Page 45 of The Omega Accountant

"I chose you,"Icorrected gently, hands spreading wider against his abdomen, seeking connection with the miracle contained within. "Ichose our child.Ichose future that exists beyond my father's limited vision or the political alliances he prioritized over genuine advancement."

Something shifted inLuca'sexpression then—vulnerability yielding to certainty that matched my own, partnership replacing hesitation as he recognized the weight of what had been sacrificed on behalf of what now grew between us.

"I'm choosing you too," he said, the declaration emerging with quiet intensity that registered through our bond with unmistakable certainty. "Notjust because you protected me whenIwas vulnerable.Notjust because your bite marked me.I'mchoosing the man who sees beyond omega biology to capability, who offered partnership where others would have demanded submission."

His hand settled over mine where it rested against the subtle curve of our growing child—symbolism beyond words in the simple gesture of connection.

"I'm choosing the future we build together," he continued, voice strengthening with each word. "Theworld our child inherits because we refused to accept limitation as destiny.I'mchoosing the partner who sacrificed legacy to create something better."

He leaned forward then, omega initiating contact where traditional dynamics would have demanded passive waiting for alpha lead.Hislips pressed against mine with deliberate intent rather than biological submission—choice embodied in physical connection that transcended secondary gender or claiming protocol.

When he drew back, something had solidified between us—partnership given physical expression beyond claiming bite or legal documentation.Notjust alpha and omega bound through biology, but two people choosing connection despite the sacrifices required, despite the risks inherent in challenging established patterns.

"Come with me,"Isaid, rising from kneeling position to extend my hand in formal invitation rather than possessive claim.

Luca accepted without hesitation, fingers intertwining with mine asIled him through the penthouse toward the bedroom that had become shared territory through claiming and crisis alike.Theclaiming bond between us pulsed with awareness, with anticipation that had nothing to do with biological imperative and everything to do with celebration of what we had begun building together.

The bed waited, sheets already turned down as if in expectation of this moment—this confirmation of partnership forged through fire, through sacrifice, through choice preserved within constraint.Iclosed the door behind us, enclosing the space in privacy that belonged to us alone, separated from the world we had begun reshaping through challenge and consequence alike.

"TonightIclaimed leadership through blood drawn,"Isaid quietly, hands moving to the buttons of my shirt with deliberate intent. "Butthe claiming that matters more was sealed weeks ago, when you chose to offer your throat despite heat manipulation, despite vulnerabilities neither of us had planned."

Luca's eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he registered the significance of whatIwas offering beyond mere physical intimacy.Notalpha claiming omega through dominance, but partner reaffirming connection through mutual surrender.

"Tonight we sealed a future neither family would have recognized as possible," he replied, his own hands moving to the clothing that separated us from complete connection. "Notthrough violence or manipulation, but through choice that transcended biology."

As clothing gave way to skin, as distance yielded to proximity that carried meaning beyond physical contact, the claiming mark at his neck pulsed visibly—evidence of bond already formed yet continuing to evolve with each shared experience, each chosen moment of connection.

My lips found that mark first, pressing against the raised scar with reverence, with gratitude for what it represented beyond biological ownership.Hishead tilted in deliberate offering rather than instinctive submission, choice preserved within biological response that had once seemed inescapable limitation.

The moment my mouth touched that sacred spot—that raised welt of tissue where my teeth had broken his skin—a current shot through us both.Ifelt him shudder, his honey-citrus scent intensifying, sweetening with arousal that spoke louder than any words could.Themark was hot beneath my lips, pulsing with our shared heartbeat, the physical manifestation of something science couldn't fully explain but thatIfelt in my fucking bones.

"Mine,"Iwhispered against his skin, the word emerging rough and raw, stripped of pretense.Mytongue traced the ridges of the scar, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint metallic echo of the claiming that had bound us. "NotbecauseItook you.Becauseyou gave yourself."

Luca's breath hitched, his slender fingers threading through my hair, not pulling away but drawing me closer.Thesubtle curve of his abdomen pressed against me—our child growing beneath my palm, miracle born of heat and claiming and choice that transcended both.

"Yours," he agreed, voice barely audible but resonating through our bond with absolute certainty. "Notbecause you claimed me.BecauseIclaimed you back."

I growled low in my throat, primal satisfaction rumbling through my chest asIworked my way down his neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone.Hisskin tasted like possibility—like future untethered from the bloodI'dspilled hours earlier, from the powerI'dclaimed through violence now channeled into something gentler but no less profound.

My hands moved with deliberate slowness, mapping the terrain of his body with reverent attention.Thesubtle changes pregnancy had already wrought fascinated me—the slight fullness to his chest, the barely perceptible softening around his jaw, the way his scent had deepened into something richer, more complex.Mythumbs brushed over his nipples, finding them more sensitive than before, drawing a sharp gasp from him that shot straight to my cock.

"Fuck,"Imuttered, pressing my forehead against his sternum, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of need coursing through me.Notjust lust—thoughGodknew there was plenty of that—but something deeper, more consuming.Theneed to worship, to protect, to claim and be claimed in return.

"Too much?"Lucaasked, those brown eyes wide behind his glasses, concern threading through his voice despite the flush spreading across his cheeks, down his neck.

"Never enough,"Icorrected, voice rough as sandpaper.Iguided him backward until his knees hit the mattress, lowering him with careful hands that belied the urgency pounding through my veins. "Icould touch you for years and it wouldn't be enough."

His body yielded beneath mine asIfollowed him down, skin against skin, heat against heat.Theclaiming bond between us vibrated with awareness, with recognition that transcended physical sensation.Icould feel his arousal not just against my thigh but through the molecular connection that had rewritten us both at the cellular level.

My cock throbbed, heavy and aching, butIforced myself to slow down, to savor.Tonightwasn't about alpha claiming omega through dominance.Tonightwas about partnership reaffirmed through mutual surrender.

I worked my way down his body with deliberate patience, pausing to press my lips against the slight swell where our child grew.Theomega in him responded to my proximity with biological certainty—slick gathering between his thighs, the sweet scent of his arousal filling the air between us.Butit was the man in him that reached for me, fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me where he wanted me.

"Please," he whispered, the word emerging not as omega submission but as partner's request. "Ineed you."

I growled my approval, sliding lower, spreading his thighs with hands that trembled slightly despite years of never showing weakness.Thesight of him—flushed, wanting, wet for me—nearly undid my control.Hiscock lay hard against his stomach, smaller than mine but perfect, while beneath, his entrance glistened with slick that called to something primal in me.

"Fucking beautiful,"Imurmured, the words inadequate for whatIfelt but allIcould manage asIlowered my mouth to taste him.

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