Epilogue
One Year Later
Kian slammed into Sky from behind, and the omega made a shrill sound. He slapped a palm over his mouth, chuckling as Sky writhed in his arms and lifted his ass to accept Kian’s next stroke.
“Shh,” Kian hushed him. “Elm is right outside, remember?”
“How could I forget?” Sky hissed, clawing at the tiles. Water sleuthed over them from the single showerhead, the temperature long since turned tepid. “Hurry up already! Let me come!”
“Not until you beg me,” Kian reminded, tightening his arms around him. The space within the single shower stall was frustratingly small, but at least it gave him an excuse to touch as much of Sky as possible.
They were playing another one of their games.
Sky never lasted very long.
This time, Kian had sworn not to come inside of him again until he’d begged for it, and Sky had held out for over a week.
He was tired of pulling out, though, even if his omega looked phenomenal painted in his spunk.
He’d also tried other tricks, like making Sky go a full day without showering it off.
He’d walked around with dried come all over his chest, the smell of Kian and sex coating his skin…and hadn’t batted an eyelash. Not even when Pike had come upstairs to deliver a report.
Sky was too comfortable around the Eumia now. He’d leaned into his position as the Possessio, and any sense of the shyness he’d once held was long gone. At least where they were concerned.
There was a difference in letting mafia members, people who were used to openly discussing and watching sexual acts take place, and letting someone outside of that social circle hear, wasn’t there?
Kian had gone to great lengths to ensure Elm’s presence today, and he wasn’t going to squander this chance to break his omega and claim him once more.
He shifted on his feet and knocked into the wall, grimacing. “It’s too tight in here.”
“Really?” Sky’s teasing lilt gave him away. “Not usually something you complain about.”
“You know what I mean. Don’t get cute.” Kian bit his neck, careful not to leave any marks. Not because he didn’t want to, but because his little omega would get off if he drew blood, and he was in it to win it today.
That particular bet of theirs had only lasted a single day. The morning after their tussle with Rish in the woods, Sky had gifted Kian his throat and begged to be bitten.
So why was he holding out so long now? It wasn’t like Sky was anywhere near his heat. There was no fear of him getting pregnant, and Kian happened to know with absolute certainty, he enjoyed being pumped full of come just as much as Kian enjoyed pumping him full of it.
“Aren’t I always cute though?” Sky asked, but when Kian didn’t fall for the bait, he whined. “Alpha. At least bite me properly. Please. Don’t you want me?”
“I’m not falling for that.” Kian laughed, but he did drive his cock deeper into Sky’s snug inner walls. “Just give in, Sky. There’s no reason not to. I know that you’re pleased with me.”
“Am I?” he stubbornly stated.
He had to be. Less than an hour ago, Sky had gifted Kian a matching couple’s mug set for their first anniversary.
The mugs had been handmade and were a part of the full tableware set Sky had given to him a couple of weeks ago, on the Night of the Apparition, exactly one year after Kian had given him the claiming mark.
Apparently, one of the original mugs had cracked in the kiln, and Sky had refused to let him see the other until a new one was completed.
With all the activities for the holiday taking place, and all of the orders he’d gotten from customers, he hadn’t had much time for it.
But it was finally done. Kian had the completed set.
Now his greedy eyes were on the wedding set Sky had made as a school project. He wanted it. He planned on having it.
Weddings weren’t really a thing on Glyph, hence why it was proving difficult to convince Sky, who claimed he’d grown out of such childish wishes, but Kian had a plan. His own anniversary gift, which happened to include convincing Elm to steal the set while Sky was…distracted.
Elm was the only other person who knew where Sky stashed it, so it should work out.
Also, it wasn’t really theft. Not only did Kian own everything Sky did through their mating, and vice versa, but the dishware had obviously been crafted with him in mind.
They’d been painted the same color as Kian’s eyes, after all.
Kian had it all planned. Tonight, he’d take Sky to a fancy dinner at this romantic restaurant on the harbor, where their food would be presented on the tableware Sky had made.
That wasn’t really the gift, just a nice touch.
He’d rented out the entire restaurant and ordered the staff to vacate as soon as they’d been served.
Sky had mentioned something in passing last month about wishing he could fuck in a sea of stars.
It wasn’t the same thing, but Kian thought maybe he’d be just as pleased being taken with his face pressed against a glass wall overlooking a high-rise view of the city at night.
“Come on, baby.” Kian plucked at Sky’s nipples, knowing they were already puffy and sensitive from when he’d sucked on them earlier. “Don’t you want me?”
“That’s not fair.” Sky moaned, head tipping back against Kian’s chest.
“Say the words, or I’ll keep you here on the edge of release all day,” Kian turned to threats. “I don’t care how many of your customers we scare off with your screams. We aren’t leaving until you’re begging me to fill—”
As if on cue, Elm chose that moment to pound on the door, causing Sky to leap practically a foot off the ground, even while impaled on Kian’s cock.
“Yo, assholes, seriously?! Quit fucking and get out here! The shop is about to open, and there’s no way other people are going to be as forgiving as I am about the sounds you two are making! ”
“You heard him,” Sky snapped, crying out when Kian twisted the nipple he’d been rubbing and then slammed into him even harder from behind. “Alpha!”
