“Niketas.”
“What?” Even angry and hurt, he was still defiant. Stelios almost smiled, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to explain the expression and didn’t want to try.
“I’m not going to touch Mikhail. I don’t want to touch him. I called him here so you would understand what you did to me, I even told him that. But as bad as it is for you, thinking about me fucking him instead of you, what you did is worse for me. You are mine and I am an Alpha and I do not share. For fuck’s sake, the scent of him is still fucking inside you.”
Niketas slumped, and when he spoke again sounded utterly defeated. “I told him not to.”
“You—”
“Leon. I told him not to come inside me. I knew it would be—I didn’t want—I didn’t want to…”
“You…”
“But he wouldn’t listen.” His voice turned faintly bitter. “Not to the omega. First time I ever really cared I couldn’t put him in his place.”
His resignation broke through Stelios’ possessive anger when his begging had not. He froze, rewriting the scenario he’d imagined. Niketas hadn’t wanted it? Any of it. That smirking blond son of a bitch.
“You asked him not to, and he still—I’m going with you, back to the mountain.”
“Ste— Sir?”
It was cautious, but this time Stelios didn’t object. “I’m going to teach that blond bastard a lesson. I’m going to—”
“Please. Sir. Just…just take me.”
“Niketas.”
“Take me. Fuck me. Come inside me and all over me and—so there’s nothing but you. I don’t wanna feel anybody but you, come for anybody but you. Don’t wanna fuck anybody but you. You keep saying you can smell him on me, you think I can’t? And I don’t want to! I don’t—Sir, I—come inside me, fuck me and come inside me. Please.”
Suddenly there was nothing Stelios wanted more in the world. If he’d thought of it himself, if Niketas hadn’t been the one to say it, he might have done it. But now? No. He couldn’t.
Not now, not so easy, no matter how much Niketas started begging for it. He shook his head and almost laughed at the thought.
“Really. You think I’m going to give you… You think after all that, you deserve my cock?”
Niketas glared at him, defiant for an instant before he dropped his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess not. I just thought it would—”
“Make it all better? Maybe. But first you need a bath, because if I keep getting that scent from you, the next time I see that Goddamn blond I’ll—” He stopped, unclenched his fists and let out a slow breath. “You need a bath. I need to let Mikhail down and get him untied. And then we’ll see what you deserve.”
“He’s—” Niketas flicked his glance to the side, looked Mikhail up and down, and then stared back up at Stelios. “You’re really just going to let him go?”
“Yes. I told you, it wasn’t my intention to take him. But I needed you to feel what I was feeling, to understand, and I couldn’t think of another way. Words aren’t enough for some things. Especially -” And he remembered then that Mikhail would be able to hear him and went to his knees, kissed Niketas roughly, just once, then spoke by his ear.
“Especially when I want more from you than just your body, Niketas.”
“Sir.”
“Go wash up.” He crossed the room and started untying ropes, pulled off Mikhail’s blindfold and let him down. He didn’t even look back to see that Niketas was obeying, heard him start to leave, then hesitate, but kept his eyes on Mikhail as he got his feet on the floor and leaned back against the pillar, one hand pressed against his cock.
“You want to take care of that, or get dressed?”
“I’d like to come…”
Stelios could hear Niketas’ stillness, felt his stare from around the edge of the door. He ignored him and turned away from Mikhail, shrugged and started to coil up the ropes. “Then come.”
“Ah—ah—ah—ohhhh.” Mikhail cried out behind him, quiet as always, bucked into his own fist and streaked the floor with white. “Th-thank you.”
“Thank you for helping. I’m sorry it wasn’t really what you hoped.”
Mikhail crossed behind him to the pile of his clothes in the corner and started to dress. Stelios turned and saw Niketas finally slip the rest of the way through the doorway behind him as Mikhail answered.
“It was no problem. I’ll…well, I’ll miss you. If things don’t work out with your other omega, you can always call me.”
Stelios shook his head. “Don’t get hopeful, Mikhail. Sorry, but I want him. Only him. And I’m going to keep him, one way or another. Should I call a car for you?”
