warmth, his tightness, the way his body welcomes me completely.

Then, slowly, I pull back—

And slam into him again.

His breath breaks, a shattered moan escaping him, his back arching as I drive deeper.

I grab his chin, tilting his head back until his lips are just below my ear, his gasps making my skin shudder.

"You’re taking me so well," I murmur, my voice thick with praise and possession.

He whimpers, his body trembling beneath me, his scent flaring—thickening in the air as if he’s calling out to me.

I snarl and bite down on his shoulder—not a mating mark, not yet, but a warning.

A promise.

He shudders, his entire body going rigid.

Then—he breaks.

His body clenches down around me, his moan breaking into something raw and desperate, and I feel him shatter.

The tight squeeze of him, the way he milks me, drags me over the edge with him.

I slam into him one last time, deeper than before, pressing him flush against the wall, my forehead resting against his damp shoulder as I spill into him, filling him so completely it feels like an unbreakable claim.

His scent swells, wrapping around me like a second skin, and I know that this is it, as it I wasn’t already deeply in love, I think I’m helplessly in love even more.

My body trembles, my grip still tight on his hips, holding him in place as I ride out the aftershocks.

For a long time, neither of us move. Our breaths are uneven, our bodies still locked together, unwilling to separate.