The studio had been open for business for five months now.
With Elm’s help creating, Sky had been able to open the storefront portion a lot sooner than anticipated.
They were doing fairly well, and since the planet was slipping into the holiday time of year, were anticipating a massive rise in sales.
Unless they were caught fornicating on-site.
That would probably scare off one or two customers.
Kian would never actually jeopardize this place. If he didn’t think Sky would cave, he wouldn’t bother playing this card. As it were…
“All right!” Sky sobbed, and it was like music to Kian’s ears. “Alpha, you win. You win.”
“What do I win?” He trailed the tip of his nose teasingly up the expanse of Sky’s delectable neck, the silent promise of a rewarding bite sparking between them, fattening the pot.
There was no way Sky could resist.
“Alpha, please,” Sky pressed back into him, “I want you deeper. I need you inside of me.”
“What do you need?” His hand dropped to Sky’s dick, and he started to leisurely pump him, only quickening the pace when Sky continued to tell him what he wanted to hear.
“Fill me up. Please, come inside of me.”
“Breed you?” Kian was close himself, so opted to help out, steering Sky in the right direction.
“Yes! Breed me, alpha. Stuff me full.”
Good Light.
It was almost everything he wanted. He could stop here.
But where would the fun be in that?
“You want me to pump you full of my come and make you walk around the rest of the day with it inside of you?” That hadn’t been on the table in their original bet.
They also happened to be in the shower already, so Sky probably thought he was going to get to clean himself out afterward.
Kian had other ideas. “I want you out there, talking to unsuspecting customers who have no idea you’re overflowing with alpha spunk. ”
Sky wanted to argue, it was so obvious, but Kian played his ace, setting his teeth against the side of his throat, over one of the bites he’d opened just the other day. As soon as he felt the promise there, Sky whined and conceded fully.
“Bite me, fuck me, fill me up,” Sky said hurriedly. “Do whatever you damn please, Kian, just do it now!”
Kian’s teeth chomped down, and it was like letting off fireworks.
Sky twitched in his arms as he came, adorable gasps and moans escaping as Kian reached his own peak and released deep inside of him.
He shoved in, forcing his knot past that tight ring of muscle, and dug his fangs into Sky’s flesh when that had his omega whimpering.
His knot pulsed and grew, locking them in place, and Kian slumped forward, trapping Sky between his rock-hard body and the wall.
“You’re such an asshole,” Sky mumbled as soon as he was able to catch his breath.
“I love your asshole.”
“What?”
“I mean, you love…wait.”
Sky laughed. “Look at the big bad alpha, turned to brainless goo by his omega.”
“I’m completely and irrevocably lost in you,” Kian agreed. He hugged him close and kissed the top of his wet head before flicking the faucet off.
“Hey,” Sky protested.
“We had a deal, little omega.”
“You cannot be serious. You tricked me!”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yeah, right. How—”
“Dinner. Tonight? I made reservations.”
That piqued Sky’s attention, though he was clearly trying to pretend otherwise. “Where?”
“Shimmer.”
“The five-star restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to?”
Kian grinned, knowing he had him. “The place you said had the most gorgeous tableware sets you’d ever seen.”
“You remember that?” Sky hummed. “I bet it looks even better in person than in the social media photos.”
“Interested?”
“Yes.”
“So…?”
Sky sighed. “Where’s the plug?”
Kian reached back blindly, feeling for the object he’d discreetly left on the sink counter when Sky wasn’t looking. With his knot keeping them joined, his space was limited, but eventually he felt the smooth silicone of the plug he’d picked out this morning.
He brought it around so Sky could see it.
“Leave it to you to come prepared. You’re always scheming.” Sky rested his forehead against the wet tile. “Don’t think it’s lost on me that you chose one that’s blue.”
“And the same circumference as my cock.”
“Well, at least it’s not the size of your knot.”
Kian had reached for that one first, then thought better of it. He didn’t want to hinder Sky’s work.
The second his knot shrank, Kian pulled out quickly, too eager to slip the plug into place and ensure his come was trapped inside and unable to leak free.
“Guys, for real!” Elm banged on the door again. “Hurry up!”
“Coming!” Kian called back, then he helped peel Sky off the wall and turned him so he could get a good look at his face. His omega seemed exhausted but had that blissful glow about him he got whenever he’d been fucked properly. A spark of pride zipped through him. “Can you walk?”
“Give me another minute,” Sky said.
“Okay.” Kian made sure he was propped against the wall and then stepped out, grabbing the towel off the rack before returning to dry his omega while they waited for the afterglow to subside.
“Kian?” Sky caught his attention and smiled, that big, open smile filled with adoration that always had Kian’s heart threatening to explode in his chest. “I love you. I’m really looking forward to being fucked at that restaurant.”
Of course he’d see right through Kian’s plans.
“I love you, too.” Kian leaned in and brushed his lips over the mark he’d just left on his omega’s neck, before bringing them to his ear to whisper promisingly, “I’ll make it so good, you’ll never think about escaping again.”
“Escape?” Sky chuckled and blessed him with another one of those heart-stopping smiles. “What’s that? Never heard of it before.”
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