“No, thanks. The walk will be a nice stretch after that.” He waved as he left, and Stelios waited until he heard the apartment door open and shut before he went to find Niketas.
Naked, a more relieved expression on his face than he’d been wearing before, he was bent over the bathtub, braced on one hand and trying to adjust the water.
Stelios took a minute to look him over—the curve of his back, that perfect ass. He turned a little, and Stelios stepped forward, ran his hands up Niketas’ back, then down again and squeezed his ass.
“Taking your time, I see.”
Niketas flicked a glance at him, pressed back against his hands and shrugged at the same time. “Couldn’t figure out how to get the water hot, this thing is too damned complicated.”
“That’s all? I thought it was because you were back to your old self.”
“Huh?”
Stelios squeezed him once more, then let go. “It’s not hard, here.” He reached one hand over and turned up the heat, hit the power for the jets and smirked at Niketas’ frown. “You stayed for nearly a whole month, and you didn’t figure that out?”
“You always turned on th—mmph.”
Stelios kissed him in the middle of a word, then pulled away. “In the water, Niketas.”
“You’re…you don’t want to—”
“Bathe with you? No, not now. I’m going to clean up the rest of the mess in the playroom, and then maybe I’ll join you if you’re still not through. But I’d rather you were.”
Niketas throat moved, and he almost tripped his way into the tub. “Yes Sir.”
“…Good. When you’re done, if I’m not here, wait in my bedroom.”
There was splashing as Stelios turned and left, then curses at the heat of the water. Stelios smiled, but he didn’t turn back.
His thoughts turned over the events of the day—and despite himself, what must have been the events of the previous night—while he mopped Mikhail’s come off the floor, put away the last of the ropes and wiped down the surface of the pillar.
Niketas. He tried to think of ordinary things. They’d need something for dinner, and he had steaks in the fridge. Andrei was still on duty downstairs, too.
Niketas. Wet in the water. Or maybe damp on his furs? Damn. Stelios wanted him too much. It was impossible to keep his mind on anything else and he gave up trying, left the playroom and stood in the hall for a moment, listening.
There was no noise of water, and he went straight to his bedroom. Niketas was waiting on his knees, cock hard and drawn up tight against his belly, his fists clenched on his thighs. He jerked his gaze up to meet Stelios’ eyes, then stared at the floor, waiting. His head was turned just enough to one side that Stelios had a clear view of his profile, his half-closed eyes, the flush on his cheeks and the line of his throat.
“Perfect.”
“…Sir?”
“I can’t do it, Niketas.”
“Wha—”
“I can’t keep pretending I’m not going to go insane every time you leave me to go fuck one of Luka’s women. Especially when that’s the only reason you’re leaving, isn’t it?”
“Sir, I…”
“No. Luka might be stupid and not have any idea which woman he wants for a mate, but I’m not going to let him do what he wants with you just so
he can keep on trying. How many months, how many ye-”
“Sir. It’ll just be until August, assuming Anna comes back.”
“Like that’s not long enough! But—Anna. You mentioned her before.”
“She was the first woman Luka saw when he started looking for a mate. Walked by her in the street, looked at her and she looked right back. He had to have her, had to have her first. Everything first.”
He shook his head and shrugged a little then. “Not like he’s cared about that since, and the way he looks at them, and leaves them after… The new women, I mean. The ones since August. Luka’s just…waiting for Anna, Sir.”
Stelios scowled. “And does he know that?”
“Don’t know, Sir. Luka doesn’t talk about her, but when someone else does, he gets—”
“I know. I saw the day he brought you here. I didn’t care then, but I do now. I’m not going to share you, Niketas. Once was bad enough. You know what that feels like for me now—not again.”
“You could do it.” Stelios stared at him, and Niketas amended his words quickly. “Sir.”
“That’s not—do what, Niketas?”
