Hated By The Alpha-Chapter 223: Love

Mark slowly stepped aside, "Yes..." he replied.

Leon walked in, standing in the centre of the room and looking around the whole place.

Mark closed the door and turned to face Leon, leaning against the door.

"Why grey and black, your home is more homely... this feels... too cold," Leon commented, going over to the bed with black, velvet sheets.

Mark watched Leon quietly, still trying to figure out what his purpose was tonight.

"It was Lake, he said the room should look like my life, lonely and grey. He was mocking my lack of mate when he designed the room," He answered.

Leon frowned, "Lack of a mate... does he still mock you now?" He asked, swinging his leg as he sat on the bouncy bed, his eyes staring at Mark’s body before returning to his eyes.

Mark sighed, "Yes. Just this morning, he mocked him for having a small dick and not being able to please my mate, therefore resulting in him being dissatisfied. Again, this night, he said I was going to sleep alone and cold because my mate probably doesn’t want me. He still believes my life is lonely and grey." He shrugged and walked over to Leon, lowering himself beside him.

Leon frowned harder, balling his fists, ’Fuck Lake,’ he thought to himself.

"He’s wrong, though. You know that, right?" Leon questioned, turning his face to the side to look at Mark’s worried face.

Mark blinked, hearing Leon’s words, "He is? How so?" He asked.

Leon shrugged, "Because now you have a mate, you’re life isn’t going to be cold and grey anymore. Also..." he placed his hand on Mark’s thigh, sliding it under his towel, "Your thing isn’t small, far from it." His voice went an octave lower as his fingers grazed Mark’s monster, awakening it with his touch.

Mark’s heart skipped a beat, his body instantly warming up.

He quickly placed his hand over Leon’s, "Leon, we need to talk, seriously." He took Leon’s hand out and stood, a tent already forming in his towel.

This was the first time Mark had refused him. It had always been Mark setting the stage for things to happen, now that he was trying to get Mark to see how he felt, he was being turned down.

It really hurt so much, having a mate say no to your advances.

He felt the bed dip and turned to see Mark sitting on the other side of the bed, resting on the headboard.

His cheeks flushed as he recalled what they had done in that position back at Mark’s house. Then it had been Mark’s finger, now, it was going to be his cock.

Mark saw that Leon was looking at him and felt his tent grow higher, he was already starting to throb. He wanted to draw Leon onto his arms and show him just how much he’d missed him the whole day, but they really needed to talk.

Leon climbed onto the bed on all fours and crawled toward Mark, he reached beside him and sat down.

"So, you don’t want me anymore? Had your fill?" Leon asked, folding his arms.

Mark scoffed, "You can clearly see the answer for yourself." He looked at his tenting towel.

Leon licked his lips, "Fine. Let’s talk, then." He said, starting to unbutton his pyjama shirt.

Mark saw what he was doing gulped, adjusting himself on the bed.

"About what you said... returning to Paris tomorrow morning. I... I know you said I don’t have the right to ask you not to leave, but I was hoping that our time together might have been enough reason to convince you to stay with me. I mean, it’s okay if you really mean your words, but... I just thought we could make it. Do you really want to leave?" Mark questioned, his chest feeling heavy with Leon’s unknown answer.

Leon remained quiet until he finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it to the floor. Then, he knelt on the bed and pulled his pants down, proceeding to lie on the bed and stretching his legs to Mark, "Help me out of these, love." He whispered.

Mark gritted his teeth as he obeyed, pulling the pants off of Leon’s legs.

"Give me," Leon said to Mark, resuming his kneeling.

Mark handed him the pants, staring at his mischievous face, "Baby, you need to answer my question, you know? You hurt me." Mark rubbed his eyes, forcing his sane mind to stay at the top as he saw what Leon was pulling out from the pocket of his pyjama pants.

Leon pulled out a lubricant from his pocket, opened it and squirted a good amount on his hand. Then, he moved closer to Mark, lowering himself on his folded legs behind him as he knelt.

"We can talk while my hand gets busy, Mr. Mark. I don’t talk with my hands," he whispered as he slowly pulled Mark’s towel apart, lowering the hand with lubricant on Mark’s hot erection.

Mark sighed as he felt the cool liquid coat his head and his entire length. Leon’s hands made sure to spread the liquid generously over his hardness.

"You see? You’re loving it," Leon tilted Mark’s face up with a finger on his chin, his other hand easily stroking Mark’s dick.

