8. Marco
CHAPTER 8
MARCO
She was so…pliant wasn’t exactly the correct word, but she had gotten considerably softer since her discipline. Sometimes it worked to let all of that anger and pain out, and sometimes it backfired, creating more. This time it seemed like it was a success.
I didn’t want to have to stand between her and Bianca for no good reason. Bianca didn’t need any provocation, which meant the easiest way to protect Gianna was to make sure she truly understood she shouldn’t put herself at risk for nothing. I could have left it with just the pain, but dousing her in pleasure along the way and finishing up by undoing her meant that she could learn her lesson in a more pleasant manner. Omegas were sturdy so I wasn’t particularly worried about actually hurting her, certainly not with just a spanking, but it was nice to know she would heal quickly afterward. I wanted the knowledge of discipline to linger, not the pain.
She hadn’t slipped back into a spike for more than a day, which meant I was running out of time with her here. Bianca would be expecting me back tomorrow at the latest, but neither of us were recovered enough from the heat to face the head of the Gallos.
Gianna’s purr stuttered to a stop and I glanced down to find her eyes opening.
“She lives,” I said with a quiet laugh.
“Fuck off.” The words didn’t have the same potency as they had a few days ago. She rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously, wincing as various muscles reminded her she needed to keep still and rest. “Food?”
I put in an order for pizza and she pawed at me.
“Chicken strips and fries too? And some root beer.”
“You have the palate of a toddler.”
“Fuck you. I need the calories.”
I put the order in for her, and about ten minutes later it was delivered to our room.
There was something ridiculously endearing about watching her slather chunks of battered chicken in plum sauce while she sat completely naked, alternating mouthfuls with chicken and root beer. Her self-consciousness had disappeared, replaced by a relaxed comfort. Apparently sleep and satisfaction agreed with her.
“We have to go back tomorrow,” I told her.
She froze, a cluster of french fries paused midair. “Why?”
“Bianca is not a patient woman.”
Gianna rolled her eyes and bit into her fries. “Maybe she would learn a little patience if everyone stopped catering to her whims.”
“Do I need to remind you how to behave?”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” she challenged.
“I never said you were wrong, but Bianca did not keep her position because she allowed people to challenge her authority. Don’t make an enemy out of her.”
Gianna made a disgruntled sound and chugged down half of her root beer. “With the way you talk about her, it doesn’t seem like I’m gonna have a choice.”
“Maybe so. Let’s not make it worse, though.” My hope was that Bianca would very quickly forget Gianna existed. I felt a little bad for how isolating the compound would be for my mate. I would be with her when I could, but I was well aware I was probably not her preferred companion.
“Do I get to work for the Gallos or am I just going to be eye candy?”
I shrugged. Bianca had never specified one way or the other. I was only in charge of securing the alliance, not anything that came after that.
“Well, if she’s going to give you any say in that, I’d like something to do all day.”
“You’ll have plenty to do in a few months.”
She stared at me, confusion pinching her brows.
“I fucked you raw through a heat. I can only imagine something will come of that.”
Gianna’s cheeks paled and she picked up the metal bowl of sauce and whipped it at my head, sauce splattering on my cheek. “Absolutely fucking not. That is for fantasy only.”
Desire rippled through me. “So being bred is a fantasy?”
“Fuck you.”
“Are you just considering that it was possible now?” Her plate of french fries flew at me and I swatted it out of the air.
“Fuck. You. I was concerned with not dying and getting bonded to a fucking stranger. There’s only so much room in my head to worry about so many things at a time.”
“You throw one more thing at me and I’m going to ask them for a belt.”
Her cheeks somehow paled even further. “This isn’t fair.”
“I’m aware.” I rose off the bed and slipped into the bathroom to clean up the sauce coating me. “What’s wrong with having my children?”
“Marco,” she growled and shoved her hands into her hair. “That’s such an asshole cis man thing to say. It doesn’t mean a fucking thing for you because you don’t have to go through it. What if I don’t even want kids?”
“Do you?”
Gianna snatched up a pillow and screamed into it. “I haven’t had enough fucking sleep for all this goddamn bullshit.”
“That’s not a no.”
“Fuck you.” She pressed the pillow to her face again and seemed to be doing her best to ignore me as I cleared the dishes off the bed. When I yanked the pillow away from her, she pressed her head to my chest.
“If you despise the idea, we’ll stop by a clinic on the way home. Kids in this life go through enough shit. I’m not setting one up to be raised by a mother who hates them.”
Her eyes were shiny when she lifted them to me, tears clinging to her lower lashes. “I wouldn’t hate them. This is all just too much right now. I can’t cope with that possibility on top of having my entire life ripped apart and then trying to navigate things with a woman you keep warning me about. I have to be able to settle in before I can even think about this.”
