Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega-Chapter 57: Mine

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"And you’re tearing my clothes."

"I’ll buy you a hundred more," Gregoris snarled. He leaned in again, his mouth went to Rafael’s throat, just below his jawline, grazing the neck until he reached the nape and the scent gland from there.

His teeth grazed the supersensitive skin there, not biting, hovering, but the threat was a live wire. Rafael cried out, a sharp, startled sound, as his body bowed off the seat. Pleasure and panic became indistinguishable. Gregoris laved the spot with his tongue, then scraped his teeth over it again, harder.

A coppery tang bloomed on Gregoris’s tongue. A bead of blood welled where his canine had pressed too deep.

The scent in the car shifted, intensified into a sweeter one, and the inviting omega warmth was now threaded with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. It was like throwing gasoline on Gregoris’s simmering desire. A low, visceral growl erupted from his chest, vibrating against Rafael’s skin.

His hands hooked into the remaining fabric of Rafael’s pants and yanked, rending them completely apart. The torn linen was shoved down Rafael’s thighs, baring him utterly to the cool, conditioned air of the car and Gregoris’s ravenous gaze.

Rafael was laid bare. And he was beautiful.

His cock, already half-hard from the struggle and scenting, rested against his stomach, flushed deep pink. Neatly trimmed dark brown hair framed its base. But it was what lay beneath that drew Gregoris’s eye, that made his own cock, painfully hard in his tailored trousers, give a fierce throb.

Rafael’s hole was a furled, pink pucker, nestled between the firm cheeks of his ass. And it was glistening. A sheen of clear, viscous slick coated the perineum and the tight-clenching entrance. The sweet, heady scent of it, honeyed and rich, filled the space between them, drowning out everything else.

"Not just an invitation," Gregoris corrected, his voice thick. "A welcome."

He didn’t wait. He had run out of patience. He fumbled with his own trousers, the button and zip giving way. He sprang free, thick, heavy, and ruddy with need. The broad, dark red-colored head was already beaded with precome. His knot, a pronounced swell at the base of his shaft, was beginning to inflate.

Rafael’s eyes widened, fixated on the sheer size of him. "Gregoris, wait..."

"No."

Gregoris spat the word. He grabbed Rafael by the hips, his fingers leaving indents in the pale flesh, and hauled him forward, tilting his pelvis up. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging against that slick, tight entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from it and see the way Rafael’s body clenched in anticipation.

"Look at me," Gregoris commanded.

Rafael’s gaze, dark and stormy, flew to his.

Gregoris pushed in.

He drove forward with a single, powerful thrust of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one relentless motion.

Rafael screamed.

The sound was torn from him, a raw mix of shock and overwhelming sensation. His body seized, his back arching violently off the leather seat. Inside, he was impossibly full. Gregoris was huge, stretching him wide, the burning ache of the penetration still sharp. The stretch was intense, a searing pressure that mapped every inch of his inner walls and forced them to accommodate the Alpha’s size.

Gregoris groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. He held himself deep, buried completely, letting them both feel it. Rafael’s body was a grip of velvet heat, clenching and fluttering around him in shocked, involuntary pulses. The slick helped, but it didn’t take away the sheer, shocking fullness.

"Fuck," Gregoris hissed, his forehead dropping to Rafael’s shoulder. "You are tighter than I dreamed."

He showed no mercy. He pulled back, almost all the way out, the drag of his ridged length against Rafael’s oversensitive walls making the omega whimper. Then he slammed back in.

And again.

And again.

He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a powerful stroke that rocked Rafael’s entire body against the seat. The sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and lewd, filled the car, blending with Gregoris’s ragged breaths and Rafael’s broken, choked-off sounds.

Rafael’s hands scrambled, finding grip on the smooth leather on his sides. His knuckles were white. Pleasure was building behind the wall of pain and shock. With every deep, driving thrust, Gregoris’s cockhead dragged over a spot inside him that sent electric jolts through his core. His own neglected cock, trapped between their bodies, leaked constantly, smearing precome on his stomach.

"You feel that?" Gregoris grunted, his pace relentless. His hands shifted from Rafael’s hips to under his thighs, hiking his legs up higher, spreading him wider. The new angle let him plunge even deeper. "That’s where you belong. Split open on an Alpha’s cock. My cock."

Rafael could only moan, a high, desperate sound. His head thrashed side to side. The pain was blurring, melting into a searing, overwhelming fullness that sparked pleasure with every movement. His body was betraying him, clenching and gripping Gregoris’s shaft, sucking him deeper, and producing more slick that eased the brutal slide.

Gregoris bent over him, his mouth finding Rafael’s again. This kiss was different, laced with a dark, shared fervor. He swallowed Rafael’s moans, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips. The coppery taste of Rafael’s blood mingled with the taste of their shared breath.

He could feel his knot swelling further, a thick, urgent bulge at the base of his shaft. With every thrust, it bumped against Rafael’s entrance, an insistent pressure promising an even more powerful stretch.

"I’m going to knot you," Gregoris growled against his lips, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, and more frantic. The slapping of flesh grew louder. "I’m going to lock inside you and pump you so full you’ll taste me."

The filthy words tipped Rafael over the edge. His climax ripped through him unexpectedly, a violent and blinding outburst. His body clamped down on Gregoris’s cock in a series of violent, milking spasms, his own release spurting in hot stripes between their sweat-slicked stomachs. A broken, sobbing cry was torn from his throat, his body bowing taut as a wire.

The fierce, rhythmic squeezing dragged Gregoris over the edge. With a growl that was more animal than man, he drove in one last, deep time, his swollen knot finally pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

Rafael screamed at the stretching intrusion, the feeling of being locked overwhelming.

Gregoris’s release was a thick, hot pulse of cum shot deep into Rafael’s core, each shot hitting him deep with a force that made him jerk. Gregoris shuddered violently above him, his hips grinding in shallow, involuntary circles as he emptied himself, the knot swelling to its full size inside Rafael, binding them together and ensuring that no drop was wasted.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the faint hum of the car’s ether engine, and the wet, intimate sound of Gregoris’s cock still giving the occasional, spent twitch inside him. Rafael felt stuffed, ruined, and filled with a heat that was slowly seeping into his very bones.

Gregoris collapsed over him, his weight heavy but oddly comforting. He nuzzled into Rafael’s bleeding gland, his breath hot on the superficial scratch.

"Mine," he whispered, the word a raw, satisfied vibration against Rafael’s skin.