10. Dante
DANTE
M arco uses his boot to kick Dante’s legs wider apart, forcing his knees to the edges of the desk. He spits directly onto Dante's pulsing hole, the wet warmth mixing with the heavy trail of slick. He drives two thick, calloused fingers deep inside the opening with a rough, unyielding push.
The sudden stretch burns intensely, making Dante gasp for air, but his body’s instincts override the pain, his inner walls pushing back against the fingers in an attempt to pull them deeper.
Marco adds a third finger, scissoring them hard inside the tight channel, intentionally brushing against Dante’s swollen prostate over and over.
"Look at how you leak for me," Marco says, his voice dripping with a dark, heavy possessiveness as he leans over Dante’s back. "You’re going to carry my heir and yet you act like a bitch in heat the second I ignore you."
He yanks his fingers out with a wet sound, immediately lining up the heavy, purple head of his cock against the weeping entrance. Without a single word of warning, he thrusts forward with one savage, driving stroke, burying his entire length inside the omega's core.
Dante screams into the empty room, his hands clawing at the edges of the mahogany desk as his body splits open to accommodate the massive invasion.
The base of Marco's cock is already starting to harden, the knot beginning to swell prematurely from the sheer heat of Dante's internal muscles. The burning sensation is intense, almost unbearable, but it is deeply addictive. Dante’s walls clench like a vice around the thick shaft, instinctively milking the length as Marco begins to move.
Marco fucks him with a relentless, punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with a brute force that slams Dante's pelvis into the edge of the desk. The heavy wood creaks under the rhythmic pressure.
Dante’s sensitive belly rubs frictionally against the remaining papers, his leaking nipples dragging across the desk surface, leaving thin, white streaks of milk against the dark wood.
"Take it all," Marco snarls into his ear, his hand coming down to slap Dante's burning ass once more while he pounds deep into his core.
The wet, rhythmic sound of skin smacking against flesh fills the quiet study, accompanied by the heavy thud of Marco's balls striking against Dante's taint with every thrust.
Dante sobs openly, his vision blurring from the overwhelming combination of sharp pain and intense, grounding pleasure. He is completely pinned, at the absolute mercy of the Alpha’s rhythm.
Marco reaches around Dante’s torso, his large fingers finding a leaking nipple and pinching the sensitive bud with brutal force.
A sharp jolt of agony makes Dante jolt, a fresh squirt of milk hitting the desk surface.
His cock throbs violently, untouched and dripping pre-cum, aching for a release he isn't allowed to take.
Marco’s left hand suddenly wraps tightly around Dante’s throat from behind, fingers squeezing into the flesh to cut off his airway.
The sudden breath play makes Dante’s head spin, his vision graying at the edges as the lack of oxygen sharpens the physical pleasure into something vicious and primal.
Marco loosens his grip just enough to allow a ragged, gasping breath to enter Dante's lungs, then tightens the hold again, keeping him on the absolute precipice of panic.
"Who owns this hole, Rossi?" Marco demands, his hips snapping forward with terrifying speed, driving deeper and deeper into the wet channel.
"You. Alpha... yours," Dante chokes out through his restricted throat, his fingers digging into the wood until his nails threaten to snap.
Marco releases his grip on Dante's throat, immediately moving both hands to lock onto the omega's hip bones with bruising force. He jackhammers into the tight core, his movements shortening as the thick knot at the base of his shaft catches against the tight outer rim of Dante’s opening. The massive stretch forces a broken, guttural moan from Dante’s throat.
Marco pauses for a fraction of a second, then forces his hips forward with a low roar, shoving the swollen knot fully past the threshold.
The knot expands to its absolute limit inside Dante, locking their bodies together in an inescapable, fleshy tie. The intense internal pressure explodes directly against Dante's prostate, overloading his nervous system.
Without a single hand touching his length, Dante fractures completely; his cock spurts thick, white ropes of come straight across the mahogany desk, his entire body shaking with violent, uncontrollable spasms as his vision whites out.
Marco continues to grind his hips in short, heavy circles, his knot pulsing rhythmically inside Dante's clamped walls as he begins to flood the omega's womb with a massive, hot load of seed.
Load after load pours into the deep channel, filling Dante until his lower belly feels even heavier, the hot cum mixing with the thick slick and leaking slowly around the edges of the tight tie.
Minutes pass in absolute silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Marco ruts in short, feral twitches against the lock, keeping the pressure intense.
Dante whines softly, his body completely oversensitive in the aftermath, a smaller, residual orgasm ripping through his core as his walls continue to pulse around the deflating knot.
Finally, Marco’s movements still completely. He remains buried deep within the omega, his heavy weight resting against Dante's back.
Slowly, his large hands soften their grip on Dante’s hips, moving up to gently stroke the curved, sweat-slicked sides of his hips, his thumbs tracing the skin in long, soothing lines.
Once the knot deflates completely, Marco pulls out with a slow, careful motion. A heavy mixture of white cum and transparent slick pours from Dante's wrecked, wide-open hole, dripping onto the desk.
Marco gathers Dante up into his massive arms, lifting his limp, trembling body off the wood and sitting down in the large leather chair, cradling the omega securely in his lap.
Dante instantly curls his body into a tight ball against Marco's broad chest, his face burying deep into the crook of the Alpha's neck.
The thick, comforting scent of tobacco and dark spices has settled back into a protective, calming aura, instantly soothing the frantic beating of Dante's heart. He shivers against the warm skin, the intense adrenaline slowly leaving his muscles.
Marco leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Dante's flushed forehead, then moves to trace his swollen, bruised lips with his own in a slow, comforting manner. His large hand continues to rub slow, soothing circles over the firm swell of Dante's belly, grounding him.
"Why so needy today, little omega?" Marco asks softly, his voice a low, rumbling purr against Dante's ear. "Tell me."
Dante shivers in the warmth of the aftercare, his fingers loosely gripping Marco's shirt as he drifts in the absolute safety of the brutal Alpha's arms.
His body feels different. His scent has shifted. Something fundamental has changed at a biological level.
"Marco," he whispers. "I think... I think I'm pregnant."
Marco's entire body goes rigid above him. For a moment, the alpha doesn't move, doesn't breathe, seems to be processing the information at a paranormal level that Dante doesn't fully understand.
Then his hands come up to cover Dante's still-flat belly, and his eyes go completely black with obsessive love and possession.
"Our baby," Marco breathes. "We created a life together. Our bond created life."
And Dante realizes that he's never leaving. That his bond to Marco has made him essential to the alpha in ways that create absolute permanence. That they're not just mated—they're building a future together in every other way that matters.
He's pregnant with Marco's child, bonded to the alpha, completely and utterly his .
And he's never been happier.