Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega-Chapter 58: Fully claimed

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The world came back in slow, heavy pulses, timed with the gradual softening of the knot that locked them together. Rafael felt each subtle throb of Gregoris’s cock inside him, each slight retreat of that swollen flesh, as intimate loss. The car was still, the engine cut. Outside the tinted windows, dim ether lights illuminated the imposing stone facade of Gregoris’s manor.

Gregoris shifted first, a low groan in his throat as his knot finally slipped free with a soft, wet sound. Rafael winced at the sudden emptiness, a cold rush of air against his oversensitive, slick-coated hole. Cum, thick and warm, trickled out of him, soaking the ruined leather beneath his thighs.

Without a word, Gregoris straightened his clothing, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers with a grimace of sensitivity. His movements were efficient, his earlier rage banked into a smoldering, possessive calm. He reached for his long, dark wool coat and draped it over Rafael, covering him from shoulders to knees, enveloping him in material and scent.

Rafael’s arms were limp at his sides. He didn’t resist as Gregoris leaned in, sliding one arm under his knees and the other behind his back. He was lifted from the seat as if he weighed nothing, the coat bundling around him. The cool night air hit his face as the car door opened, a shock after the humid, scent-saturated cabin.

Gregoris carried him across the gravel drive, like nothing happened inside that car. Rafael kept his face turned into the alpha’s chest, the silk of his shirt smooth against his cheek. Gregoris smelled like a frosted blade, with the prickly scent of frozen metal.

Rafael heard the heavy front door open and close, then the quiet of a vast, polished hallway and the echo of Gregoris’s steps. Rafael caught glimpses of dark wood, austere portraits, and the glint of steel and glass.

They ascended a wide staircase and turned down a corridor. Another door opened. Gregoris shouldered his way into a room dominated by a massive bed draped in dark fabrics. The air here was cool, clean, and scented faintly of sandalwood and crisp linen.

Gregoris didn’t lay him down gently. He walked to the side of the bed and dropped him onto the mattress. Rafael bounced once, the breath knocking from his lungs, the coat falling open to reveal his skin. Before he could even think to scramble away, to cover himself, Gregoris was on him.

A large hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. Gregoris’s mouth descended on his again in a brutal, silencing kiss. Rafael’s lips, already tender, protested. The kiss was all teeth and punishing pressure, a reminder of the violence that still simmered beneath the surface. Gregoris’s tongue pushed past his lips, claiming the space, tasting of him, of blood and possession.

While his mouth devoured Rafael’s, his other hand went to the open white coat. He simply grabbed and ripped, the last shreds of linen giving way with a final, pathetic tear. Rafael was now completely naked on the dark sheets, exposed under the hungry gaze of the alpha.

Gregoris broke the kiss, his breathing harsh. His silver eyes traveled the length of Rafael’s body, the bite marks on his neck, his flushed chest, his soft, spent cock, and the glistening, used hole between his ass cheeks that was still leaking with his seed.

"You wanted a scene," Gregoris growled, his voice gravelly with renewed arousal. He pushed at Rafael’s shoulder, forcing him to roll over. "Now you’ll finish it."

Rafael went onto his stomach, then his knees, feeling the cool air on his heated skin, his ass in the air. He heard the rustle of clothing behind him, the click of a belt, and the slide of a zipper.

Gregoris’s hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He positioned himself, the broad, slick head of his cock, already fully hard again, nudging against Rafael’s entrance. It was wet and loose from their first coupling but still tight, the ring of muscle clenching nervously.

"You’re mine," Gregoris stated as he pushed forward.

The penetration was smoother this time, but no less overwhelming. Rafael gasped into the duvet as he was filled, the thick, familiar stretch burning its way inside him. Gregoris didn’t pause. He seated himself fully in one long, deep stroke, his hips meeting Rafael’s ass with a solid, flesh-on-flesh smack.

And then he began to move, this time more controlled, more terrifying in its arrogance. Gregoris set a hard, deep, pounding rhythm. Each withdrawal was almost complete, the head of his cock catching on Rafael’s rim before he slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt with a force that drove Rafael forward on the bed.

Rafael’s hands fisted in the sheets. His back arched, his ass pushed back to meet the relentless thrusts. The sound was obscene: the wet, rhythmic slap of Gregoris’s body against his, the squelch of slick cum, and the Alpha’s low grunts. With every deep plunge, Rafael’s body jolted. His cock, trapped beneath him, rubbed against the sheets, firming again with a traitorous ache.

Gregoris’s hands shifted from his hips, one sliding around to Rafael’s front, splaying over his lower abdomen. Rafael could feel the hard length moving inside him through the press of that hand. The other hand fisted in his hair again, pulling his head back, arching his spine into a deeper, more vulnerable curve.

"Watch how you take me," Gregoris rasped in his ear, his thrusts unwavering. "Watch how your body prepares for its alpha."

He was hitting a spot deep inside, a knot of nerves that sparked white-hot pleasure with every stroke. Rafael’s moans, muffled by the bedding, grew louder and more desperate. His insides, already slick and loose, began to clench and flutter, gripping the invading cock, trying to milk it. The pleasure was a coil tightening in his gut, with the deep, bruising sting of the penetration.

Gregoris changed his angle slightly, driving upward, making Rafael cry out, his toes curling. The pounding intensified, the speed increasing until the bedframe began a soft, rhythmic protest against the stone floor. Gregoris was a force of relentless desire above him, in him, his sweat dripping onto Rafael’s back. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

His mouth found the bleeding gland on Rafael’s neck again. This time, he didn’t just tease. He bit.

The sharp, bright pain was a lightning bolt through the haze of pleasure. Rafael screamed, his body seizing as Gregoris’s teeth broke the skin once more, claiming the mark. The sensations of the deep, pounding fullness and the sharp, claiming pain shattered his last resistance. His climax ripped through him, brutally. His insides spasmed wildly around Gregoris’s cock, his own release spilling hot and untouched beneath him, soaking the sheets.

Gregoris roared into his neck, his thrusts turning erratic and frantic. He drove in deep and held, his knot rapidly swelling, pushing past the clenched, fluttering muscle ring to re-lock them together. Rafael sobbed at the feeling of being stretched to the limit as Gregoris’s release erupted inside him. Thick, hot pulses of cum painted his inner walls, a claiming so deep it felt like it was branding his very core.

Gregoris collapsed over him, his weight pressing Rafael into the mattress, his teeth still lodged in his gland. They were locked, tied, and a tangled heap of sweat, cum, and blood. The only sounds were their ragged, overlapping breaths and the wet, intimate pulse of Gregoris still emptying inside him.

Slowly, Gregoris released his neck, licking a slow, possessive stripe over the fresh bite. He nuzzled the mark, his breath hot.

"Mine," he whispered again, the word a satisfied growl against Rafael’s damp skin. "Every bare, defiant inch of you."