“Come with us, when Luka…when we...for his women. If you take me, I could take—”
“How does that help, Niketas? I don’t want you fucking his women any more than I want you letting other men inside you. Not with me there any more than if I’m not. I might hurt them, just because you—Goddammit. If you were a woman I’d just mate you myself.”
“Do it anyway.”
Stelios froze. There was so much desire in Niketas’ three words that he was tempted to just say yes, without even thinking about it. But Niketas was male, not a woman. He was already a wolf, and he—
“No. I shouldn’t have said that, it’s impossible anyway. It was just…wishful thinking. You couldn’t take it, Niketas. It’s hard enough to find a woman who can handle the bonding, and I’ve never heard of an Alpha taking another male for a mate.”
“I can take it. I can take it, I want to take it. I could be yours that way, without breaking pack bonds, I could—”
Stelios kissed him and bit his lip. “You could stop fucking Luka’s women. You could stop letting half your pack fuck you so you can fuck Luka’s women.”
“It was just one of…” Stelios glared at him, and Niketas squeezed his eyes shut. “Sorry, Sir I’m sorry, I’m—”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m not, it’s just…you see? Just the thought is enough to make me crazy. Niketas, you better think about this. To mate you…once I start you know I can’t stop. You’re not strong enough to get away from me and I—”
“I don’t want to get away from you!”
“Not now. No. But when you’ve had my cock in you for six hours and I take you by the throat, what about then?” He tipped up Niketas’ chin and made him look into his eyes. “And six hours after that? Niketas, I’ll hurt you. It’s inevitable.”
Defiant, the dark brown flicker of Niketas’ gaze held his stare. Stelios was almost impressed.
“So then you hurt me, I won’t die. I might even like it! And you’re forgetting, even when you’ve got your teeth in my throat I’m not going to be stuck in a blood rut. I’ll remember why you’re doing it. That I’m going to be yours afterward, that it’ll be worth it even if it hurts. That you…that you want me enough to keep me.”
His gaze shifted, suddenly suspicious. “You said it, did you mean it or was it just because you thought you couldn’t do it, so it didn’t matter? ‘Cause that’s not fair, I want—damn it, I don’t want to be just sex to you! I lo… I like you too much for that!”
Stelios slipped his hand down to Niketas’ throat and held him with one hand. “I never. Say anything. I don’t mean. And you…you haven’t been just sex to me since your first night here, when you came crawling into my bed. Didn’t you hear me before? I want more than just your body. Much more.”
“Then do it. Do it. You said mate and I wanted it, I want it. If I’d thought it was possible I would’ve been begging you before! Don’t you know I—Sir.”
“Niketas…I don’t know if it’s possible.”
“Please. Try.”
Again, Stelios was tempted. But…no. Not like this, in a room charged with fear and desire. “No.” Niketas’ face fell, and Stelios shook him a little. “Hey. Listen. I’m saying not right now. I want you to think about this. What’s done is done, and there’s a month before the next full moon, before we have to worry. So take your time and think.”
“I don’t need—”
“Niketas! I meant it. I’ll try to make you mine if you want it. The bond might not take, you’re not a woman, but if it’s what you decide then I’ll try.”
“And how long do I have to think about it before you’ll understand I mean it when I say I want to be only yours?”
Stelios hesitated. How long, so that he’d really have no choice but to think it over? “The day before the full moon, you can tell me then what you’ve decided.”
“I’m still going to say yes. Sir.”
“Niketas.” He sighed, brushed his thumb over Niketas’ lips, and the omega licked at it.
“Sir. I was thinking about you, you know. It was the only way I could—I couldn’t even stay hard unless I was thinking it was you. Your cock in me, stretching me open… Nothing’s as good as you. Leon was teasing me about it. That I’ve got it bad for you. That I was moaning for you, Sir. Begging you to let me come, even though he was—even though you weren’t there. I wanted you. I only—it was only because—Sir. I already knew I only wanted you.”
“Got it bad, hmm? Am I supposed to take something from this little speech, Niketas?”
“Sir…”
“Could you possibly, after all that, be trying to entice me? Make me take pity on you?” He was half teasing, but Niketas’ answer wasn’t.
