13. Marco
MARCO
M arco Vitale sits at the head of the long summit table, his pregnant omega Dante pressed close to his side. The room reeks of alpha aggression and cigar smoke. Rival bosses from three families talk deals and territory.
Marco's hand rests possessively on Dante's swollen belly under the table, feeling the baby kick. His omega's scent mixes with milk and slick, driving Marco's blood hot.
A rival alpha, Carlo Rossi from the east side crew, leans forward. His eyes linger too long on Dante's pregnant form. "Nice prize you got there, Vitale. That belly looks full. Maybe my seed would have taken better."
The threat hangs in the air. Carlo smirks, his voice loud enough for the whole table. "One bullet and that omega whore carries my heir instead. Your line ends tonight."
Rage explodes in Marco's chest. No one threatens his omega. No one threatens his unborn child. His vision tunnels red. Paranoid protectiveness surges like poison. These bastards always look. Always want what belongs to him.
Marco stands slowly. The room falls silent. In one fluid move, he draws the knife from his belt and slams it into Carlo's throat. Blood sprays across the white tablecloth. Carlo gurgles, eyes wide. Marco twists the blade, ripping it sideways. Hot blood pours over his hand.
He yanks the knife free and stabs again, straight into the rival alpha's chest. The body jerks once, then slumps dead in the chair.
"Anyone who threatens my omega or my baby dies," Marco growls to the table. His voice echoes cold. "This is your warning. Touch him, look at him wrong, and your families burn next."
The other bosses nod fast, eyes averted. Fear fills the room. Good . Marco's cock hardens in his pants from the kill. Blood on his hands always makes him need to claim Dante harder. He grabs Dante by the collar and drags him from the chair.
"Stay," Marco orders the room. No one moves. Public execution done. Now public claiming.
He shoves Dante face-down on the table right beside Carlo's bleeding corpse.
Blood soaks into Dante's shirt. The omega's pregnant belly presses against the wood, heavy and round.
Marco yanks Dante's pants down roughly, exposing his slick-wet ass.
The scent of desperate omega floods the air, thick and sweet.
"You let him look at you," Marco snarls. Jealousy burns vicious. He slaps Dante's ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "My property. Carrying my heir. And this fucker thinks he can threaten you?"
Dante whimpers, pushing back against Marco's hand. His hole already leaks slick down his thighs. Marco spits on his fingers and forces three into Dante's ass without warning. The stretch is tight, hot. Dante gasps, body jolting against the table.
"Marco..." Dante breathes.
"Shut up." Marco pumps his fingers brutally, scissoring hard. He adds a fourth, stretching the omega wider. The wet squelch echoes in the silent room. Made men and bosses watch. Marco does not care. They need to see who owns this pregnant whore.
He frees his thick alpha cock, already leaking and veined. The rut hits fast after the kill. Bloodlust mixes with breeding need. Marco lines up and thrusts in deep in one savage stroke. Dante cries out, the sound raw. Marco's cock splits him open, bottoming out against the pregnant belly.
"Fuck, so tight even full of my kid," Marco growls. He starts rutting immediately, desperate and animalistic. Hard, punishing snaps of his hips. The table shakes. Carlo's dead body bounces slightly beside them from the force. Blood smears across Dante's cheek.
Marco grips Dante's hips, fingers digging bruises. He pounds deeper, knot starting to swell at the base. Every thrust makes Dante's pregnant belly rub against the bloody wood. Milk leaks from Dante's nipples, soaking his shirt.
"Mine," Marco snarls. "This hole is mine. This belly is mine. I'll kill every alpha who even smells you." He reaches around and squeezes Dante's leaking cock, stroking once before stopping. Denial. Control. "You come only when I say."
The rut takes over. Marco fucks like a beast, hips slamming wetly. Slick and blood mix on the table. Dante's moans turn broken, desperate. The stretch burns around Marco's cock. He feels every clench, every flutter of Dante's walls.
"Going to breed you again right after this one drops," Marco hisses, leaning over Dante's back. His teeth graze the scarred mating bite on Dante's neck. "Knock you up the second you push my heir out. Keep you swollen and leaking forever. My perfect pregnant cum-dump."
He bites down on the mating mark, reopening the scar. Blood and alpha saliva mix. Dante shudders hard. Marco's thrusts turn feral, grinding the knot against Dante's rim. The pressure builds vicious. Marco slaps Dante's ass again and again while rutting, red marks blooming over pale skin.
The watching alphas shift uncomfortably. Marco smiles darkly. Let them see. Let them fear.
He pulls out suddenly, flips Dante onto his back on the table. Dante's pregnant belly juts up, vulnerable. Marco pushes his legs wide and slams back in, folding the omega nearly in half. The new angle hits Dante's prostate brutally. Dante sobs, tears mixing with the blood on his face.
"Look at the dead fuck who threatened you," Marco orders, gripping Dante's jaw and forcing his head toward Carlo's corpse. "This is what happens when they want what's mine."
Marco ruts harder, knot catching and stretching Dante's hole wider with every thrust. The burn is intense. Dante's cock slaps against his own belly, leaking pre-cum over the swollen curve. Marco reaches down and pinches one leaking nipple hard. Milk squirts out, spraying across Dante's chest.
"Please... knot me," Dante begs, voice wrecked.
Marco laughs low and cruel. "Not yet. You take what I give." He edges himself, pulling back when the knot threatens to lock, then slamming in again. Minutes of brutal grinding.
The wet slap of skin and slick fills the room. Dante's hole gapes and clenches, greedy despite the violence.
Paranoia peaks in Marco's mind. He needs to mark Dante deeper. Remind everyone. He wraps one bloody hand around Dante's throat and squeezes. Marco loosens just enough for gasps, then tightens again while rutting short and deep.
Finally, Marco forces the knot in fully. It swells huge inside Dante, locking them tight. Pressure explodes against Dante's prostate. Dante screams, body seizing. His cock spurts cum across his pregnant belly without a single touch. The orgasm rips through him violently.
Marco roars and comes, flooding Dante with thick ropes of seed. Load after load pumped deep, filling him until the belly looks even rounder. Cum leaks around the massive knot, mixing with slick and blood on the table.
But Marco keeps grinding. Desperate, animalistic thrusts against the tie. Short, brutal snaps that make the knot tug Dante's rim painfully. Another forced orgasm hits Dante fast. His body jerks, hole spasming wildly. He wails, oversensitive, tears streaming.
"Again," Marco demands. He strokes Dante's cock roughly now, forcing a third orgasm. Dante breaks, sobbing and shaking, pregnant body trembling under the public claiming.
Marco stays locked deep, rutting through the aftershocks. His hands roam the swollen belly, possessive and obsessive. He leans down and kisses Dante hard, tasting blood and tears. Tongues tangle filthy. Marco's alpha pheromones blanket the room, claiming territory.
The dead alpha lies inches away, eyes staring blank. Marco's message clear to every witness: anyone threatening Dante or the baby dies.
He grinds slower now, knot still pulsing, pumping the last drops of cum into his omega. Dante pants beneath him, wrecked and owned, belly covered in his own release and milk.
"Why so wet and desperate even after I killed for you, little omega?" Marco murmurs against Dante's lips, voice dark with lingering rage and possession. "Tell me how much you need your Alpha's knot after watching me spill blood for this belly."
Dante shudders around the locked knot, still impaled beside the corpse as the summit watchers remain frozen in silence.