Chapter 3: Cock Drunk

Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles.

He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas.

Fuck his life.

Behind him, Enzo locks the door after them, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate calm.

The thick wad of cash sits on the nightstand, a silent reminder of their deal. One night for ten thousand dollars.

Julian seats stiffly at the edge of the bed, watching Enzo pour himself a glass of Champagne, when suddenly Enzo freezes.

The glint in his silver eyes completely vanishes as his pheromones flood the room, filling every inch with strong coffee and earth, wrapping around Julian, even stronger than the scent of those three men combined.

He whimpers, leg tightening as slick runs down his thighs. The realization hits him-- Enzo's unstable pheromones are acting up again.

He's in rut.

And for some reason, his silent wolf is also reacting to it.

Enzo's eyes darken, pupils hazy, "Fuck," he mutters, slamming the glass hard enough that it cracks. "It's hitting harder than usual tonight."

His hand shoots out, gripping Julian's wrist hard enough to bruise. "On the bed. Now."

Julian's heart races. He knows he can't run. Not from this. He's scared and trembling-- but still extremely turned on.

He climbs onto the mattress, hoodie already stripped away, leaving him in just his jeans. Enzo follows, shedding his trousers to reveal a sculpted tattooed torso, marked with faint scars.

Enzo doesn't undress him gently. He yanks Julian's jeans down in one harsh tug, exposing pale skin and the delicate curve of his ass. "Your scent is so faint, just the way I like it," he mutters, shoving Julian face-down into the pillows.

His cock is already hard, thick and heavy against Julian's thigh. No prep, no mercy. He pushes his thighs apart, watching the slick dripping with a pining lustfulness.

"Acting so fucking prude, when you're just as desperate."

Then he spits into his palm, slicks himself roughly, and lines up, pushing in with a single, savage thrust.

"F-uck, please..ah..slow.." Julian cries out clawing at the pillows, the stretch burns like fire. He's untouched, tight, but Enzo doesn't pause, driven by his heat.

The Alpha bottoms out, hips slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt. "Take it," Enzo snarls, voice gravely. His pheromones surge, flooding the room, making Julian's head spin and his own body soften, arching up even more to meet his thrusts.

Enzo fucks him like a man possessed. Hard, punishing strokes that rock the heavy bed frame against the wall.

Each thrust drives deep, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing obscenely in the room. Julian bites the pillow to muffle his own shameful moans, tears prickling in his eyes.

Enzo notices and growls, dragging him on all fours without pulling out. He angles his hips and slams back in, hitting right on his prostrate.

Julian's eyes roll to the back of his head, as a loud moan tears from his throat, unable to hold it in, body jolting with so much pleasure that he starts shaking uncontrollably.

Enzo's hand fists in his hair, yanking his head back. "Good little Omega, make those pretty sounds for me...hmm?"

He grips his hips, pulling him back onto every thrust. "You're so fuck! So tight. Made for my cock."

Julian whimpers, moaning uncontrollably at the relentless pound behind him.

And as the rut takes full control. Enzo's movements turn animalistic-- faster, deeper, grinding against that spot inside Julian that forces unwanted sparks of pleasure through the pain.

Julian screams, broken and raw, his cock hardening beneath him despite the roughness. Enzo reaches around, stroking him with calloused hands in time with his thrusts, squeezing until Julian's vision blurs.

Sweat slicks their bodies. The necklace bounces against Julian's chest with every brutal drive.

"Mine tonight," Enzo hisses, biting down on Julian's shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "Say it! Fuck!"

"Y-yours..." Julian whispers, his mind a static of pleasure.

Close to the edge, Enzo lets his knot swell inside, forcing Julian wider. The pressure is unbearable but exquisite, his jaw slacks, parting in a silent scream.

It sends him over the edge first, spilling over Enzo's fist and the sheets. Enzo follows with a guttural roar, flooding him deep, rutting through the orgasm in rough, uneven jerks until Julian feels completely raw, leaking cum trickling down his thighs.

They collapse, Enzo's weight pinning him as he stays buried inside, his knot locking them together.

Slowly, after a few minutes of dragging heavy breaths, the feral haze in his eyes clears. Enzo lifts his head, inhaling deeply.

His pheromones… they've gone quiet.

The usual storm inside him--the insatiable rage that terrifies even his own men--has settled into a low, calm hum. Enzo blinks, staring down at Julian's trembling form beneath him.

For the first time in years, the violent edge in his blood feels muted.

"What the fuck are you?" Enzo murmurs, pulling back slightly, making Julian gasp.

"One fuck and my head is clear. No episodes. No rage."

Julian doesn't respond to the comment, completely exhausted, and aching from the relentless pounding. His hole throbs around Enzo's softening cock, sore but full.

He convinces himself that the money could give him a new life, far away, before Enzo realizes he's the one his men are looking for.

But as Enzo pulls him closer, blunt head already stiffening inside, Julian realizes the night might not end with just one round.

"I'll double the money." Enzo's lips brush his ear, tone low and dangerous. "I want to go another round."