Chapter 20 Emilio #2
"Stop laughing! This is serious!" I point at Akira, advancing on him. "We just talked about this. You said you wouldn't take over. You said you'd defer to me. And then what did you do? You answered every single question like you're the one running things!"
Akira straightens, his expression calm despite my fury. "If I tried to defer to you, we would have had a different issue. Some of them didn't believe our relationship was real. They were looking for cracks, for reasons to vote you out anyway. I had to be convincing."
"Convincing?" I get up in his face, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "You were convincing, all right. You convinced them that you're in charge now."
Akira grins, and the casual amusement in his expression makes me want to scream. "I didn't say anything we can't correct. Everything I proposed aligns with what you wanted. We can have another meeting, clarify roles, make it clear that final decisions rest with you."
"They won't listen," I growl, frustrated that he doesn't understand. "They've already made up their minds. You're the Alpha. You're in charge. That's how they see it now."
Turning away from him, I pace across the office. My hands shake with adrenaline, with the need to hit something or scream or break down completely. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Exactly why I wanted to do this alone.
Rough hands grab me from behind, spinning me around. Akira pulls me back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me in a hold that's part restraint, part embrace. The heat of his body seeps through my suit, making my skin prickle.
"Get the fuck off of me," I snarl, struggling against his grip.
"I will, absolutely," Akira murmurs against my ear, his voice dropping lower. "But tell me, why are you hard, firecracker? Hmm? I think you like this. I've watched you rile my brother up and then drag him into those VIP rooms for some relief. Tell me, is this what you need?"
My face flames, heat flooding through me.
Because he's right. Despite my anger, despite the betrayal and frustration and fear, my body is responding to his proximity.
To the dominance in his voice, the strength in his hold, the scent of whiskey and citrus surrounding me.
My cock strains against my pants, obvious and embarrassing.
"No," I protest, but the word comes out weak.
At the same time, my body betrays me completely. My hips wiggle forward, seeking friction, seeking contact. The familiar heat of need builds low in my belly, my body melting against Akira's chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like this is where I belong.
Akira grins against my neck, and I can feel his satisfaction.
"All you had to do was ask, you needy Omega." A gasp tears from my throat, sharp and desperate, as Akira’s breath brushes my ear. His voice is a low rumble, dripping with promise. “I can fill you up hard and fast just like you need, yeah? Do you need me to plug you too? So you can feel me inside you tonight?” The words sink into me, igniting a fire that’s been smoldering since he grabbed me.
My cock twitches, a damp spot spreading across the front of my tailored pants, the fabric clinging to my skin.
I’m a mess already, and he’s barely touched me.
Liam’s purr cuts through the haze, pulling my gaze upward.
He’s still sprawled on the couch, one hand lazily resting on his thigh, his pants tented obscenely.
The sight makes my mouth water, my body aching to close the distance between us.
“We have to lock the fucking door,” I say, my voice coming out breathy, my hands gripping Akira’s arms to steady myself.
“Already done,” Liam replies, his tone amused. He rises, moving with that easy grace that always makes my heart flutter, and leans against the desk beside me. “Let my brother take care of you.”
Before I can protest, Akira’s hands are on me, lifting me onto the desk.
The polished wood is cool against my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my core.
He peels off my suit jacket, then my shirt, revealing the light blue lingerie bra and panties set I’d hidden beneath.
The lace hugs my skin, a secret indulgence I’d chosen to feel powerful today, not to be seen like this.
Akira’s eyes darken, drinking me in, and my breath catches as he drops to his knees.
“I dreamt about tasting you after finding you slick with need in that lingerie set,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my chest through the lace.
The sensation is electric, sending shivers down my spine as he kisses lower, his mouth closing over my nipple.
He sucks through the fabric, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch into him, a whine escaping my lips.
His hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down just enough to free my cock.
It springs up, Akira not even hesitating, taking me into his mouth with a groan.
“You taste like a fucking drug,” he says, voice muffled against my skin, “always in my mind since I fucked you last. I need you.”
The words hit harder than they should, sinking into the part of me I’ve been trying to ignore.
I buck up into his mouth, chasing the wet heat, the suction, the way his tongue flicks over the head.
Then his fingers find my ass, two slipping inside without warning, stretching me around the slick already pooling there.
An unrestrained howl leaves my lips but Liam’s there in an instant, his mouth covering mine in a kiss that swallows my cries.
His lips are firm and demanding, his cedarwood scent wrapping around me like a blanket.
I groan into him, wiggling against Akira’s fingers, my body caught between them, a live wire sparking at both ends.
The pleasure builds too fast, a tidal wave I can’t hold back.
I spill down Akira’s throat, my hips jerking as he swallows every drop, his fingers still working me open.
He pulls back, grinning, his lips glistening with my release.
“You do taste like a drug,” he says, standing and undoing his pants with a flick of his wrist.
The Jacob’s ladder piercings catch the light as he frees himself, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
He tugs my panties to the side, the lace scraping deliciously against my skin, and fucks up into me in one smooth thrust. The stretch is perfect, his piercings dragging along my walls, and I clench around him, already desperate for more.
“I like seeing you like this,” Akira says, his voice rough as he sets a punishing pace, “all needy for us when you’re so strong and independent out there.
” His eyes dip to my stomach, the slight swell barely visible under the lace, and my cock thickens again, traitorously responsive.
“I like you like that too,” he adds, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second, “and I can’t wait to see you all swollen and full. ”
“This is just business,” I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. “Just business.”
Liam laughs softly, leaning closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy. You and my brother are both deep in denial.”
I know he’s right. I’ve spent years building Aurum Pulse, fighting to prove an Omega can run it without an Alpha’s shadow.
But Akira and Liam—they’re not just shadows.
They’re here, and my body craves them in a way that terrifies me.
What if they take it all? What if they steal my club, my legacy, the way Zaden’s been trying to?
They’ve already taken over meetings, answered questions that should’ve been mine.
I can’t let them take my heart too. Not until I know they won’t betray me.
But my body doesn’t care about my fears.
It responds to Akira’s thrusts, to the way Liam’s eyes burn into mine, promising more.
I’m caught between them, my resolve crumbling with every movement, every whispered word.
This is supposed to be just sex, a release to clear my head, but it feels like more, and that’s the part I can’t face. Not yet.