“I’ll take any punishment, anything if it means you’re touching me. Sir. Please.”
“Anything.”
“Yes.”
“On your knees.”
Chapter Three
Niketas dropped to the furs and reached up for Stelios’ belt, then caught himself. “Sir, do you want me to—”
“Suck my cock? Yes.”
“Should I undress you?”
“Enough to get at my cock. What are you waiting for?”
“Instructions, Sir. I thought—”
“You thought wrong. Hurry up.”
Niketas grimaced, reached up and started to undo Stelios’ belt, his pants, pulled them open and down and his boxers with them. Stelios held back a grin. The omega was obviously suspicious, and his suspicion was correct. Whatever he did, it was going to be wrong.
Despite what Stelios had said, and Niketas’ intention to soothe Stelios’ wounded Alpha nature, he wasn’t really going to be happy again until he was sure nobody else would be touching his omega.
Even if it was comforting to know that Niketas had been thinking about him, imagining him and not enjoying someone else. Even if hearing him beg to be his mate was—fuck. His cock throbbed against the heat of Niketas’ palm.
But still. Still.
Niketas closed his mouth around the head of Stelios’ cock, and he leaned back against the wall, fisted his hand in Niketas’ hair and dragged him down until he was choking on it and still trying to take more. Stelios let him pull off and breathe, then dragged him down again, fucked into his mouth until Niketas had taken more than half and his eyes were tearing, wet and gorgeous.
God, Niketas was hard as a rock, his cock smearing slick against his belly and one of his hands creeping across his thighs.
“Don’t you dare touch your cock. Already came in that woman, didn’t you? Might’ve been thinking about me, but you were fucking her, letting Leon fuck you—that son of a bitch, I knew it was that blond. Before you said anything, I knew it would’ve been him. Would’ve known even if you hadn’t reeked like he fucking—no. Not gonna let you come.”
Niketas moaned ar
ound the Alpha’s cock, and Stelios jerked him back off it, made him look up and stared into his face. “Better not come, Niketas. Answer me!”
“Yessir. Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He shoved Niketas back down onto his cock, and this time he took almost the whole thing before he backed off, coughing, choking, sucked in a breath and did it again.
He was fucking his own face on Stelios’ cock, and Stelios let him, enjoyed the heat of his mouth and the little spasms of his throat as he tried to swallow more and more of him. God. He was gonna take it all, wasn’t he?
“Niketas. Nike—yeah. Keep that up and—just like that. You can take it, you can take—yeah. God, yeah. Don’t stop.” Somehow Niketas was moaning, swallowing around his cock and sucking and still moaning like he was the one that was about to come.
He wasn’t even touching himself, his hands were gripping Stelios’ thighs, but his cock was still leaking against his belly, iron hard and untouched.
“Gonna make me come like this, Niketas? Gonna suck my cock until I come? Oh fuck, that’s good. Take it, take it—”
He pulled Niketas down onto the last inch of his cock, then drew back and started to fuck his mouth, his throat, deeper and deeper until Niketas was swallowing around the whole thing. He moaned when Stelios pulled back, and bucked helplessly when Stelios pulled his hair.
The head of Niketas’ cock was shiny with his own slick, and he looked like he was one touch away from shooting all over himself.
“You gonna come just from sucking my cock? Look like you’re gonna come all over yourself.”
Niketas pulled himself back with a gasp and stared up at him. “I think I could, I think I—please, Sir. Tell me I can come.”
“Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock?”
“Oh—God—no, Sir. Sorry, Sir, I—” He leaned forward, mouth open, but Stelios stopped him, reached and dragged him up to his feet by one arm.
“No. It’s too late. Get back on the furs, go. Now.”
Niketas scrambled ahead of him, and Stelios kicked off his pants and boxers the rest of the way, peeled off his socks and tossed the clothes on a chair as he strode after Niketas. He unbuttoned his shirt, then the cuffs, and flicked his gaze at Niketas, kneeling again in the middle of the nest of furs that served as his bed.
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