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Jack is slumped over, a knife in his neck and red oozing from him like a split pomegranate. Abigail isn’t plated any better, sprawled across the floor with a deep vertical cut, unable to do more than gargle until she falls silent altogether.
And then there’s Will, sad, pathetic Will.
He’s shaking, pheromones spiked and taunting Hannibal’s nose. Must he really tempt him like this? Hannibal is trying to be angry but Will is looking at him with those mortified icy blues that melt as the man takes a step closer. His eyes are glossy, bottom lip quivering as Hannibal caresses his cheek. His stubble is soft, a fuzz of sorts that warms Hannibal’s hand as he takes a long inhale, sniffing Will silently.
And he smells delectable.
“You…you killed…” He can’t get his words out, trembling when Hannibal touches him again. He recoils away, shaking his head, “Why?! And Jack, he’s-”
“Do you believe you could change me the way I changed you?” Hannibal leans down, pupils dilated and focused on those pretty pink lips.
Will has always smelled different, but tonight something about his scent makes heat slither down Hannibal’s spine to his crotch, snaking around his shaft and making his hands drop from Will’s comely face. Sweet, slightly savory, like stewed lamb- He smells afraid, but with this fear Hannibal also smells an excitement that eggs him on.
And then the chase begins.
First Will runs for the doorway but he’s tugged back by two strong hands hellbent on pinning him down. Struggle is futile, he’s not exactly fit and even if he was there’s a big difference between an Alpha’s strength and an Omega’s. Will’s best bet was to submit, to plead for Hannibal to have mercy on him-
Where was the fun in that? Hannibal had never been interested in hunting easy prey.
And Will wasn’t interested in offering himself up on a platter, not when he knew he could end up on a plate like Hannibal’s previous victims, surrounded by fresh herbs and vegetables.
Hannibal grunts as Will knees him between the legs, eyes narrowing into a sharp glare as the brunette runs off. He doesn’t make it far, Hannibal grabbing his ankle, tugging him to the ground. Crawling, clawing at the smooth wooden floors until his nails leave engravings that hopefully will be evidence of his existence in case he disappears. He squirms in Hannibal’s grip, weakening when the Alpha’s scent drifts into his nose. Too strong, it makes his eyes water as Hannibal pushes him down, his legs too shaky to stand again. The blonde’s pants are down before Will can blink, his breath hitching when he sees, smells Hannibal’s arousal. Longer and thicker than Will’s forearm, surrounded by thick strands and standing so proudly, the sight makes slick pool in Will’s pants. His legs part for Hannibal on their own, eyes half-lidded as his clothes are ripped away. He’s kissing him- Devouring him, tongue digging into Will’s mouth and tracing every tooth before tangling with his tongue as his hands hold him in place. Hot tears spill from Will’s eyes as his core aches, the Alpha’s scent awakening primal urges Will is doing his best to suppress.
“No, Hannibal, please-” His body is begging for something else, hips thrusting up as Hannibal grinds his waist down against him. Don’t, “-Stop!”
“I have let you know me, see me,” Hannibal nuzzles Will’s neck and lets his nose drag slowly down his soft skin. Lingering over his scentpads, he snarls, “I gave you a rare gift but you didn’t want it!”
Hannibal has never raised his voice at him, not like this, not so commanding. It makes Will both shriek and shiver, his mind wrestling with his body as they tussle on the ground. No, he doesn’t want this, he doesn’t…want? His mind fogs as the Alpha flips him onto his stomach, rear lifting to present as his pheromones spark in the air. They’re so intense Hannibal can see them, fuzzy royal blue bulbs in the air and decorating Will’s body like stars. He smells heavenly, tastes even better as Hannibal leaves little marks on the brunette’s neck. He wants to bite down, take a chunk of his flesh, but he resists.
After all, Will isn’t properly prepared yet, not bearing the proper bruises Hannibal intends to leave on him.
“Nngh ,” his whine is low and suppressed by his hands. How dare he muffle himself, hiding from Hannibal by keeping his face down and behind his hands. He’s crying but throwing his body back against Hannibal’s fingers, desperate for every stroke as they slide in and out of him. “Ha- Ah - ‘m not…don’t want…”
“You do not know what you want, you never have.” Hannibal aligns their waists, letting his tip graze Will’s eager hole as he watches himself disappear inside of the Omega. “But as my mate, you will not have to worry about wanting anything, you’ll have everything you need.”
The first thrust is deep, rough, forcing Will open. He cries out, hands dropping to the floor and balling into tight fists as his eyes widen. Pain ripples up him as Hannibal continues without pausing to give him time to adjust, chasing his own pleasure with no regard for Will’s pleas. Every tear that trickles down his cheek is lapped up, Hannibal’s hand around his neck to keep his head up as his strained voice screams his name. The pain dims to a dull ache that’s overwhelmed by a pulsing pleasure that spreads from between his legs to inside of him, so far inside he’s pushing away every dream of escape. Will’s tears dry, replaced by sweat as he bucks back against the Alpha making him feel so good, his hands reaching back for Hannibal but they’re slapped away. He doesn’t get to touch Hannibal yet, he doesn’t deserve it. He whimpers from the rejection, sniffling as his mouth snaps shut before he can call out for…help? He’s not sure what he wants to call out for or who, he just needs to…needs to…
He needs to be good for him.