“And what if I want to see you carrying my child, all round and beautiful, claimed from the inside out? I’ve heard omegas get ravenously desperate in the fourth month. That could be fun for everyone.”
Gianna swallowed hard and dropped her gaze, her sweet peach tea scent overwhelming the salt of her tears. “You’re playing with me. If you want it, there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”
I tipped her chin up and pressed my lips to her cheek. She didn’t fight it, but neither did she give me what I was looking for.
“Isn’t bonding me enough?” she asked. “What else does the alliance need for this to be secured?”
“It’s enough for that,” I agreed. “Maybe I’d like to see my kid before this life claims me as quickly as it does too many others.”
She locked her arms around me, a tenderness I hadn’t been expecting. I smoothed a soft hand over her hair, not wanting to spook her, but also not wanting to let her action go unmarked.
“You shouldn’t play with me about this.”
“You should be less fun to play with, then.”
Gianna turned her face and let her forehead rest against my chest. “I think you should make sure you did it right.”
It took me a half second to process what she’d said before my scent surged and hers rose in response. “Now who’s playing?”
“I’m being serious.” She tilted her head up, her blue eyes wide. “There’s not that much time left, alpha. You should make sure your omega has everything she needs to give you what you want.”
I growled low and slipped my fingers into her hair. “Little hellcat, are you that eager to get bred?”
Her pupils dilated and the richness of her slick filled the air in a fresh burst.
“Tell me all about your fantasies, omega. Let me fulfill each one.”
Gianna chewed her lip, silently debating with herself. “If I let you put a leash and collar on me, can I put one on you?”
“You can do anything you fucking want.”
She inclined her head toward the door. “Get them, then.”
It took less than a minute to procure what she had asked for and she sat, obediently for once, while I fastened the thick collar around her throat and secured the clip of the leash before letting her do the same to me.
She gave an experimental tug to the leather. “This is way hotter than it should be.”
“Have you played with it before?”
Gianna shook her head.
“Time to learn, then.” I gave her leash a yank and drew her down to my cock. Her mouth felt just as exquisite as the first time, except now she was a more enthusiastic participant. There was something so fucking intoxicating about her being held down while my cock made use of that pretty pink mouth. After a few sweeps of her tongue, I pulled her off and leaned down until we were nose to nose. “Present for me.”
I bit down on a moan as the scent of her slick hit me in a fresh wave. Gianna climbed into position, pressing her cheek to the bed and lifting her hips into the air, her toes hanging off the edge. Her cunt glistened, wet and ready for my use. She kept hold of my leash over her shoulder and I kept a steady hand on hers, pulling it taut as I fucked into her dripping core. She didn’t bother to hide her reaction this time, letting her moan emerge freely.
“More.” She gave a sharp yank on my leash and squeezed her cunt around me.
“Someone’s a demanding little slut.” As I said it, I wrapped the leash around my hand and grabbed both of her hips, setting a brutal pace that forced the most delectable sounds from her with each thrust. Her teeth sank into the leather of the leash, every perfect whine muffled, her whimpers spilling from between her teeth.
I cracked my hand against her ass; her pussy squeezed, and her eyes flew open as she yelped in surprise. Before she could protest, I pulled her upright by the leash and curled my fingers into the collar, reaching with my free hand to stroke her clit until she broke apart in my arms. Omegas were delightfully easy to ruin. Alphas took a bit longer, so I kept up my pace until she was writhing and I was on the edge.
“Marco, fuck—” I pushed her down and buried my cock just in time to explode. The feeling of my knot swelling inside her was incomparable.
Watching her pant and shiver, her fingers curling and flexing against the sheets, was a stronger power trip than any of the bullshit I had ever done for Bianca. Men had bowed before me, but that was nothing next to the sight of my omega coming undone. I teased her with slow strokes of my hands until my knot shrank enough I could ease out of her and flip her onto her back.
With wide eyes and parted lips, she reached for my hand, laying hers over the back of mine to guide my fingers into collecting the cum and slick that dripped out of her to push it back inside. She twitched, her eyes closing as our stacked fingers filled her back up. It was easy to toy with her clit, flicking the swollen bud with my thumb.
I leaned over her, and she offered up her throat. I sucked at her scent gland, slowly fucking her cunt with our combined fingers until her sounds broke in my ear.
“You’re mine, omega. You belong to no one else. This body, this cunt, are mine to do with as I please. If I want to fill you with every drop of cum I can until you’re bred and begging, then I’m going to do that.”
Her pussy fluttered at my words and I rewarded her with the firm press of my thumb against her clit until she was keening.
“All yours,” she agreed breathlessly. “Just don’t stop touching me.”
Her heat might be over, but I had plans to wring every ounce of pleasure out of my omega that I could, and that was exactly what I did.