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My moans echoed, filling the room, drowning out the sounds of our bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin. Heat built in record time, sweat beading our flesh, mixing with my slickness coating his cock. The smell of sex permeated the air, pungent, musky, and undeniable.

He growled low, gripping my hips with firm hands, holding me in place as he pistoned into me. No mercy was shown. This was pure domination, alpha taking omega roughly, ruthlessly, utterly. And I loved every second of it.

"Yes!"I screamed, meeting each brutal thrust eagerly, riding the wave of ecstasy building steadily within. Pressure mounted, tension coiled tighter, ready to snap soon. So close... so fucking close...

"Come for me, Lucas,"he ordered, leaning in, his teeth grazing my earlobe. His command sent sparks shooting straight to my groin, detonating the bomb hidden deep inside. My body convulsed, my orgasm ripping through me, tearing a scream from my lungs.

White-hot pleasure pulsed from my center outward, flooding every cell, every fiber, every atom of my being. Starsburst behind my eyelids, blinding me for a moment as euphoria crashed over me, drowning me.

Marco roared above me, his own climax hitting hard, triggering his release hot and thick inside me. Pulses of warmth filled me fully, marking me again. His scent enveloped me, seeped into my pores, and branded itself permanently upon my soul.

Collapsing atop me, he panted, chest heaving against my back. Aftershocks trembled through both our bodies, prolonging pleasure even after its peak had passed.

What a moment it was—he let out all his pent-up frustration in a single burst.

Chapter 13

Marco

A dull ache throbbed persistently at the base of my skull, remnants of last night's festivities still lingering. Not that I regretted them; far from it actually. Last evening brought unexpected revelations, surprising admissions, and unforgettable moments shared between us. Yet, morning-after headaches were a small price to pay for such pleasures.

I shifted in the leather seat, crossing one leg over another, trying to find comfort amidst my luxurious surroundings.

Thoughts drifted back, reliving events that happened days ago. Our entwined limbs, heated breaths mingling, sweat-slicked flesh glistening under the light streaming through the open windows. His cries echoing softly around us, punctuated by my grunts, growls, and feral snarls.

Intensity burned fiercely then, raw and unfiltered, consuming us. Passion fueled our movements, and desire dictated our actions. Nothing held back, nothing restrained. We claimed each other without holding back.

And now? Now, reality intruded harshly, shattering the illusion spun carefully around us. Reality meant responsibilities,obligations, and duties. All things I'd been avoiding, buried beneath layers of denial, ignorance, or plain old cowardice.

A soft knock sounded sharply against the door, pulling me abruptly from my reverie."Mr. Rossi?"A timid voice called out, seeking permission before entering.

"Enter,"I barked, sitting upright, shoulders squared. Time to face whatever news they brought today. Hopefully not bad ones this time.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing one of my men standing anxiously in the doorway. A relieved sigh escaped me, seeing a familiar face instead of some stranger bearing unknown tidings. At least something went right today.

"What is it?"I demanded, gesturing towards the empty chair beside me.

He stepped further into the room, closing the door firmly behind himself before approaching. Unease prickled at the nape of my neck, warning senses flaring. Something wasn't right here. Too much hesitation, too little confidence.

"Speak,"I urged, eyes narrowing. Waste no more time, damn it. Spit out what you came for already.

"I-I'm sorry, boss,"he started, wringing his hands together. Fuck, this was worse than expected. What could possibly warrant such apprehension?

My heart pounded against my ribs, anticipation coiling in my gut. Whatever happened next would change everything. Again.

"We've received intel, sir,"he continued haltingly, swallowing hard audibly."About your omega."

Omega. He meant Lucas. My omega. My mate. My world.

Fear clutched coldly at my insides, gripping my heart. Bad news. Had to be. Why else would he look like that?

"What about him?"I snapped, impatience fueling anger. Enough beating around the bush. Time for the truth, regardless of how ugly it appeared.

"He's... in danger, Mr. Rossi."His voice wavered slightly, breaking under the pressure building steadily within the room. Danger? Now? How fucking dare they threaten what belonged solely to me!

Not to mention, why was he so calm? His behavior was weird. I didn't think much about it. Instead, I focused on what was more important.

Blood rushed loudly in my ears, drowning out rational thought for the moment. Rage surged, heating my veins, and pounding in my temples. Every instinct screamed at once, demanding action, vengeance, retribution. Mine! Mine! MINE!

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