Page 29 of The Omega Accountant

Something shifted in his expression then—respect perhaps, or recognition of a hardness in me that belied the omega stereotypes his father had so readily applied. "Theheat has changed more than just our scents."

"Not the heat,"Icorrected gently. "Experience.Perspective."Itouched the claiming mark at my neck, feeling its subtle pulse beneath my fingertips. "Choicewithin constraint."

His eyes tracked the movement of my hand, something possessive and tender simultaneously flaring in his gaze. "Doyou regret it?"Thequestion emerged roughly, vulnerability beneath alpha control.

The answer rose within me with unexpected clarity—no shame, no conflict, none of the rejection of my omega nature that had defined me for years.WhereIexpected doubt,Ifound only certainty. "No."Thesimplicity of my response surprised even me. "Doyou?"

"Never."Asingle word, absolute in its conviction.

Silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable but weighted with unspoken significance.Whateverhad begun as strategic arrangement, as protection through possession, had evolved into something neither of us had fully anticipated.Thebiochemical bond created through claiming had layers beyond biological imperative—trust formed through choice preserved, through boundaries respected, through dignity maintained within vulnerability.

A slight tremor passed through me, the first warning of heat returning in its cyclical pattern.Matteonoticed immediately, his nostrils flaring slightly as my scent shifted in subtle warning.

"It's starting again," he said, neither question nor presumption.

I nodded, heat beginning to simmer beneath my skin once more—less desperate than before, more manageable, but unmistakable in its biological demand. "Notas strong.Butyes."

He took a single step forward, then stopped, restraint evident in every line of his powerful frame. "Whatdo you need,Luca?"Thequestion—the same one he'd asked during the depths of heat-madness—carried the same respect for autonomy, the same refusal to presume despite biological claiming and legal rights.

The heat building within me whispered of need, of completion, of satisfaction available through the alpha standing before me.Butbeneath those biological imperatives lay something more meaningful—the recognition of choice preserved, of partnership rather than possession.

"You,"Isaid simply, allowing the robe to slip from my shoulders in deliberate choice rather than heat-driven desperation. "Butas partners.Notas alpha claiming omega."

Something powerful flashed across his features—surprise, perhaps, at the distinctionI'ddrawn, followed by hunger that transcended mere biological response. "Partners," he agreed, moving toward me with the controlled power that defined him.

When his arms encircled me, when his scent enveloped me completely,Isurrendered not to biological imperative but to the partnership we had forged within it.Alphaand omega, protector and protected, but equals in the choice we had made despite the constraints forced upon us.

As his lips found mine, the claiming bond between us flared hot and electric.Mybody responded instantly, my omega biology singing with recognition—yes, this one, this alpha—asMatteo'stongue swept possessively into my mouth.Itasted him—rich coffee and something darker, more primal—while his large hands traced deliberate patterns across my naked skin, following the constellation of marks he'd already left during the night.Mynipples tightened to aching points as his thumbs brushed over them, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled against my mouth, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

I whimpered as slick gathered between my thighs, my entrance clenching around emptiness, craving his thickness.Theheat was building again, not the desperate madness of before, but a simmering need that left me fully aware of every sensation—every drag of his calloused fingertips against my oversensitive skin, every press of his hard cock against my stomach.

"Please,"Iwhispered, my hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his hastily donned sweatpants. "Ineed to feel you inside me again."

Matteo's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with desire. "Tellme what you want,Luca."Hishands gripped my ass, fingers dipping between my cheeks to find me wet and ready. "Tellme exactly what you need."

"Your cock,"Isaid, boldness rising through the haze of returning heat. "Ineed your cock filling me up, stretching me open.Ineed to feel you come inside me again."

He groaned, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me back to the bed.Ispread my legs for him without hesitation, displaying myself in wanton invitation.Thesight of his massive body looming over me—all olive skin and rippling muscle, the bandage at his side a stark reminder of his mortality despite his power—made my breath catch.

"Mine," he said simply, pushing his sweatpants down to free his thick, heavy erection.

I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip. "Andyou're mine,"Ireplied, voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs. "Notbecause biology says so.Becausewe choose it."

His cock nudged at my entrance, the blunt head pressing against my slick hole.Iarched into the contact, desperate for him to fill me, to complete the connection that had fundamentally altered us both.Whenhe finally pushed inside, the stretch was exquisite—my body remembered him now, welcomed him, but still marveled at the perfect fullness.

I surrendered not to biological imperative but to the partnership we had forged within it.Alphaand omega, protector and protected, but equals in the choice we had made despite the constraints forced upon us.

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

And what had begun as paper claiming had evolved into something far more dangerous to those who would stand against us—a bond forged through fire, strengthened through restraint, and sealed through mutual choice within the biological imperatives that defined our world.

Mine, my omega hindbrain whispered as his scent enveloped me completely.

Ours, my conscious mind corrected, as his hands cradled my face with surprising gentleness.

The distinction made all the difference.

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