Chapter 13
Pretending was the worst. It was a waste of time and energy. But he had been willing to put up with it for Sky’s sake. Willing to put up the pretense, just this once.
He knew all about Sky’s childish wishes of a wholesome alpha that would kiss him on the cheek each morning before leaving for work. Of the big white wedding—the kind that didn’t end in bloodshed, mild or otherwise—surrounded by all of their friends and family.
He’d figured, since he was already taking away the perfect proposal, since he was going to claim Sky on the filthy floor of some shitty carnival attraction, he could do that much for him. Compromise wasn’t really his thing, but for Sky, he’d been willing to try.
Hearing Sky taunt him? Finding out that Sky didn’t want it?
Music to his ears.
Four years ago, Kian had been drunk and so lost to his rut, he hadn’t known what he was doing.
The second he’d smelled Sky, even before the younger man had presented, he’d lost his mind.
He’d had him locked in the bathroom, sheathed on his cock without thinking.
By the time he’d slipped free from the haze and realized, it was too late to do anything to stop it.
So he hadn’t bothered.
He’d continued.
And he’d tested a theory he’d been reading up on lately at the same time.
He wasn’t one to pass up the perfect opportunity to experiment.
The hypothesis was that a prime alpha could force an omega proclivity on a person who had yet to present.
That person had to be close to the right age to present, and had to be flooded with a never-ending stream of alpha pheromones until it took, both fairly serious factors, which was why there’d been no official experiment happening at the time.
Kian had put it to the test, and he’d proven it was possible.
His prize to thank him for his contributions to science?
Sky Tancredi.
His omega.
His omega, who’d just challenged him to be rough.
Kian pulled out slowly, sensing Sky’s confusion.
He’d only managed to insert half his length, so it didn’t take long, and once he was out all the way to the tip, he paused.
He waited until Sky grew noticeably antsy, letting the uncertainty take control of him.
Then, just when he was lifting his head and turning to glance at Kian over his shoulder, Kian slammed home.
His cock drove all the way in, spearing through those tight walls, forcing them to stretch and accept his intrusion. Sky screamed, and the sound had Kian moaning and rolling his hips, grinding himself against that plush ass hard enough it partially lifted Sky from the ground.
It wasn’t enough just to be inside.
He needed to be deeper.
Needed to mold Sky’s insides to the shape of his cock.
Kian blanketed over him, holding him down, and went wild. He speared through Sky again and again, the sound of his balls slapping against Sky’s taint driving him into a frenzy. Every time his omega gasped and cried for him, his shaft pulsed, precome coating Sky’s insides.
“Kian,” Sky sobbed. “It’s too much. Stop.”
He pulled back enough to slap him across the left ass cheek, then worked his hand beneath them so he could tweak Sky’s sensitive nipples instead.
The second he made contact, Sky tightened around his shaft and then came.
Instead of letting up, Kian fucked into him with more aggression, screwing him into the floor.
“Look.” All around, their reflections greeted them. Images of his larger form dominating Sky’s. Kian caught Sky’s eyes in one at their left and then pulled his cock out, smirking when Sky’s gaze latched onto that part of him in the mirror. “You take me so well, little omega.”
Kian thrust back in, close to his own release now. It wouldn’t be the only one. He didn’t intend to allow Sky to leave this room until well after the carnival had ended and the sun had crested.
He’d read the best claimings were the ones that lasted, which was more than all right by him. It had something to do with getting the omega accustomed to the alpha's pheromones. The more drunk on them he made Sky, the bigger the aversion he’d have to another alpha's smell.
That’s what he wanted. Kian didn’t want Sky to be able to even look another alpha in the eye without feeling like he was going to throw up. Wanted him trapped and so unforgivingly tied to him, there’d be nowhere for Sky to go once he found out who Kian really was.
Since he’d had such a problem with Kian stabbing Kenta, a guy who’d been in the process of sexually assaulting him, he probably wouldn’t react well when he discovered murder wasn’t a new pastime of his.
Before then, Kian had to ensure it wouldn’t matter how Sky felt about it one way or the other.
If Sky literally couldn’t survive without him, his omega couldn’t leave. Even if Kian took a dozen more lives, a hundred, Sky wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” Kian surprised himself by whispering, but he felt it had to be said, at least once.