So full, Hannibal’s thick cock is carving his insides to be catered to his shape, making sure they’re nice and rubbed smooth so only he can fit. Like a lock and key they connect, Hannibal’s hands on his hips and grip bruising as his back arches and head leans back, giving Hannibal a beautiful view of his unblemished neck. The sight spurs him on, his thrusts demanding now, requiring Will to stay still or his breath will be knocked out of his chest. He can feel it in his throat, taste it, God he wants to kiss him again. He looks back at him so hungrily, rocking his waist against him when he’s buried all the way inside of him again, panting as the Alpha lets out a long growl. Hannibal leans down, every word a hiss in Will’s flushed ears as he tells him exactly what he intends to turn him into.
Exactly how he intends to make him beautiful.
“You will take my seed, Will, you’ll take it and let it swell inside of you until it’s ready to join us in the world.” Yes, whatever Hannibal wants, whatever he says. He watches the omega melt against him as he pulls him onto his lap, cupping his rear with two strong hands to hold him up, “And every time one comes out I’ll fill you up again and we’ll have another. Every room in this manor must be stuffed, just like you, full to the brim.”
“Fuck - Han- Ah! ” Will throws his head back as the Alpha angles his thrusts, toes curling as his prostate is pummeled. Too much, too strong, too thick - he’s going to lose his mind if this keeps up. “Hannibal!”
“You will be mine, and you will take everything I give you, every mark, every child, until I can show you to the world again and they can admire how beautiful you’ve become.” Hannibal’s eyes dip to Will’s stomach, watching the bulge in it bounce up and down as he quickens his thrusts. The outline of his shaft takes up Will’s entire lower abdomen, Hannibal drooling at the sight almost as much as Will is from the sensation. “You will be my mate.”
Will’s skin is far too pale, pretty, but blanched. Hannibal leaves bright red bite marks around his chest to redden his skin. Yes, much better, but still not enough. Will tries to warm him, pawing at his shoulder as he sobs but Hannibal doesn’t listen, ignoring him and holding his hips down as he forces his tip into that sweet spot that makes Will weep from how overwhelming the pleasure is. He glazes his stomach white with his semen, shining his skin, his face already bright from tears and sweat as he slumps back. Hannibal doesn’t stop, simply changing their positions for Will to be laid on his side with a leg on Hannibal’s shoulder. God, he’s even deeper, he’s going to make a new path in Will’s body just for him. He can feel his knot starting to swell but it’s too soon, damn this pretty body, damn how flexible it is and how he can break it so beautiful. His eyes droop as he bites his bottom lip, trying to steady himself but it’s no use.
Will’s body is refusing to let go.
He wants him.
He needs him.
He’ll have him.
“Will?! Will, are you-” Alana pauses, eyes wide from the sight in front of her. “-What…?”
There Will is, an omega being ravaged by an Alpha determined to claim every piece of him until their puzzles are mixed and impossible to separate.
And there’s a beta woman interrupting them, getting in his way of claiming what he craves to have swollen with his child and curled up against him like a good little bitch ready for breeding.
He flashes his teeth at her, a warning followed by his pheromones that darken the room. She’s frozen, the strong, musky scent keeping her rooted to the ground as a growl vibrates from Hannibal’s throat. Will manages to think of something to do despite his mind not wanting anything but Hannibal’s knot, his thumb stroking the Alpha’s adam’s apple as he purrs so sweetly. He bares his neck for him, breaths shallow as he watches his eyes trace it, his body tensing around Hannibal to encourage him.
“Focus…focus on me,” Will pants while looking at Alana. He mouths, Go and it’s enough to break her out of the barrier Hannibal had secluded all of them in. His dazed eyes dip back to Hannibal’s as she runs off, thumb dropping from the Alpha’s neck as he whispers, “Take me.”
God failed him, took everything from him- but now he was giving him Will Graham as an apology gift.
How gracious.
No other omega would do, no other omega had ever fascinated Hannibal the way this man had. He had despised him, dodged his affections, and now he was pleading for them. Will sits up, holding his gaze as Hannibal thrusts and moaning just so he can hear him, feel him clamp tighter around him as he cums again. Superb, stunning, he’s almost ready.
All he needs now to be plated properly is the garnish.
Hannibal’s tongue traces his teeth before his mouth opens against Will’s neck, and in one swift motion, his teeth sink into his skin. His blood is delicious, smooth on Hannibal’s tongue as he cradles his head, moaning as he tears through his scentpads and marks him as his own. Will’s hands ball on Hannibal's back, breaths shaky as Hannibal’s knot anchors him inside of him, his seed stuffing him so full he swears he’s going to pop. His stomach, puffy and round, no longer shows the outline of Hannibal as his thrusts slow to a stop.
He thought he was done.
And he would’ve been if Will had bitten him back.
But he didn’t.
“Hannibal! ” He wails as the Alpha slams into him without warning, his knot continuing to grow and bruising Will’s needy little womb. “Hannibal! Sto- Oh! OhmyGod! No more, ‘m too full, Hannibal, please-”
“You will mate me,” Hannibal commands. He forces Will to bury his face in the crook of his neck, rutting into him. “Mark. me.”
And he does, more for comfort, as a way to relieve himself of the sensations being pounded into him as curses pour from his mouth. He trembles, nails raking down Hannibal’s back as he nips his neck, eyes rolling back when he finally bites all the way down. Hannibal winces but it sounds like more of a whine as his hot cum pours into Will once more. Quivering, Will’s breath that he’s desperately trying to catch is stolen from him as Hannibal’s gaze meets his. Disheveled curls stick to his face, saccharine drool trickling from his mouth, his little whines a symphony for Hannibal’s ears as his alluring Omega scent dances around them.
Flawless, Will is a treat for every sense.