Page 3 of Omega's Vengeance

While I live in Valentino’s home most of the time, I have my own place for when I have time off. I don’t like bringing guys back to the Syracuse mansion. It feels too much like bringing a boyfriend home to my parent’s house. Especially now that Valentino and Nico have a kid. I’d feel like a weirdo sneaking my one-night stand into my bedroom, knowing baby Antonio is down the hall in the nursery.

“My car is out back,” Alessio says huskily.

“Then let’s go.” I grab my phone and text Paul and Lucio a short message.

Take a cab home. I have other plans.

Shit, boss, you move fast.Paul responds.

Pay my bar tab. Lord knows I’ve paid yours enough times.

Somebody is in a hurry to get some.

I stand and meet Lewis, the bartender’s gaze. “Paul’s got the tab.”

“No problem, sir,” Lewis says smoothly.

I turn to Alessio. “Ready to head out?”

He stands too and says softly, “So then, your friend Paul bought my drink, not you? Maybe it’s Paul I should go home with.” That little smirk is back.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I slip my arm around his waist. “You say your car is out back?”

“It certainly is.” He allows me to lead him toward the dark hall that winds past the restrooms. At the far end is the exit, which doesn’t have an alarm hooked up. It’s where everyone slips out to smoke or get blow jobs.

As we move down the hall, I let my hand glide down his back, and it comes to rest on his firm ass. He gives a small grunt, and he shivers. I like that he’s so responsive to my touch. Yeah, I definitely need to take the edge off with this guy before we get to his place. I don’t want to come in the car, and I feel like just the brush of his hand could get me off. I want to come inside him.

Now.

Once we step outside, the night air is damp and cool. I feel so hot and bothered by this omega, I’m surprised my skin doesn’t sizzle as the moist air hits it. There are six cars parked in the back; one of them is a white BMW. I know instinctively that car belongs to this snooty omega.

He starts toward the BMW, but I grab his arm and pull him back to the building. Then I press him up against the wall, and I kiss him. He’s surprised, and I can feel it from the tension in his body. But then he gives a surprised little moan and opens his mouth to my tongue. Lust roars through me at his sweet taste. No omega ever tasted this good. I’m drunk on his scent and flavor.

“You on the pill?” I mumble, rubbing my hands over his bulging crotch.

He nods, looking dazed. “I didn’t plan this part.”

I narrow my eyes. “What part?”

He swallows hard and unzips his pants. “What the hell? I’m horny. You’re horny. Who’s gonna know or care?”

“Fuck, yeah.” I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it’s fine with me because he’s pushing his pants down and turning to face the wall. I stroke my trembling hands over his firm, white ass. Leaning my weight against his, I whisper, “I’m gonna take this little ass hard. You want that?”

He shudders and turns his head. His lips are so full and tempting, I take his mouth hungrily. Fuck, I’ve never enjoyed kissing more. It’s like I can’t get enough of him. He arches his back, and I push my pants below my ass and tug out my dick. I’m so fucking hard, and his hole is dripping slick like a faucet.

“Fuck me,” he whimpers, his slender fingers splayed on the brick wall. “This is fucking stupid, but I want it.”

Again, I have no idea what he’s babbling about, but the head of my cock is pressing his hole, and as the tense muscles give way and let me in, my brain short circuits. His insides are hot and tight, and my eyes roll up in my head as I sink deep. “Fucking hell, your little hole feels good.”

He groans and pushes back on my dick, he’s trembling, and I’m worried his legs are going to give out. So I wrap my arms around his waist, and I start fucking him deep and fast. He cries out, an anguished cry of lust and want. That sparks something primitive deep inside of me. The hairs on my body rise, and my teeth ache. If my kind still shifted, I’m pretty sure I’d be in wolf form by now.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” His voice wobbles with every thrust. “I… I didn’t expect this,shit.” He’s breathing hard, and he reaches back, digging his nails into my bare thigh. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah, I am,” I growl, and I thrust even harder.

He gives a strangled cry and paints the wall with his release. It slides down the red brick, white and creamy. His body is shaking and convulsing with his orgasm, and his quaking hole sends me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I hiss, and my dick jerks and pumps a huge load inside his warm center. He moans and rides my dick, milking every last drop. I’m wheezing like a racehorse as I finish inside him. I feel drugged as my climax gently fades from rabid desperation to warm drowsiness. I pull out of him quickly because my knot is trying to form. I pinch the base of my cock, and grit my teeth. It’s uncomfortable to stop the knot, but it’s also bad form to knot an omega you’re not claiming.

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