“Then,” Sky moaned, “stop.”
“Never.” It was time. “Make your choice.”
Sky’s brow furrowed.
Kian drilled into him punishingly. “Decide, Sky. Are you giving me a baby? Or am I giving you the bite?”
If he’d been able to think clearly, Sky might have realized he wasn’t in heat at the moment, and there was no real fear of getting pregnant.
Kian did have pills on him, but it would still take fifteen minutes or so for them to take effect, and he was sure that if he pulled out now and tried it, Sky would panic and really fight back.
Kian didn’t want to hurt him. He would if he had to, but he didn’t want to.
He also didn’t really want to force a child on him. Sure, the idea of breeding his omega was appealing in the sense that Kian liked the thought of having something tangible he could use to further control him. But Shiloh would be furious, and Kian didn’t want to alienate his family.
Not when Sky would need them to help ease him into this new lifestyle.
If Sky stayed stubborn and insisted, though it was highly unlikely, he’d get the pill. Kian never would have tricked him into it if the odds hadn’t been in his favor. One way or another, neither of them was leaving until he got what he wanted.
“Please.” Tears rolled down Sky’s ruddy cheeks. “Please, don’t do this.”
“Choose.” He fucked into him, rocking Sky’s body forward, and then nipped at his exposed throat to help lead him to the right conclusion.
“Kian.”
“A baby then.”
“No!”
“You didn’t decide fast enough,” Kian said. “I think I’ll breed—”
“Give me the bite!” he sounded desperate. “Bite me.”
“Is that what you want?” He was being an asshole, but Kian couldn’t help it. “Do you want me to claim you, baby?”
Sky sobbed. “I want you to bite me. Please. Alpha. Just don’t…” He shook his head. “Anything but that.”
“Anything?” Satisfied, Kian took a fistful of Sky’s hair and held him down, exposing the delicate length of his throat.
When his teeth sank in, his little omega came again. At the feel of him tightening everywhere, Kian found his own release, burying himself as deep as he could go. He filled Sky up and sucked down a mouthful of his blood.
Minutes passed before he released him, pulling his teeth and his cock free at the same time. His reflection in the mirrors was horrifying, blue eyes gleaming, crimson dripping down his chin.
Sky caught his gaze and flinched, curling in on himself.
Kian didn’t like that.
Rolling his omega onto his back, he settled over him a second time and thrust back into that warm, wet heat.
* * *
He was a little gentler with the third bite.
Tipping Sky’s head to the side to expose the unmarked side of his neck as he continued to bounce him up and down on his cock.
Kian was propped against one of the walls with his omega spread over his lap and was enjoying the view of them in the various reflections.
Sky didn’t seem to feel the same way. He kept his eyes closed for most of this position, as though refusing to look.
“Even if you don’t see it, it’s still reality,” Kian told him, right before he dug his incisors into Sky’s flesh.
The omega cried out and struggled, but Kian’s arm tightened around his waist, securing him as he continued to thoroughly fuck him and flood the room with his pheromones.
The more times Sky orgasmed, the more pheromones he would process.
He’d already come half a dozen times in the two hours they’d been here, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Kian.
He pumped his pheromones through the places they were connected, his teeth forcing his essence into Sky’s bloodstream, tying the two of them together forever. After tonight, Sky would never get hard or wet for another alpha. If some day he did want children, he’d have to come to Kian to get them.
He unlatched his jaw and then inspected the mark he’d left behind, relishing the specks of blood and the wound. “You aren’t closing up here nearly as fast as you are below.”
The bites would heal quickly; it was part of their genetic coding.
They were meant to bite and be bitten, Kian’s teeth tearing skin, his saliva aiding Sky’s body in the healing process.
Pain and risk of infection weren’t the purpose of the bite, the scar that would remain after was.
Within twenty-four hours, the scabbing process would be nearly complete.
So long as nothing happened to reopen the injuries.
“What are you doing?” the thread of fear in Sky’s voice when Kian tilted his head the other way almost stopped him.
Almost.
“One for every year I was gone,” Kian explained. “I’m making my absence up to you.”
He was sure not to line up his teeth exactly, wanting to leave as many individual marks as possible, and then bit down.
Sky wailed, dick spurting at the same time. Thick ropes of come splattered across the floor, but he never softened fully, no matter how many times he came. Almost as soon as he was emptied, it hardened all over again.
