Chapter 23 Sai
Sai
I’m still reeling from yesterday and living in Mavi’s scent.
I spent the entire evening scenting him, pressing my face into his neck, his hair, the curve of his shoulder, and breathing him in like he was the only thing keeping the world from spinning too fast. This morning I did it again, until the last possible moment before I had to leave. Now it is time to face the music.
The summons has run out of road. Lyric won’t ask again and if I don’t show up, I can only expect the worst to happen.
Mavi lingers in my apartment as I get dressed, grinning as I use one of his ties instead of mine.
With one last kiss pressed to my lips, I head for the restaurant, bracing myself for Lyric’s pointed questions.
It’s the kind of place the Hollis family frequents, quiet, expensive, the staff trained not to notice anything that does not concern them.
Lyric is already seated, composed in an effortless way I will never achieve because Lyric’s composure is not performed.
It is structural. The man was born in control the way some people are born with perfect pitch.
Lyric orders for both of us, the parallel to Mavi making food decisions for me, except Lyric’s version feels like control, not care.
He asks about the gallery season, about a campaign Alistair wants me to shoot, and the industry gossip that circulates like currency.
However, I know what’s coming and I wish he would just get to the point before I start spiraling.
“The new series you shot last month,” he says, cutting into his fish. “The tones were excellent. Alistair mentioned the client was very pleased. Have you considered expanding that aesthetic for the fall campaign?”
I answer carefully. “The client liked the contrast work. I can adapt it if the brief calls for it.”
Lyric nods, pleased. “Good. We need consistency across the brand. The Moreau family has expressed interest in seeing more of your editorial work. They believe it aligns with their own portfolio.”
I keep my expression neutral and take another bite.
For a moment, I see a crack in his composure, the same one I caught with Koda but this one is different.
Unlike Koda, Lyric just seems... tired, almost fed up with the system.
Some part of me wants to ask, the other part doesn’t dare announce I’ve seen past his mask.
“The Moreau family is pressing for a timeline, Sai. They have been patient but patience has limits. The dinner has been rescheduled. Your attendance is expected.”
“Of course.”
“Is there anything that might interfere with that?” Lyric asks, trying to push for the truth. “Anything I should know about?”
He doesn’t need to mention the conversation two nights ago when I hung up on my mother. This is a trap. A confirmation that I am not going to fuck up twice.
Lyric doesn’t need me to confess. He needs me to lie so he can catalogue the deception and factor it into his calculations. So, I lie, with the composure that decades of Hollis training produced. “Nothing you should worry about. I’ve been focused on the new work. That is all.”
“Good. The family is counting on you.”
It feels like a threat but I leave it unacknowledged, keeping my composure until the meal is over and I’m sliding into my driver’s seat alone.
A shuddering breath leaves me as the panic starts to resurface, my fingers tapping against the wheel.
Without thinking, I head for the one place peace now exists, not stopping until I’m at Mavi’s door, the Omega opening it confused and slightly amused.
I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for him with shaking hands. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down just enough to free him. Mavi looks down at me, surprised, reading the moment, understanding flooding into his eyes.
“Sai —”
“Let me. Please. I need —”
Without waiting for permission, I take him into my mouth just as the front door clicks behind me.
I take him deep on the first slide, lips stretching around his thickness, tongue pressing flat along the underside.
He is already half-hard and he swells fully in my mouth within seconds.
The taste of him hits me, skin and salt and the faint sweetness of him that always lingers.
I moan around him, the vibration traveling up his length as Mavi’s hand finds my hair.
His grip tightens but he lets me direct.
I suck him slow and deep, pulling back until only the head rests on my tongue, then sliding down again until he bumps the back of my throat.
I swallow around him, letting my throat constrict, letting him feel how much I want this.
My hands rest on his thighs, fingers digging into muscle as I work him with my mouth.
Every bob of my head is deliberate. Every swirl of my tongue is worship.
I am on my knees with my Omega, my Doll’s cock in my mouth and it is the most in control I have felt since I left his apartment this morning.
My gaze raises to his while I suck. His head is tipped back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and dark.
The silk robe he was wearing fallen open, the flush creeping down his chest. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose presses against his stomach, and I hold there, swallowing around him again and again.
The taste of pre-cum coats my tongue and I moan louder, the vibration making his thighs tremble.
“So good,” Mavi breathes, voice rough. “My pretty pet. Look at you taking me so deep. You are so beautiful like this.”
The praise sinks into me and quiets the last echoes of the lunch with Lyric.
I pull back, swirl my tongue around the head, then sink down again, faster now, sucking harder.
My own cock strains against my pants, leaking steadily, but this isn’t about me finishing.
This is about serving. This is about filling the noise with him until there is nothing left but Mavi.
Mavi’s grip tightens in my hair. His hips start to rock gently, meeting my mouth on every downstroke. His sounds grow louder, less controlled, raw moans that tell me he’s close.
When he comes, it’s with a broken groan.
Thick pulses of cum spill across my tongue and down my throat.
I swallow everything, greedy for every drop, milking him through it until he is trembling and spent.
I stay on my knees after, forehead pressed to his hip, breathing hard while I try to steady myself.
Mavi sinks down to the floor with me, pulling my head against his chest and holding me there.
He doesn’t ask what went wrong or why I came over, the silence doing more for me than anything else could as I wrap my arms around his waist. I press my face into his chest and inhale him again and again.
The scent of him fills my lungs and pushes the last remnants of the chaos out of my head.
There is only Mavi. Only the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart, the gentle way his fingers stroke through my hair.
Eventually, softly, he asks, “That bad?”
“They want me to go to the dinner.”
Mavi pauses before starting to run his fingers through my hair again. “And what do you want?”
“I want to stay on this floor for the rest of my life.”
Mavi almost laughs. He presses his mouth to my hair instead. “We can’t stay on the floor, Alpha. But I’m not going anywhere.” His lips start to travel down my face before meeting my lips. “You are mine for as long as I have you,” he whispers, echoing his own words from earlier.
I murmur against his neck, “Doll… my Doll…” The word slips out between breaths as I keep scenting him, my hands roaming over his back, his sides, the dip of his waist. I squeeze his ass, fingers digging in just enough to pull him closer, grinding our hips together in a slow, lazy roll.
My cock is still sensitive from earlier but it twitches against him anyway, responding to the feel of his body and the safety of his arms. “Mine, all mine.”