Mark bit his lower lip, "I want you, Leon, just tell me if this is real or not." He rasped, his hips thrusting upward to meet Leon’s strokes.

Leon leaned down, resting his fireguard on Mark’s, "It’s real, Love. I’m sorry for ever making you doubt, for hurting you with my words and actions," he kissed Mark’s nose.

"I want to be yours, Mark. That behaviour in the car? I was just being a horny bitch. I want you so much that it drives me crazy if I don’t have you for a second, I’m that addicted and committed, baby. I -"

Mark couldn’t wait for him to finish, he placed his hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a hot kiss, closing his eyes to savour Leon’s sweet lips.

Leon sighed, his mind finally calming from the nervous thoughts he was having. Mark was his, and nothing was going to change that; it was going to stay that way for a really, really, long time.

Their ragged breaths mingled, bodies charged with a super current of tingling flowing through them.

"I love you," Leon whispered.

Mark went still, gasping for air as Leon’s hand never stopped stroking him, "God... Leon, you’re going to give me a stroke from the way you make my heart beat. What did you just say?" His hand grabbed Leon’s waist, pulling him closer.

Leon blushed, "I love you... make love to me." He whispered into Mark’s ear and proceeded to straddle him.

"God..." Mark’s blood surged, a primal roar rumbling in his chest, "My pleasure, my prince," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He shifted slightly, settling Leon more firmly on his lap, their aroused bodies pressing together.

With a low groan, he reached for the discarded lube, squeezing a generous dollop onto his fingers. Leon watched, eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust, as Mark smoothly spread the slick warmth over his aching entrance.

"Ready for me, love?" Mark asked, his voice a low rumble against Leon’s ear.

He felt Leon nod, a shiver running through the smaller man’s body. Gently, Mark angled himself, pushing the tip of his now fully engorged cock against Leon’s slick opening.

Leon gasped, digging his nails into Mark’s shoulders. "Yes... Please, Mark... now."

Mark chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "As you wish, my insatiable prince." He began to push, slowly, agonizingly slowly.

Leon arched his back, a soft cry escaping his lips as Mark’s head breached his tight passage. It was a delicious friction, a promise of fullness.

"Oh, Mark," Leon whimpered, burying his face in Mark’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. "So big... so good..."

Mark paused, letting Leon adjust, letting the exquisite sensation settle. He felt Leon’s muscles clench around him, a velvety grip that promised absolute heaven.

"Feel that, Leon? That’s all for you," Mark whispered, his lips brushing Leon’s ear.

Then, with a powerful, controlled thrust, Mark plunged deeper, burying himself to the hilt inside Leon’s warm, welcoming depths.

Leon cried out, a mix of pain and pure ecstasy, his legs instinctively wrapping tighter around Mark’s waist, pulling him in further. His body convulsed around Mark, a tight, desperate squeeze that stole Mark’s breath.

"God, Leon," Mark groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt the exquisite stretch, the perfect fit. "You feel incredible."

He began to move, slow, deliberate strokes, pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in, each movement drawing a ragged gasp or a guttural moan from Leon.

Leon met him thrust for thrust, hips bucking, a wild, uninhibited creature consumed by pleasure.

"Harder, Mark! Please, harder!" Leon begged, his voice hoarse, his head thrown back as his climax rapidly approached.

Mark complied, his rhythm quickening, the bed rocking with their fervent movements. Their bodies slapped together with wet, rhythmic sounds, their moans echoing in the dimly lit room. Leon’s hips rotated, grinding down on Mark’s every thrust, chasing the relentless pleasure.

"You’re amazing, Leon," Mark gasped, his voice strained with building release. He could feel Leon clenching around him, the walls milking him with every contraction.

Leon screamed Mark’s name, a long, drawn-out cry of pure bliss as his body seized, a hot, liquid warmth spreading over Mark’s abdomen.

Mark felt his own climax building swiftly, the intense pressure mounting. He pounded into Leon a few more desperate times, burying his face in Leon’s neck as he roared, pouring his hot seed deep inside his mate.

They lay there, entwined and panting, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Mark pressed a soft kiss to Leon’s temple, his heart pounding a triumphant rhythm against his ribs. This was more than just sex; it was a deep, primal connection, a claiming of souls.

"My prince," Mark murmured, his voice still ragged with exertion. "You truly are insatiable."

Leon chuckled softly, nuzzling deeper into Mark’s chest. "Only for you, Mark. Only for you." He lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, about that shower we were about to have at home... think we can make it?" He winked suggestively.