Epilogue
Dante
T he heavy nursery door clicked shut behind Dante, the soft glow of the nightlight fading into the dim, quiet luxury of the master hallway. He shifted slightly, the silk robe he wore brushing against his bare skin with a friction that felt entirely too loud in the stillness of the penthouse.
Inside his chest, a heavy, familiar ache was already returning. He had just finished nursing their newborn son, the infant finally drifting into a deep sleep in his crib, but Dante’s body hadn't received the signal to stop producing.
The thick fabric over his chest was damp, stiffening slightly where his milk had begun to leak past the nursing pads, weeping in tandem with the heavy, chemical pull that always dragged his steps back toward their bedroom.
The moment he pushed open the master suite door, the thick, suffocating weight of Marco’s scent hit him like a physical blow. It was dark, dense with cedar and iron, but charged with a restless, volatile edge that told Dante exactly what kind of state his husband was in.
Marco was waiting. He hadn't slept; he rarely did when Dante was out of the room for more than an hour.
The Alpha sat on the edge of the massive mattress, his gigantic frame silhouetted against the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His tailored shirt was unbuttoned, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm that mirrored the territorial hunger in his dark eyes.
"You took too long," Marco growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that immediately sent a sharp jolt of heat straight to Dante's lower abdomen.
"Our son was hungry, Marco," Dante murmured, trying to maintain a shred of his old, bratty defiance, but his voice cracked slightly on the vowels.
His body was already betraying him. The proximity to his mate was causing his internal temperature to skyrocket, a sudden, heavy rush of slick pooling at his opening, dripping down the insides of his thighs.
Marco stood up, his movements predatory as he closed the distance between them. He didn't speak another word before his large hands locked onto Dante’s waist, yanking him forward until Dante’s chest slammed against his solid torso.
Marco’s face buried deep into the crook of Dante’s neck, his nose dragging rough across the sensitive skin, inhaling the sweet, milky scent of his omega with a terrifying, desperate intensity.
"You smell like him," Marco hissed, his teeth grazing the heavily scarred mating mark on Dante's shoulder. "I want you to smell like me. Only me."
With one harsh pull, Marco ripped the silk robe off Dante's shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. Dante shivered as the cool air hit his bare skin, his chest heaving. His nipples were swollen, dark, and visibly weeping, thick drops of white milk pearling around the tips from the sheer intensity of Marco’s dominant pheromones.
Marco’s eyes dilated at the sight. He dropped to his knees right in front of Dante, his hands anchoring behind Dante's thighs to hold him steady. Without a shred of hesitation, Marco leaned forward and captured one leaking nipple between his lips, sucking hard.
A sharp, breathless sob ripped from Dante’s throat, his fingers digging into Marco’s thick hair to brace himself. The stimulation was intense, borderline painful against his oversensitive skin, but it triggered a deep, primal ache in his womb.
Marco bit down lightly with his front teeth, puncturing the skin just enough to draw a fresh, heavy spray of milk, swallowing it down like a man starving in a desert.
"Marco. Ah! Stop, it’s too much," Dante whimpered, his knees buckling. But Marco’s grip on his thighs only tightened, his tongue swirling frantically over the wet, aching bud before switching to the other side, consuming every drop of fluid Dante’s body produced.
A possessive reclamation of Dante’s anatomy that left the omega shaking, his vision blurring from the sheer sensory overload.
When Marco finally pulled his mouth away, both of Dante's tits were red, slicked with saliva and milk, throbbing painfully.
Marco didn't give him a second to breathe. He shoved Dante backward onto the plush mattress, grabbing his ankles and pushing his knees all the way back to his chest, completely exposing his weeping core.
The scent of Dante’s slick was overwhelming, thick and aromatic, filling the master suite. Marco hovered over him for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes locked onto the pulsing pink entrance that was already glistening with transparent lubrication.
Instead of using his fingers or his cock, Marco descended completely, burying his face between Dante’s cheeks.
Dante screamed out, his head thrashing against the pillows as the hot, wet friction of Marco’s tongue made direct contact with his most sensitive flesh.
Marco began eating him out, rimming him with a savage, unyielding intensity that left no part of his opening untouched. His tongue darted deep inside the tight channel, lapping up the thick slick, his jaw grinding against Dante’s taint with an animalistic hunger.
