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Citrus, jasmine and petrichor.
That's what the boy smelled like.
In all his years, Voldemort had never smelled something so..so intoxicating. Something that made his mouth water like a man in a desert finally finding his oasis.
He leaned down to bury his nostrils in the boy's scent gland. His eyelids fluttered closed as he took in a deep breath. His tongue darting out to lap at the tan, sweat laden neck of the boy.
It was like lightning striking his body. He had never felt so alive. The sweet water coating his tongue pulled at his very soul. He ached for more. His alpha demanded more.
His right hand curled around the boys waist while his left raked into his hair, pulling his head to the side so Voldemort had more access to the delicious neck.
His thumb caressed the boy's hip, trying to cajole him into relaxing to his touch.
His teeth bit down on the extended skin, his lips felt the bounding pulse beneath it. He wrapped his lip around it and sucked, trying his hardest to bring the hot blood into his cold body.
He heard chains rattle, the boy's arms clearly trying to escape his biding.
The boy shuddered, a delightful moan escaping his lips. His alpha growled in pride, he had made the beautiful omega feel good. He was a good lord, a kind lord.
Voldemort waved his hand and allowed the chains to disappear. His alpha delighting as the boy slumped forward into his embrace.
His hands wrapped around the small body, his tongue making its way back out to lick more of the boy. He tasted too good to stop. His teeth raked across the small neck, leaving upraised lines of red, before his latched back onto the boy's neck.
The body in his arms trembled, a high pitched whine leaving the boy's mouth, as his thin arms shot up to wrap around his alpha's shoulder, his hand pushing Voldemort's head deeper into his neck.
"Alpha," the boy whimpered when Voldemort sucked harder on his neck.
The world around the dissolved as Lord Voldemort pulled the omega closer, as he pushed his body closer. Oh how this little body slotted so well in his arms.
"My Lord?"
Voldemort's head snapped toward the voice that dared interrupt his delight. The voice of his follower, in a tone that was unmistakably utter confusion.
Confusion? For what? Couldn't that idiot see that his resurrection deserved this little omega. That he deserved to bury himself in the scent of Harry...
The Dark Lord shook his head, trying his best to clear his mind of the lust clouding it as his alpha raged at being separated from the soft omega before him.
He took a step back, and then another, creating distance from the being clouding his judgment. He heard panting and a soft whine, and his attention focused back on the lovely creature.
The boy's soft, lovely face was flushed. The bruise upon his neck highlighted by the moonlight. His eyes were half lidded, from undoubtedly happiness at finding such a strong alpha. The boy took a deep breath, opened his eyes more and searched up his alphas body until it landed on Voldemort's face.
The little omega tensed again. His eyes darting between Voldemort and whatever was behind Voldemort. His followers. Where he had been kidnapped to.
Voldemort's eyes drifted from the beautiful face down to the bloodied arm. He had made the enthralling omega bleed for him.
His eye found their way back to enchanting forests, his alpha delighting as the omega looked back at him, the forest trembling with unbridled defiance. His alpha purred in happiness.
Truly a worthy omega it rumbled through Voldemort's senses.
He stared as the boy called for his wand and ran.
He stared as the boy grabbed a body and the trophy, effectively escaping his alpha. But it was fine.
The boy is an omega.
Harry Potter is omega.
Harry Potter is his omega.