Page 76 of Omega's Vengeance

Valentino nods. “Good.” He moves away.

I give a sigh of relief and return to Dario. He smiles up at me, bouncing baby Antonio on his knee. His muscles strain the material of his fitted suit, and his rugged face is the farthest thing from gentle. But my chest tightens as I watch him holding the child. When we first met, I dismissed Dario as just a thug. I didn’t see his worth, but now I do. He has so much love to give. There’s a lifetime’s worth of love stored up inside that rugged body of his. But he’s been too scared to let it out.

I’m going to show him it’s okay to share that love with me.

Chapter Seventeen

Dario

By the time Alessio and I go to our room, he’s exhausted. His pregnancy is new, but it seems to already be draining him. I’m so excited that he’s officially mine. He wears my biteandmy ring.

Despite my excitement, I know I have to restrain my lust tonight. Never mind the fact that I’ve been hard since I saw him enter the room for the wedding ceremony. But Alessio isn’t fully healed yet, and I don’t want to do anything that might hurt him.

Once we’re in our room, we strip down to our underwear. We get into our bed, wearing only our boxers, and we move together. I wasn’t sure how Alessio would behave tonight, but he’s receptive to me. He puts his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. He fits perfectly into the curve of my body. Holding him is beautiful torture. I can’t keep my hands off of him, even though I know I can’t climb on top of him and fuck him like I want. There are other things we could do, but I want to be inside him. It’s been too long.

Alessio raises his arm, and the little diamonds in his wedding band glitter in the dim room. “We’re actually married, Dario.”

I smile. “Yep. It’s official.”

“This is so weird.”

“It is,” I agree. “But it feels right.”

“Surprisingly, it does.” He kisses my shoulder, inhaling deeply. “I love your smell.”

“Do you?” I rub my hand up his spine, dick throbbing. I close my eyes, telling myself to be good. My pulse races as I try to calm down the instinct to take my omega. When Alessio slips his hand down my chest, over my abdomen, to cup my junk, my eyes fly open.

“Don’t do that, Alessio,” I rumble.

“It’s been so long since we fucked,” he whispers, sitting up on his elbow. He continues to gently stroke my already hard cock.

I smell his slick. The pungent scent has every hair on my body prickling. My teeth and nails ache, just like that first night outside the bar. The sensations are primal and overwhelming. I feel like an animal, needing to feed or fuck. Maybe both. I groan as he squeezes my shaft.

“Alessio,” I growl, sweat breaking out on my face. “Stop it. I won’t be able to control myself.”

“We can be careful,” he says softly, peeling his boxers off.

I give a sort of needy whimper as he then tugs my boxers off of me. My dick is thick and straight, lying on my abdomen. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I say gruffly. “I can wait.”

“Idon’t want to wait.” His tone is borderline snooty. “This is our wedding night. I want to fuck.”

“But, I’m worried I might injure you.”

“I’m willing to risk it.”

“Alessio, I?”

“Shhh.” He slowly climbs on top of me, and he lays down on my chest. “You’re my alpha. Myhusband.” He shivers. “I need you inside me.”

“Alessio, I won’t be able to stop if you get me started.”

“I know. That’s what I’m counting on.” He takes my mouth in a greedy, slow kiss. He sucks on my tongue and rubs his body over mine, teasing and tempting me. I grip his back, sliding down to cup his firm ass. His excitement grows and he spreads his thighs slowly, resting his legs on the outside of mine.

“You’re sure about this?” I whisper.

“Yes. This position is perfect,” he says. “My abdomen is fine like this.”

“God, I need to fuck you bad,” I mutter, rocking my hips. My cock slides between his ass cheeks, and he moans.

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