"Please, Marco... I can't take it, just fuck me," Dante begged, his hands clawing at the sheets, his hips twitching uncontrollably against the mattress. The deep, wet lapping was driving him insane, stretching him open mentally and physically until he was completely raw.
Marco ignored the pleas, continuing the brutal, thorough preparation until Dante was sobbing, his inner walls contracting in desperate, empty spasms.
Only when Dante’s core was weeping a continuous stream of fluid did Marco finally pull back. He freed his massive, rigid length from his trousers; the thick skin dark and heavily veined, already leaking pre-cum.
Marco didn't ease himself in. He grabbed Dante by his hips, lifting his pelvis off the bed, and drove forward with one savage, unyielding thrust that buried his entire length to the hilt.
The sudden, massive stretch made Dante’s vision go white, his jaw locking as a broken cry was forced from his lungs. The friction was immense, a burning, addictive ache that filled his core completely, stretching his walls to the absolute limit.
Marco didn't use a slow rhythm; the kill instinct from their history bled directly into his movements. He began rutting immediately, a desperate, animalistic grinding that slammed his pelvis flush against Dante’s ass with a wet, heavy thud.
The mattress creaked violently under the force of the assault. Marco’s hands dug deep into Dante’s hips, leaving immediate, dark bruises against the pale skin as he hammered into the tight core.
Every hard downward stroke hit Dante’s prostate with brutal accuracy, sending sharp jolts of physical pleasure straight to his brain. Dante’s untouched cock slapped rhythmically against his own stomach, leaking heavy pre-cum over his skin.
" Mine ," Marco growled against Dante’s lips, leaning down to trap him in a wet, bruising kiss.
Their tongues tangled in a filthy, frantic rhythm, tasting of salt and copper as Marco took everything the omega had to give.
"You belong to me, Dante. Every piece of this body. Every drop of your slick."
The pace became faster, more feral, Marco’s fated instincts entirely front-facing as the base of his shaft began to swell rapidly. The knot was expanding inside Dante’s fully stretched core, the sudden, immense pressure locking their pelvic bones together in an inescapable tie.
The physical overload was too much for Dante’s sensitive, post-pregnancy anatomy to handle.
Without a single hand touching his length, his core clamped down like a vice around the locked knot, triggering a powerful, hands-free orgasm that sent thick ropes of release spurting across his chest and stomach.
He screamed into Marco’s mouth, his body seizing in violent, uncontrollable tremors.
Marco let out a guttural roar, his body locking completely flush against Dante’s trembling form as his own release tore through him.
He flooded Dante’s womb with a massive, hot wave of seed, pump after pump packing the load deep inside the omega's channel until it mixed with the slick, leaking slowly around the thick edges of the tie.
The minutes passed in absolute silence, the heavy thumping of their hearts the only sound in the room. Marco didn't pull away; he stayed buried deep, his heavy weight anchoring Dante to the mattress as the knot slowly began to deflate.
With a slow, careful motion, Marco finally pulled out, a heavy mixture of cum and slick pouring from Dante's stretched, gaping hole. He shifted his large frame, lifting Dante bodily into his arms and pulling him into his lap, cradling his exhausted, shaking husband close to his bare chest.
The alpha scent wrapped around Dante like a warm blanket, instantly soothing the raw edges of his nerves.
Marco began kissing him again, but the violence was gone, replaced by a deep, lingering tenderness.
He pressed soft lips to Dante's forehead, his cheeks, and then his mouth, tasting the leftover moisture of their release.
Marco’s large hand slid down, his palm resting flat against the slightly soft, sensitive skin of Dante’s lower stomach, where their son had grown for nine months. He rubbed slow, heavy circles over the flesh, his dark eyes fixed on Dante's face with an intensity that made Dante’s breath catch.
"You took my knot so well, little omega," Marco murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated against Dante's chest. He leaned closer, his lips brushing Dante’s ear as his thumb dug gently into the skin of his stomach.
"Tell me, Dante... are you ready to carry another baby for me? Ready to let me knock you up again?"
Dante shivered in the aftercare's warmth, his fingers loosely gripping Marco's shoulders as he drifted in the absolute, suffocating safety of his Alpha's arms, completely owned and marked for life.