Page 26 of The Omega Accountant

His body called to mine on a primal frequency that bypassed thought entirely—the claiming bite at his throat still weeping tiny droplets of blood where my teeth had broken skin, each crimson bead carrying biochemicals that flooded my system with possessive need.Theexchange had created a feedback loop between us, his heat-scent intensifying my rut, my rut-scent soothing his heat, our bodies recognizing each other on a molecular level that science could explain but never truly capture.

Mine, my hindbrain insisted with savage certainty asIlowered myself over him, skin finally meeting skin in an electric slide of contact.Mineto possess.Mineto fill.Mineto satisfy.

My cock dragged against his stomach, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum across his heated flesh, the sensation so intenseIhad to close my eyes momentarily against the overwhelming urge to claim him completely, immediately.Icould smell his slick now, honey-sweet and thick with need, his entrance already wet and ready for the taking.

"Please," he begged, fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise, hips lifting in unconscious invitation. "Matteo,Ineed—Ineed your knot, need you inside, please?—"

WhenIcovered his body with mine, skin against fevered skin, the contact ignited something primal between us.Everynerve ending sparked to life where our bodies met—his heat searing into my cooler flesh, my weight pressing him into the mattress with deliberate control.Thesounds that tore from our throats mingled in the heavy air—his high and desperate, a keening whine that stroked my most basic instincts; mine a guttural growl that rumbled up from somewhere ancient and possessive inside me.

"Fuck,Luca,"Ibreathed against his throat, my lips brushing the claiming bite still weeping tiny droplets of our bonding.Thetaste of him lingered on my tongue—honey and citrus transformed into something darker, richer, mine.

The wound in my side flared with sharp, insistent pain asIshifted my weight, a physical reminder of the danger surrounding us.Bloodhad seeped through the hasty bandage, warm and sticky against my ribs—battle scars from the same enemies who had orchestrated this moment, who had poisoned his suppressants and blocked medical aid, thinking to use our biology as a weapon.Thinkingto force my hand, to make me claim what was legally mine on paper through biological imperative rather than choice.

My cock throbbed between us, achingly hard and leaking steadily against the flat plane of his stomach.Thehead dragged through the slickness there, sending jolts of electricity up my spine with each subtle movement.Icould smell his arousal, his need—that intoxicating scent of slick gathering between his thighs, sweet and musky and utterly irresistible.

"Need you," he gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.Hiships bucked upward, seeking friction, seeking fullness, seeking relief from the heat consuming him from within. "Please,Matteo—Ican't—Ineed your cock, need your knot?—"

The raw desperation in his voice nearly shattered what little controlImaintained.Myalpha instincts roared to life, demandingItake, claim, fill, breed.Butbeneath that biological imperative lay something else—something that had watched this quiet, brilliant omega from afar for years, something that had recognized his worth long before biology forced our hands.

They had miscalculated.Whatthey had intended as manipulation, we had reclaimed as choice.Whatthey had designed as vulnerability, we had transformed into strength.

"Look at me,"Icommanded softly, needing to see clarity in his eyes before proceeding further. "Seeme,Luca.Notjust alpha.Notjust heat.Me."

His gaze met mine, fever-bright but present, recognizing. "Matteo," he said, my name emerging clear and deliberate from lips swollen with need. "Isee you."

The confirmation was allIrequired.Ipositioned myself between his trembling thighs, my cock heavy and throbbing against his entrance, already slick with his need.Thescent of him—honey and citrus transformed by our claiming into something uniquely ours—flooded my senses, driving rational thought from my mind.

"Mine,"Igrowled, pressing forward with deliberate restraint, the head of my cock breaching him slowly despite every alpha instinct screaming to thrust, to take, to claim with brutal efficiency.

Luca's body opened for me, his heat-slick entrance gripping me with desperate intensity asIpushed deeper.Thetight, wet heat of him nearly shattered my control, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain radiating up my spine and settling at the base of my skull where primitive instinct lived.

"Fuck,"Ihissed, watching his face asIseated myself fully inside him, his body stretching to accommodate my girth. "Sofucking tight.Soperfect."

His legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, urging me deeper still.Ibraced myself on one forearm beside his head, my other hand gripping his hip with bruising force asIbegan to move.Eachwithdrawal and thrust was measured, controlled—a direct contradiction to the savage need coursing through my veins.

"More," he begged, fingers clawing at my shoulders, my back, anywhere he could reach. "Please,Matteo, harder—Ineed?—"

I silenced him with a brutal kiss, teeth catching his lower lip asIincreased my pace, driving into him with enough force to shift the mattress beneath us.Theslick sounds of our joining filled the room, obscene and perfect, mingling with the low growls tearing from my throat and the desperate whimpers escaping his.

My knot began to swell at the base of my cock, catching against his rim with each thrust, the friction sending jolts of electric pleasure through both our bodies.Hiseyes widened at the sensation, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the brown entirely.

"Yes," he gasped, his internal muscles clenching around me in anticipation. "Yourknot—give me your knot?—"

I drove into him with renewed purpose, sweat slicking our bodies where they pressed together, the wound in my side forgotten in the haze of rut and need and possession.Myrhythm faltered as my knot expanded further, each thrust requiring more force to push past the tight ring of muscle at his entrance.

"Take it,"Icommanded, voice barely recognizable as my own. "Takeall of me,Luca."

With one final, powerful thrust, my knot pushed past his resistance, locking us together as my orgasm tore through me with devastating force.Iemptied myself inside him in hot pulses, each one triggering aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through my entire body.Hisown release followed immediately, untouched cock spurting between our bodies as his inner muscles contracted around my knot, milking me for every drop.

I collapsed forward, careful to distribute my weight to avoid crushing him, our bodies still joined intimately by my knot.Theclaiming was complete—biological, physical, irrevocable.Whathad begun as a political arrangement on paper had transformed into something primal and real, marked in scent and blood and seed.

Not like that.Notwith him.Notwhen choice mattered more than biology.

His body arched beneath mine, a perfect bow of surrender, his spine curving up to press every burning inch of him against my chest.Desperatesounds—half-sobs, half-moans—spilled from his throat in a symphony that stroked something primal in my blood.Theclaiming bite at his neck continued to weep tiny droplets of crimson, each one carrying the complex biochemicals that were rewriting both our molecular structures, binding us together on a level more fundamental than paper contracts or political arrangements could ever achieve.

I watched, transfixed, as the changes rippled through him—his scent evolving from pure heat-distress to something richer, deeper, marked unmistakably with mine.Thesandalwood and cedar notes of my own scent had wrapped around his honey-citrus essence, transforming both into something neither of us had been alone.Somethingnew.Somethingours.

The heat that had tormented him—that had twisted his face in agony, had wrenched those broken pleas from his lips—now found focus.Purpose.Thebiological imperative that our enemies had weaponized against us now flowed through channels of pleasure rather than pain, his body recognizing on the most primitive level that relief had arrived.Thathis alpha—not just any alpha, but his—had claimed him not as possession but as partner.

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