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Ayan, the Egyptian Arab Gay Alpha
Ayan was a legend in Cairo’s underground scene. A man built like a warrior, with broad shoulders, piercing dark eyes, and a presence that commanded submission. He was the type of Arab gay alpha who took what he wanted, and tonight, he had set his sights on Omar.
The air was thick with heat and desire as Ayan leaned against the bar in a private club along the Nile. The scent of oud mixed with sweat and leather, bodies pressed close, the tension unmistakable. Across the room, Omar caught his gaze—lean, toned, with a jawline sharp enough to cut. The challenge in his eyes was clear.
Ayan smirked. He loved a challenge.
The Hunt Begins
He moved through the crowd like a predator, each step slow, deliberate. Omar watched him approach, his breath hitching just slightly—enough for Ayan to notice. Without a word, Ayan grabbed his wrist, his grip firm but controlled.
“Come,” he commanded.
Omar hesitated for only a second before letting himself be led through a hidden corridor. Ayan’s fingers tightened around his wrist, reminding him who was in control. Behind the heavy door of a private suite, the energy between them crackled.
“I don’t usually let men lead me,” Omar whispered, voice edged with defiance.
Ayan chuckled darkly. “That’s because you’ve never met a real Arab gay alpha.”
The First Touch
Ayan pushed Omar against the wall, his strong hands exploring the younger man’s firm chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath his fingers. Their lips met in a fierce clash—teeth grazing, tongues battling for dominance. Omar moaned into Ayan’s mouth, his resistance crumbling.
“You like this, don’t you?” Ayan whispered against his lips.
Omar’s response was swallowed by another deep kiss. Ayan’s hands roamed lower, gripping his hips, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left between them. The heat was unbearable, their breaths ragged.
Omar arched into him, fingers digging into Ayan’s biceps. “Show me what you can do.”
The Alpha Takes Control
Clothes disappeared in seconds. Ayan threw Omar onto the massive bed, pinning him beneath his weight. The contrast of their bodies—Ayan’s darker, more muscular frame against Omar’s smooth golden skin—was intoxicating.
Ayan’s mouth traced a burning path down Omar’s neck, his tongue flicking over his collarbone before moving lower. Omar’s breath hitched, his body arching as Ayan claimed every inch of him with relentless precision.
“No one has ever owned you like this,” Ayan growled.
Omar moaned in response, his fingers tangled in Ayan’s hair. There was no escaping this, no turning back. Ayan was unstoppable, his hunger insatiable.
Hours passed in a blur of pleasure—raw, primal, unrestrained. Omar surrendered completely, his body shaking under Ayan’s unyielding dominance. He had never experienced anything like this, never felt so completely taken.
The Aftermath
The sheets were damp with sweat, the room thick with the scent of musk and sex. Omar lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Ayan smirked, running a possessive hand down his thigh.
“You’ll come back,” Ayan murmured.
Omar turned his head, a dazed smirk on his lips. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Ayan chuckled, gripping Omar’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You do now.”
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