Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega-Chapter 77: Stay

Rafael had no choice but to follow the guiding pressure. The cool sheets brushed his flushed skin as Gregoris rolled him onto his stomach. The world tilted, his perspective shifting to the rumpled bedding, the dim light casting deep shadows. He tried to push up on his elbows, a weak attempt at dignity.

A warm, heavy hand settled between his shoulder blades, pressing him gently but firmly down into the mattress. "Stay."

That single word, laced with alpha command, sank into Rafael’s bones. He melted, a soft sigh escaping him as he settled his cheek against the sheets. His arms were folded under his head. Submission, he was learning, could feel like a relief. A surrendering of the constant, defiant tension he carried.

He felt Gregoris move off the bed. The sudden loss of heat was jarring, followed by the rustle of fabric in the quiet room. A zipper. The soft thud of trousers hitting the floor. Rafael’s heart hammered against the mattress. He didn’t need to look to know Gregoris was naked now. The air itself grew heavier, saturated with his scent, and Rafael let his own mingle with it.

The bed dipped again, deeper this time. Gregoris knelt over him, his knees bracketing Rafael’s thighs. His hands returned, sliding slowly, reverently, from Rafael’s shoulders down the delicate line of his spine. They spanned his waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his back.

"Beautiful," Gregoris said again, the word a worshipful breath.

Then he bent.

His lips touched the top knob of Rafael’s spine. A kiss. Then another, lower, following the bony path. Each one was a point of searing heat through the haze of Rafael’s pleasure-dulled senses. Gregoris kissed his way down, his mouth a brand against each vertebra, over the swell of his ass, until he was kneeling lower, his face level with Rafael’s exposed backside.

Rafael stopped breathing.

He felt the hot gust of Gregoris’s exhale against his most intimate skin. Felt the alpha’s large hands spread him open, thumbs pressing his cheeks apart. The cool air hit his damp, sensitive hole, and he shuddered violently.

"Look at you," Gregoris growled, his voice thick with awe. "Still dripping for me. So pink. So open."

The first touch wasn’t his tongue.

It was the barest brush of his nose, tracing the crease where thigh met ass. A slow, maddening inhale. Rafael whimpered, his hips pushing back unconsciously, seeking more.

"Patience," Gregoris chided, a dark thread of amusement in his tone.

He leaned in again. This time, his mouth opened, leaving behind a soft, wet kiss. Directly on his rim.

Rafael jolted, a choked cry muffled by the sheets. "Gregoris!"

The alpha hummed, the vibration buzzing through Rafael’s entire nervous system. He started slow, torturously so. His tongue was broad and flat, lapping over the furl of muscle in long, slow strokes that gathered the sweet slick that had begun to seep out again. He licked him like he was savoring the finest dessert, each pass a deliberate, lingering exploration. He traced the tight ring, circling it, teasing the nerve-rich skin until it quivered under his attention.

Gregoris’s thumbs held him open, and his tongue pressed inward.

The tip of his tongue breached him, just past the tight ring of muscle. Rafael cried out, his back arching, pushing back against that wet, invading heat. Gregoris groaned against him, the sound one of pure, carnal pleasure. He worked his tongue in shallowly, fucking him with it in soft, insistent strokes, loosening him, preparing him with an intimacy that felt more violating and more sacred than anything Rafael had ever known.

He could feel himself opening, relaxing, his body betraying his mind’s last shreds of resistance. More slick trickled out, and Gregoris drank it down, his tongue delving deeper, seeking the source.

"Tastes like honey and sin," Gregoris muttered, his words slurred against Rafael’s skin. "Could live right here."

He alternated between broad, flat licks that made Rafael shudder and those pointed, penetrating thrusts that made him sob. He lapped at his perineum and sucked lightly at the tender skin of his inner cheeks before coming back in on his hole. Rafael’s cock, trapped beneath him, was achingly hard again, leaking onto the sheets.

Just when Rafael felt he might shatter from the overstimulation, Gregoris pulled back.

Rafael made a sound of pure, desperate loss.

He felt Gregoris shift above him, his weight settling more fully over him. A blunt, searing heat nudged against his spit-slicked entrance. It wasn’t his tongue.

It was the thick, heavy head of his cock.

Rafael froze.

Gregoris leaned down, his chest pressing against Rafael’s sweat-slicked back. His mouth found Rafael’s ear, his breath scalding. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" he whispered, the question a challenge. "When you bared your throat. When you let me taste you. You were asking for this."

He didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed forward.

The stretch was immense, shocking. Rafael gasped, his body seizing. Gregoris was so much broader than his tongue, a burning pressure that threatened to split him open. Gregoris stilled, buried just past the head, his entire body trembling with restraint.

"Breathe, Rafael," he commanded, his voice strained. "Breathe for me."

Rafael dragged in a ragged breath, and as he exhaled, his muscles yielded. Gregoris sank another inch, a low, guttural groan tearing from his own throat. He wrapped an arm around Rafael’s chest, hauling him up so Rafael’s back was flush against his front. Rafael’s head fell back against Gregoris’s shoulder, a broken moan escaping him as he was filled completely.

"Fuck," Gregoris hissed, his lips against Rafael’s marked gland. "You’re so tight. So perfect. Taking me so well."

His thrusts were shallow at first, a slow, brutal claiming that stole the air from Rafael’s lungs. Gregoris’s arm was an iron band across his chest, holding him upright, his back plastered to the alpha’s sweat-slicked torso.

"That’s it," Gregoris rasped into his ear, his voice shredded with need. "Take it. Take all of me."

Rafael felt every ridge, every vein, the searing heat of him carving a space inside that felt both alien and like the most natural thing in the world.

Gregoris’s free hand slid down Rafael’s belly, over his hip, and gripped his thigh, hiking it up to open him wider. The change in angle made Rafael shout, a sharp, punched-out sound, as Gregoris hit a spot inside him that sent lightning up his spine.

"There," Gregoris growled, a note of triumph in his voice. He aimed for it, again and again, with ruthless precision.

The world dissolved into sensation. The slap of skin. The wet, filthy sounds of their joining. Gregoris’s ragged breaths and low, possessive groans. The musky, overwhelming scent of alpha in rut and omega submission. Rafael’s own scent had turned syrupy sweet, a desperate invitation.

Just as the coil of Rafael’s second climax began to wind tight, Gregoris stilled.

A sob of frustration caught in Rafael’s throat. "No... don’t stop..."

"Shhh," Gregoris soothed, nuzzling his gland. His voice was strained, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I want to see you."

In one fluid, powerful motion, he pulled out.

The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold void where there had been searing fullness. Rafael whimpered, disoriented, before Gregoris’s hands were on him, turning him.

He flipped Rafael onto his back, the omega’s pale body a stark contrast against the dark sheets. Before Rafael could even process the movement, Gregoris caught his wrists in one large hand and pinned them above his head against the mattress.

Gregoris loomed over him, settling between his thighs, the thick length of his cock, glistening with Rafael’s slick, pressing insistently against his hole once more. Rafael’s chest heaved, his eyes wide and pleading.

And then he saw it.