His omega whimpered.
Despite his protests, claiming bites weren’t the same as regular marks.
It would hurt, of course, but there’d be a rush of endorphins, pleasure sensors exploding in his brain and erogenous zones.
It was an experience exclusive to omegas.
As an alpha, Kian only felt the satisfaction of dominating a mate.
Sky went boneless in his hold, and Kian tipped him forward, settling him back on his stomach. He lifted his hips and continued to rut, spreading his omega's cheeks wide so he could see where they joined.
His hole was puffy and well used, red and glistening with slick. Rivulets of come dripped down his thighs, globs of it released whenever Kian’s cock dragged out.
Kian pounded into him with intense, measured strokes, and then pulled free. He counted the seconds it took for Sky’s ring of muscle to close up, pleased when it took longer than it had the last time he’d conducted this experiment.
“What,” Sky was exhausted, “are you doing?”
“Seeing how long it takes to fuck you completely open,” he explained. “I want to be able to see inside of you for at least a full minute.”
“That’s not hot and I hate you.” He was murmuring now. Was he talking to himself?
“If you fall asleep, I’ll keep going,” Kian warned. “There’s no escape from me now, Sky. Not even sleep will save you.”
“Please stop. You got what you wanted.”
“No, I haven’t.” He shifted on his knees until he’d lined his cock back up. “I told you what I want to see.” Kian thrust home.
Sky passed out.
* * *
“Waking up, baby?” Kian kept fucking, loving the sound of the springs and the way Sky’s fit body bounced on the mattress.
They’d only been home for a little under half an hour, and he was surprised Sky had slept the entire drive.
He’d stirred once when Kian had settled him over his lap, his cock buried deep, and draped a long coat over his back.
Then again, when they’d settled into the car, but he’d never fully come to.
Kian had merely had to release soothing pheromones, and he’d easily slipped back into slumber.
He didn’t do that now. There was no need to keep Sky unconscious here. His omega was secured, and they were safe within the walls of his home.
“What…” Sky tried to move his arms and then realized his wrists were bound and tied to the headboard with leather cuffs. His eyes widened and he set an accusatory gaze on Kian, gasping when doing so meant he also finally noticed what Kian was pulling on.
He’d attached nipple clamps to Sky’s perky buds, the silver chain between them held loosely in Kian’s left hand. Every now and again, he gave a tug, relishing the way it always made Sky’s back bow.
“What is going on?” Sky’s eyes rolled when Kian angled his cock to hit his prostate and yanked the chain at the same time. “Stop. Let me focus.”
“Nothing you have to focus on right now except me,” Kian said.
“I mean it. I don’t feel good.”
“What doesn’t feel good?” He didn’t let up, kept pumping despite his casual tone. He was certain Sky was fine. The chip he’d placed behind his omega's ear sent readings directly to his multi-slate, and if there were any major changes, his device would be blaring.
“Everything! I’m pretty sure you’re killing me!”
“You’re fine. Just breathe through it.”
Sky glared at him. “You can’t be serious right now? How long have you—”
“Been inside of you?” Kian grinned. “Are you curious if I was able to achieve my goal? If I pull out now, it’ll take close to two minutes for your hole to close up. Would you like to see?”
Sky looked at him like he’d grown another head, but Kian found that kind of funny, so he decided to continue what had obviously started out as a joke.
He picked up his device and got it into position, ignoring the way Sky squirmed and tried to prevent him from getting a good shot. His cock slipped free with ease, and he snapped a couple of photos before plugging Sky back up.
Kian dropped over him and held the screen out for Sky to see.
“Good Light,” Sky sounded horrified.
And fascinated.
He tried to hide it, but Kian caught on.
“Since you’re awake,” he tossed the device onto the bed next to them and started pumping. “Give me one more orgasm, and I’ll let you rest properly. How does that sound?”
He clearly wanted to argue, but was too exhausted. “Fine. Just come quickly.”
Kian snorted. “Not me. You.”
Sky shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Should we put that to the test?” Kian reached for the rungs of the headboard, grabbing onto one at either side of Sky’s bound wrists. “Ready, little omega?”
“No. No, wait—” Sky’s wails mixed with the sounds of the bed whacking loudly against the wall.