Page 26 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
Who was I to deny him anything? “Brace yourself, baby.” As promised, I proceeded to rail his sweet ass, fucking him like it was our first, best, and last time all in one. “We’re gonna be here all night.”
The room was filled with sounds of sex and skin and breaths that made me feel alive. I’d spent my whole life ignoring my own needs so I could take care of my employers, but I didn’t need to do that now. There were no more secrets.
I knew who Orlando was, and I loved him anyway. And he knew who I was…and still saved me. Being inside him was just the physical manifestation of the deep feelings I had for him. My life finally had meaning and purpose and…hope. Hope for the kind of happiness Cord and Andro had. The kind of love and support that all the men I worked for had been finding. The kind of love I didn’t think would ever be a possibility for me.
I pumped harder, crashing into Ori and nailing his prostate with each thrust.
“I’m close.” He pressed his head to the mattress and deepened the angle as his hand pumped even faster.
“Fuck, baby. Me too.” I gripped his hips and moved faster, pushing us both over the precipice of pleasure until we were a panting, sweaty mess in the center of my bed.
My knot expanded, holding in all the cream I’d deposited into my omega to stake my claim. He was mine. With both my arms wrapped around his chest, I carefully shifted our weight so we were spooning. “You feel okay, Ori?”
He nodded and sighed contentedly. “Perfect.” He pulled on my arms, tightening them around his chest. “But we’re not done. I want repeats of that all night.”
I chuckled and kissed his neck. “You won’t hear any arguments from me.” I splayed my palm over his belly and gently pressed it. “Your scent is changing.”
Ori was quiet for a moment before he nodded against my shoulder. “Yeah, I’ve noticed too. Avery gave me a test to take…but I wanted to wait until I was with you.”
My smile was instant, mostly because I needed to know he was okay with this development. “So…you’re okay with it? Being pregnant, I mean?” I didn’t need a test to tell me what my nose already knew.
Ori craned his neck so he could see me. “Yeah. Are you?”
When the angle wasn’t enough, I lifted up onto my elbow so I could meet his gaze. “Better than okay.” I kissed his cheek and was surprised to taste fresh tears there. “Happy. Proud. Shocked. All of the above.”
My omega chuckled and lay back down on the pillow. “I’ll take ‘all of the above’ as long as it comes with a generous helping of ‘for the rest of our lives.’”
I smirked and felt a different kind of knot form in my throat. “Based on the deal we’ve made with Cord, I don’t think we get a choice.”
Ori groaned and buried his face against my arm. “I’m so sorry, Rosco. I fucked up. I ruined the trust you had in me, and what’s worse, I ruined the trust between you and Cord.”
I held him tighter. “Shh. I’m not so sure about that. Yes, things will be strained and it will take time for us to find our footing in the organization. I might get left out of some discussions I used to be a part of. Hell, I might even be demoted completely. But as long as Ihave you, I don’t care about any of that. How do you feel about your new role? I agreed to it without asking you.”
“A job doing the thing I enjoy most in the world? It won’t be a hardship. And I get to be with you, Rosco.” Ori’s lips brushed over my skin and sent shudders down my spine. “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do. You deserve everything, and I intend to give it to you.”
“I’ll find a way to fix this. I will. I know how much your job means to you.”
I kissed his temple, shushing him again. “I know you do. But know this. As much as my job is my life—you mean more. More than I ever dreamed of. More than I hoped for. And more than I’ve ever deserved. I’d give it all up for you and our child.”
A lone tear slipped down Ori’s cheek. “I love you, alpha.”
“I love you.”
15
ORI
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
I read once that pregnancy was like your body becoming a haunted house. There were creaks where none should be, joints that stuck, and confusion at every turn. My haunted body was less “spooky Victorian” and more like a “condemned row house after a shootout.” The tendons in my lower back tugged and pulled with every move, and my knees wobbled more with each trip to the bathroom, which seemed to be every five minutes.
I never expected to be about to deliver a baby at nineteen, but the other omegas assured me it was a good thing. Young bodies healed quickly and all that nonsense. Unfortunately, my body felt like it was a hundred going on a million.
The only thing that made me feel less self-conscious about my size and lack of grace was the absolute certainty that Rosco truly thought I was beautiful.
“You’re so perfect. Made to grow my babies,” he’d said the night before as I peeled my sweat-stuck shirt off with more groans than I could count. I flipped him the bird but let him rub my feet anyway because pregnancy was a democracy, and I’d lost the vote on the swelling in my ankles.
