THE SPOILED HYBRID.🧛 (MXM) - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Drake and Alessia stumbled into the house, their bodies pressed together in a heated kiss that left no room for hesitation or doubt. The door slammed shut behind them, but neither of them noticed. Their world had narrowed to the feel of each other’s lips, the heat of their bodies, and the electric tension that had been building between them all day.
There was no fight for dominance—Drake had already won. He lifted Alessia effortlessly, his strong hands gripping the smaller boy’s thighs to keep him from falling. Alessia’s legs wrapped around Drake’s waist, his arms looping around Drake’s neck as he clung to him, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Wait, Drake, wait…” Alessia managed to gasp, pulling away just enough to catch his breath. His green eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed, and his lips swollen from the intensity of their kisses.
Drake didn’t stop. He carried Alessia further into the house, his lips trailing down Alessia’s neck as he walked. “Didn’t I warn you?” Drake murmured, his voice low and rough. “Now let me give you what you wanted.”
Alessia’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Drake’s hair as he was carried to the bedroom. The moment they crossed the threshold, Drake kicked the door shut behind them and gently lowered Alessia onto the bed. Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as if they were trying to make up for all the time they had lost.
Clothes were discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s skin. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of sheets, and the occasional gasp or moan. They moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync, as if they had been made for each other.
And then, in the heat of the moment, when both of them were lost in the pleasure of each other, Alessia’s instincts took over. His fangs elongated, his eyes glowing a deep, hungry red as he leaned in and bit Drake’s neck. Drake gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly replaced by a strange, intoxicating pleasure.
Alessia drank greedily, the taste of Drake’s blood flooding his senses. It was everything he had imagined and more—rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating. But as he continued to feed, he realized something else. Alysa had lied. This wasn’t just about the blood. There was something else, something deeper, that made the experience pleasurable for both of them.
Drake’s hands tightened on Alessia’s hips, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he felt the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, he held Alessia closer, his body arching into the touch as he surrendered to the moment.
When Alessia finally pulled away, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their normal green, he looked down at Drake with a mix of awe and satisfaction. Drake’s neck was marked, the bite already healing thanks to Alessia’s saliva, but the memory of it would linger.
“You okay?” Alessia asked softly, his voice trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair away from Drake’s forehead.
Drake nodded, his breathing still uneven as he reached up to cup Alessia’s face. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough but filled with warmth. “More than okay.”
Alessia smiled, his heart swelling with a mix of relief and affection. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Drake’s lips. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Drake chuckled, his hands sliding down to Alessia’s waist. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
The night stretched on, a blur of whispered words, tangled sheets, and shared breaths. Drake and Alessia came together again and again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as if they had been made for each other. Each time was different yet familiar, a dance they had perfected through the hours, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss, every gasp.
Drake held Alessia like he was something precious, something fragile yet powerful. His hands roamed Alessia’s body with a reverence that left the smaller boy trembling, his touch both tender and possessive. He worshipped Alessia, his lips tracing every curve, every scar, every inch of skin as if committing it to memory. Alessia, in turn, surrendered completely, his body arching into Drake’s touch, his breath hitching with every brush of Drake’s fingers.
But there was something else, something primal that Alessia couldn’t resist. Every time they reached the edge, every time their bodies trembled with the promise of release, Alessia’s instincts took over. His fangs would elongate, his eyes glowing a deep, hungry red as he leaned in and bit Drake—sometimes on the neck, sometimes on the shoulder blade, sometimes on the nape. Each bite was sharp and fleeting, the pain quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that left Drake gasping, his hands tightening on Alessia’s hips as he surrendered to the sensation.
By the time the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, Drake’s body was a canvas of fang marks, each one a testament to Alessia’s hunger and the intensity of their connection. Alessia, on the other hand, was covered in hickeys, finger marks, and love bites, his skin flushed and sensitive from Drake’s relentless attention. They lay tangled together, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their passion, their breaths slowly returning to normal.
Drake traced a finger over one of the bite marks on his shoulder, his lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “You really went all out, huh?” he said, his voice rough but filled with warmth.
Alessia blushed, his green eyes flicking up to meet Drake’s. “I couldn’t help it,” he admitted, his voice soft and slightly sheepish. “Your blood… it’s intoxicating.”
Drake chuckled, his hand moving to cup Alessia’s face. “I’m not complaining,” he said, his tone playful but sincere. “But you might have to give me a break next time. I’m starting to look like a pincushion.”
Alessia laughed, the sound light and carefree as he nestled closer to Drake. “No promises,” he said, his voice teasing. “You’re just too irresistible.”
Drake smiled, his arms wrapping around Alessia as he pulled him closer. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Alessia’s forehead. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Alessia’s heart swelled at the words, his body relaxing into Drake’s embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt completely at peace. The night had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, but it had also been a reminder of just how deeply connected they were. They were two halves of a whole, bound together by something stronger than blood or instinct.
As the sun rose, casting a warm golden glow over the room, Drake and Alessia drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The world outside could wait. For now, all that mattered was the two of them, and the love that had brought them together.