Page 6 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
Rosco gave up on his brief attempt at being gentle before he fucked me like it was his right, like he owned the world and I was just living in it.
It wasn’t at all like I’d imagined sex would be. It wasn’t like jacking off or playing with myself. It was a full-body experience with every nerve buzzing and my whole body moving with him. I wanted him to leave bruises to prove this night really happened, just in case I never had a night like this again.
He kissed the back of my neck as his hand slid under me and closed around my dick. To my relief, he began stroking me in time with his thrusts, bringing me even closer to the orgasm I wasn’t even sure I could handle.
“Come for me, omega.”
Maybe I should have tried to resist for a little longer, but I couldn’t hold back. The intense climax hit me instantly, and I couldn’t stay quiet. I wasn’t proud of the way I cried out his name, but I wasn’t ashamed of it either. He did that to me. It was entirely his fault.
I gripped the comforter tighter and rutted into the bed as I came all over the linens while I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Rosco didn’t stop. He drove into me with animal urgency as his hips pistoned and his balls slapped against me.
I could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock and instinctively began to clench around it, desperate for him to finish inside me and fill me with his seed.
A moment later, he did. Rosco buried himself to the hilt and locked us together, flooding me with his hot release and keeping it securely inside me.
The aftershocks ran wild and sporadic through me, causing me to flinch or shake as the high started to slowly wear off.
Rosco collapsed against my back and panted close to my ear.
For a long moment, we just lay there, connected by our most intimate parts and breathing as if we were a singular unit.
Eventually, his knot deflated and he carefully pulled out.
The loss was immediate, but he rolled me onto my back and traced a finger down my chest, kissing me softly. His eyes were softer now, but only a little.
“Was that okay?” I hated to sound so insecure, but I needed to know he didn’t hate it.
“That was amazing. I don’t usually knot an omega without asking first, I’m sorry.” He brushed a few strands of sweat off my forehead and lay beside me, holding me against his chest. “Are you okay?”
“Amazing.” I nodded and rested my cheek on his heated skin, not ready to watch him leave. “Will you stay?” I did my best to look coy and seductive. Part of my plan was a success, now I needed to enact the second part—get a repeat performance.
His arms closed even tighter around me, and he sighed. “For a while, omega. Just sleep now.”
4
ROSCO
It would have been easy to stay in Ori’s bed all night. He fit perfectly in my arms, and for the first time ever, I wasn’t anxious to slip out. The young omega surprised me. He was all wide eyes and innocence. There was no way he was actually twenty-two. I doubted he was over nineteen.
Fuck, I wanted to stay.
But I had shit to do for Cord, and I couldn’t just cuddle all night. Once Ori was asleep and I felt satisfied I could sneak out without waking him, I scooted out of his bed and put a pillow under him where he’d been sleeping on my body. Then I crept out of his room without letting the heavy door click loudly behind me.
The hall was empty, but I still kept my head down when I passed the cameras. I knew the guys in the control room were probably talking shit about my little hook-up, so I took the stairs down instead of the elevator to give them time to get it out of their systems. I wasn’t sure I was in the mood to hear it.
The control room was lit up like Christmas with every wall covered in monitors and keyboards and laptops littering the available desk space. Valerio was hunched over a laptop with his headset tilted off one ear as he looked up at me. “Yo, Ros. Have a good night?”
Fucker.
“Yep.” Two other techs were also in the room, Brian and maybe…Steve. I couldn’t remember his name, but I’d seen him around a few times. I leaned against the back wall and crossed my arms over my chest. “Report.”
V sat up straight and yanked off his headset. “Night’s been quiet. Had to 86 a couple drunks on the slots, but nothing serious.”
I watched his eyes dart over my shoulder, then settle back on me. “How many?”
“Three. Two regulars and a guy from outta town.”
