Bonded for life

Chad’s POV

He was finally right where I wanted him.

A dark, dangerous satisfaction surged through my chest as I stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight of him. From the sheer panic in his wide, blue eyes, it was obvious he didn't recognize me.

He didn't know I’d seen him three nights ago at The Velvet Room. I’d been in the VIP lounge closing a high stakes deal with my cousin when the whole floor erupted over the club's star performance.

I hadn't planned on looking, but when he took the stage, I couldn't look away. The fluid power in those pale, slender legs, the breathtaking arch of his spine against the pole, and that intoxicating, faint omega scent...it had nearly driven my alpha to the surface right then and there.

When his mask accidentally slipped off mid routine, revealing that striking, gorgeous face, he hadn't even flinched. He just kept dancing like he owned every man in the room.

Now, he was standing in my very house, flushed and trembling.

"Are you... the boss?" he stuttered, his voice laced with hesitant pride.

"Yes, I am," I said smoothly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. I masked the fierce, possessive roar in my blood, keeping my expression entirely cold and controlled.

Every step I took toward him, he took a step back, like a cornered animal trying to maintain a illusion of defense. Within seconds, his back slammed against the marble edge of the vanity table.

"Why are you sweating?" I asked, glancing toward the thermostat on the wall. "The AC is set to maximum."

"I... I don't know why I am sweating," he muttered, his chest heaving under that ridiculous, tempting crop top.

I leaned in closer, my sharp eyes catching the heavy rise and fall of his breath, the deep crimson spreading across his neck. "Are you running a fever?"

Before I could finish the sentence, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, dragging me down into his space. His tiny nose buried against my neck, taking a sharp, desperate breath of my scent.

I froze, my hands hovering mid air. I hadn't expected him to move first.

Then, his control shattered. A sudden, massive wave of sweet, burning omega pheromones burst into the air...thick, heavy, and screaming for relief.

My instincts flared instantly. I gripped his hips, pulling him away just enough to look at his pupils, which were blown wide with unadulterated desire.

"Are you in heat?"

"I... I think so," he gasped, his fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt again, pulling me back as if he couldn't bear an inch of distance.

Unmarked. Completely unbonded, yet dripping with a heat that demanded an Alpha like me.

I stopped fighting my own restraint. I wrapped one heavy arm around his waist, locked my hand behind his head, and brought my lips down hard onto his.

He gasped against my mouth, and I seized the moment, sweeping my tongue inside to taste him completely. The kiss started slow, heavy with raw friction, before spiraling into absolute chaos. He whimpered into the kiss, grabbing at my shoulders, totally overwhelmed by my dominant Alpha aura.

Without breaking the kiss, I hooked my hands beneath his thighs and lifted him effortless off the floor. Danny instinctively locked his pale, slick legs around my waist, his fingers tangled in my hair as I carried him across the room and threw us both onto the bed.

The mattress bowed under our weight. I hovered over him, stripping his white top over his head in one fluid motion before ripping my own shirt off, exposing my chest to the cool air.

I came back down on him instantly, smothering his gasps with deep, bruising kisses. My lips dragged down the delicate line of his throat, tracing the dip of his collarbone, trailing lower until I took one taut, rose bud nipple into my mouth.

He arched violently off the bed, a high, trembling moan escaping his throat. "Ah...! Fuck..."

My hand slid down past the waistband of his pink shorts, slipping beneath the silk to cup him. He was slick drenched in his own heat, completely primed and weeping for me.

"Please..." he whimpered, his head tossing back against the pillows, his eyes glossy with liquid heat. "Just... fuck me already!"

I paused, hovering inches above his flushed face, my thumb stroking his cheek. "Are you sure?"

His eyes snapped open, blazing with furious, frustrated heat. "The fuck are you asking me that stupid question for?! Do it!"

A low, primal growl tore from my chest. So demanding.

I unbuckled my belt, shoved my trousers down, and guided the thick, throbbing head of my cock to his tight, weeping entrance. I aligned myself and pushed in slowly, deliberately, letting him feel every single inch of my length forcing its way inside.

"ARGHHH!"

Danny yelled out, his eyes flying wide as his fingers sank deep into the skin of my shoulders, his nails drawing blood. He was impossibly tight, a virgin heat gripping me like a vice, clamping down on my steel core so hard it nearly brought me to my knees.

"Stay still... breathe," I rasped through grit teeth, holding my weight off him as my heart hammered in my chest.

I waited three agonizing seconds for his body to stretch and accommodate me, then I slowly drew back and slammed back in, sinking to the hilt.

"Ahhn!" A sharp, helpless moan split the quiet room, tears of intense sensation spilling from the corners of his eyes.

I began to work a slow, brutal rhythm into him, the wet, heavy sounds of our bodies colliding filling the space between us.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, my control slipping through my fingers like sand. He was too soft, too tight, his heat scorching my skin like liquid fire. I couldn't be gentle with him...my Alpha demanded absolute surrender.

I gripped his slender ankles, hoisting his pale legs up over my shoulders, the exact same legs I had fantasized about under the club's neon lights. I changed the angle, driving down deep into his sweet spot with unrelenting, heavy thrusts.

Danny gasped, his hands pressing weakly against my chest, his knuckles white as he tried to find leverage against the pounding tide.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, my voice raw, my breath hot against his damp forehead.

"Shut up... and fuck me!" he sobbed out, his hips instinctively rolling up to meet every deep, punishing drive I gave him.

That was all the permission I needed. I locked my arms around him, pinning his back flat against the mattress as I accelerated into a ferocious, unhinged pace. The sheer, intoxicating overload of his scent enveloped my senses, turning every instinct I possessed into pure, territorial madness.

I buried my face in the hot crook of his neck, his pulse fluttering wildly against my lips.

"Don't... you... mark..." he mumbled faintly, his mind lost in the thick, hazy delirium of his climax reaching its peak.

His plea came too late. My alpha recognized what belonged to him.

My lips parted, and with one brutal, decisive snap, I sank my teeth deep into the delicate flesh of his neck, sealing the bond and claiming him completely.

"Stop!"