Page 46 of The Omega Accountant

The first swipe of my tongue against his entrance drew a broken sound from him—half gasp, half moan—that echoed through our bond like lightning.Histaste exploded across my senses—honey and citrus and something uniquelyLuca, intensified by pregnancy hormones into something even more addictive.Ilapped at him like a man starved, drinking down his slick, feeling him tremble and shake beneath my hands.

"Matt," he gasped, my name in his mouth sounding like salvation, like benediction. "Ohgod,Matt, please?—"

I slid one finger into him alongside my tongue, finding him hot and tight and perfect.Hisbody welcomed the intrusion, omega biology ensuring readiness even as his conscious mind struggled to process the intensity.Asecond finger joined the first, stretching him gently, preparing him for what we both needed.

WhenIfinally raised my head, my face was wet with his slick, my control hanging by threads worn thin through violence and victory and the sight of my omega spread before me.Hiseyes were blown wide with desire, glasses askew, lips parted and swollen where he'd bitten them to keep from crying out.

"I claimed leadership through blood tonight,"Isaid, voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. "ButnowIneed you to claim me back.Notalpha and omega.Justus."

Understanding passed between us, molecular awareness carrying meaning where words proved insufficient.Lucanodded once, decision made, and reached for me with hands that no longer trembled.

"Come here," he said softly, authority in his voice that had nothing to do with secondary gender and everything to do with the man he was beneath biology's constraints.

I moved up his body, positioning myself between his spread thighs, the head of my cock nudging against his entrance without pressing forward.Waiting.Offeringchoice where claiming had once seemed to remove it.

Luca's hands framed my face, thumbs brushing across my cheekbones with tendernessIhadn't knownIneeded until it was offered.Hiseyes held mine, brown depths containing certainty that registered through our bond with unmistakable clarity.

"I choose you," he said simply, the declaration carrying weight beyond the three words that comprised it. "Nowand always."

He shifted his hips then, taking me inside with deliberate intent, omega body welcoming alpha cock with biological certainty that couldn't diminish the conscious choice behind the action.Isank into him with a groan that seemed torn from the depths of my soul, the tight heat of him enveloping me in sensation that transcended physical pleasure.

Our bodies joined completely, his legs wrapping around my waist, my forehead pressed against his as we breathed the same air, shared the same space, existed for moments as single entity rather than separate beings.Theclaiming bond between us pulsed with recognition, with completion, with certainty that defied rational explanation.

"Move," he whispered against my lips, not omega begging alpha for release but partner guiding partner toward shared pleasure. "Please,Matt.Ineed to feel you."

I withdrew slightly before sinking back into his welcoming heat, establishing a rhythm that built gradually—not the frantic claiming of our first time but something deeper, more deliberate.Eachstroke carried intention beyond physical pleasure, each movement an affirmation of what we'd risked everything to build.

His scent surrounded me, honey-citrus intensified by pregnancy hormones, driving my alpha instincts to a fever pitch while the man in me fought to maintain control.Iwanted to devour him, to mark every inch of his skin, to lose myself completely in the omega who had become so much more than biology could define.

"God, you feel perfect,"Igroaned, my cock dragging against his most sensitive places, his slick easing the way asIfilled him completely.Hisbody welcomed me, omega anatomy designed for this connection, but his eyes—those intelligent brown eyes holding mine—told a different story.Notsubmission but active participation, not surrender but deliberate choice.

His hands roamed my back, nails occasionally digging in whenIhit a spot that made him gasp.Theslight sting centered me, kept me present when the claiming bond threatened to overwhelm us both with sensation that transcended physical boundaries.

"Harder," he demanded, voice breaking on the word asIcomplied immediately.Notalpha following command but partner responding to partner's needs. "Justlike—yes, there,Matt, right there?—"

His cock trapped between our bodies leaked steadily, my stomach slick with evidence of his arousal.Ishifted slightly, angling to press against the spot inside him that made his breath catch, that made slick gush around where we were joined.

The room filled with the sounds of our connection—skin against skin, broken moans, the wet sounds of my cock moving within him.Beneathit all pulsed something deeper—the molecular recognition of alpha and omega perfectly matched, of claiming bond carrying sensation beyond what ordinary coupling could achieve.

I felt the familiar tightening at the base of my cock—my knot beginning to swell, alpha biology responding to omega mate with instinctive certainty.Butunlike our first claiming, driven by heat and necessity, this timeIhesitated.

"Luca,"Imanaged, voice strained with the effort of restraint. "Myknot—Idon't want to hurt?—"

"Give it to me," he interrupted, certainty in his voice that bypassed conscious thought and spoke directly to something primal within me.Hishands gripped my hips, guiding me deeper, encouraging rather than submitting. "Iwant all of you.Everything."

With a groan that seemed torn from the depths of my soul,Ipressed forward, feeling the resistance as my swelling knot breached him.Hisbody tensed momentarily before yielding, accepting this final connection with a shuddering sigh that vibrated through our bond.Wewere locked together now, alpha and omega joined completely, my release triggered by the tight heat surrounding my knot.

I buried my face against his neck as pleasure crashed through me, wave after wave of completion asIfilled him with my seed.Theclaiming mark beneath my lips pulsed in time with my heartbeat, with the rhythmic contractions of my release.Beneathme,Luca'sbody tightened further, his own climax triggered by the pressure of my knot against places designed for precisely this connection.Ifelt the wet heat of his release between us, his cock pulsing untouched as he cried out my name.

Time suspended as we breathed through the intensity together, bodies joined completely, pleasure cycling between us through bond that had grown beyond paper claiming to become something neither family would have recognized as possible.Notpossession but partnership.Notstrategy but connection.Notalpha and omega but us.

"Mine,"Iwhispered against his skin, the word transformed from possessive claim to recognition of partnership. "Mineto honor.Mineto protect.Mineto stand beside rather than behind."

"Yours," he agreed, the word emerging with certainty that registered through our bond with crystalline clarity. "Andyou are mine.Thealpha who chose partnership over power.Mineto support.Mineto challenge.Mineto help build something beyond what either of us imagined possible."

My hands traced the subtle changes pregnancy had already begun manifesting in his body—the slight fullness to his chest, the barely perceptible curve to his abdomen, the richness of his scent that announced creation where traditional family structure would have seen only unexpected complication.

His hands mapped the tension that leadership challenge had left in my muscles, the subtle evidence of combat that would fade but which represented the tangible sacrifice made on behalf of shared future.Notalpha claimed by omega but equals recognizing what each had given to create possibility beyond traditional limitation.

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