Page 78 of The Don’s Omega

He kisses his way back up my body, unhurried, like he has all night to torture me. His mouth drags over my flesh, each press of his lips slow and deliberate. By the time he reaches my mouth I’m trembling, strung tight, goosebumps rising on my skin. He kisses me deep and I taste my pre-cum on his tongue.

I reach down between us, fumbling, and get my hands on the waistband of his slacks. I want them off. I want nothing between us. He helps me, shoving them down and kicking them away. Then he’s bare against me, all that heat and weight pressed skin to skin. The hard length of him drags against my cock and his breath shudders.

“Wanted to fuck you so bad,” he says hoarsely. “Didn’t think you wanted me.”

“I do,” I whimper, looking up and letting him see my need. “I want you inside me, Marcello. Fuck, it’s all I can think about at night.”

“Yeah?” For a moment he just stays there, braced over me, his forehead dropping to mine. I can feel him holding himself back, the tremor of restraint running through his arms. His cock is heavy where it’s pressed between us and I rock up against it, wanting, and he hisses through his teeth. “You think about me at night?”

“Every fucking night. I have to touch myself. Need you inside me,” I plead.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “It’s been too long. I want to take my time with you.”

He kisses me again, slow, while his hand skims down my body, fingertips trailing over my chest, my stomach, lower. He wraps his hand around me and strokes me, root to tip, and I gasp into his mouth as slick oozes out of my hole. He brings me to the edge again, then with a smile his hand moves lower. I whine as two of his fingers find my slick entrance and he presses them inside me.

The burning stretch makes me hiss. He works his fingers in deep, slow, curling them until he finds the spot that makes my hips jerk and my breath stutter. He stays there, stroking, patient, drawing it out while I writhe under him. I’m rocking down onto his hand, shameless now, past caring how I look or sound, and he watches my face the whole time with those dark heavy eyes.

“Marcello,” I plead. “Please. I need—”

“I know what you need.” He withdraws his fingers and I feel the loss of them like an ache. “I need it too.”

He settles between my thighs. I feel the blunt head of him notch against me and my breath catches. He pushes in slow. So achingly slow it’s agonizingly good. He’s thick, and the stretch of his cock is almost too much. But my body instinctively releases more slick and my hole accepts him, opening around him.

He watches my face for every flicker, pausing when I tense. He waits until I breathe out and soften before he gives me more. Inch by inch, deeper, filling me up until I’m not sure I can take any more. But then I plead and beg and he gives me a little more still, until he’s seated all the way. We’re both covered in sweat and shaking with the intensity of him invading my body.

I feel every hot, thick inch of him inside me. We just breathe, joined, his heart hammering against my chest where we’re pressed together. The fullness of him is overwhelming. I feel split open and held at once, and the bond is whirring bright between us. His eyes burn with a possessive hunger that thrills me because I feel the same greedy need.

“Feel me inside you, Elio?” he rumbles.

“I feel you,” I whimper, panting at the almost painful stretch of him.

He gives a filthy little smile then starts to move his hips.

“Oh, god,” I whine, as his hot shaft rubs my inner walls. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah, you feel me for real now, don’t you? So deep inside you. Shall we make a baby tonight, tesoro?” He pulls almost all the way out, and then pushes slowly back in, tearing a raw, aching sound out of me.

He sets a rhythm that’s deep and unhurried, every thrust deliberate, grinding into me at the end of each one so I feel all of him. His scent is everywhere now, thick in the warm air, that dark alpha musk gone heavier with arousal. I breathe him in with every gasp and it winds me tighter. My body knows his scent. Responds to it. Every cell in me is pulled toward him. My alpha.

“Look at me,” he says, low.

I obey, although it’s not easy. Every instinct I have wants to squeeze my eyes shut, turn my face away, hide somewhere inside myself. I don’t want to feel the things he makes me feel. I want to pretend this moment means nothing. It’s not supposed to mean anything. That was the whole point of the contract, wasn’t it? Yet the look in Marcello’s eyes says he’s never letting me go. That I belong to him. It’s confusing, but exciting.

What would it be like to truly be his? To let him be in charge? I’ve had to be strong for so long, a part of me yearns to just let him take over. Tears prick hot at the corners of my eyes. No one has ever looked at me the way he’s doing. Like they want to protect me. Take care of me. Let me lean on them, instead of me holding them up. I whimper at the fear of letting go. Letting him see inside me. But his dark eyes burn into me until I can’t remember what it is I’m afraid of.

“That’s right, let go,” he breathes. His teeth are gritted and his eyes have gone black. “Give me everything.”

I nod as if I’m hypnotized. Drugged.

His eyes glitter as he shifts his angle, driving into me faster and harder. My whole body shudders and a wanton sound rips out of me. He keeps going, watching me like I’m a bug pinned to a cork board. Every stroke goes deeper, until I’m coming apart, moaning, dragging my nails down his back, my hips frantically rising to meet his. His breath hitches as the bond buzzes between us.

His eyes turn golden-brown and his lips part. I begin to whine, a high-pitched sound that I’m unable to stop. Something deep inside of me is aching and throbbing. As his thrusting cock rubs that spot deep inside of me it’s as if a secret door opens. Somehow he goes even deeper, slipping into that warm, waiting space.

“Yes,” he growls, his eyes an even brighter amber-brown. “Yes, omega.”

The climax tears through me, white and hot, my whole body seizing around him. I scream as cum spurts out of my dick, smearing between our moving bodies. He fucks me through my orgasm, his rhythm going ragged, and then he freezes, the muscles of his chest and neck convulsing as he spills hot seed inside of me with a primal roar.

The hot rush of his release pours into a part of me that has never been touched before. The sensation of his seed spilling into that special place makes me come again. Stars burst on the edge of my vision as I gasp and cry out, writhing on his cock. He growls and suckles my bite mark, and I moan as little jolts work through me.