Chapter Six

Maddox

My fingers curled around Kyle's hair, pulling him closer as he struggled to accommodate my girth. The scent of Kyle's sweet pheromones mingled with the musk of arousal, driving me wild. I couldn't believe this was happening – my own stepson, on his knees, servicing me in the men's room mere hours after exchanging vows with his mother.

“Fuck, Kyle," I growled, my voice low and husky. "Your mouth feels incredible. Are you sure this is your first time doing this?”

I tightened my grip, guiding Kyle's head to take me even deeper. The poor boy gagged shakily, but I didn't relent, savoring the sensation of Kyle's throat constricting around me.

As Kyle looked up, wide-eyed and vulnerable, I felt a surge of dark pleasure. His lips were flushed, slick with heat, and the faintest tremble ran through him, not from fear, but something far more dangerous.

His scent—God, that scent. It hit me like a punch to the chest, thick and warm, tinged with salt and something sweet, something purely him. His pheromones curled around my senses like smoke, invasive and intoxicating. My pulse quickened.

It was insane how easily my body responded to him. A single glance from those watery eyes, and I was lost. The sharp rush of desire that shot through me was brutal, nearly blinding. I had to brace one hand against the wall just to stay grounded.

“Kyle,” I growled low, the sound barely human, “you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

His lips parted, glistening, and he panted softly, his breath quick and needy. “Am I doing it right?” he whispered. “Tell me.”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed. “Fuck you are. You’re doing it so well. Doing it so good it drives me mad crazy. But let me help you a little bit, boy.”

I increased the ferocity of my thrusts, losing myself in the primal rhythm of domination. Kyle's mouth stretched obscenely around my girth, his cheeks hollowing with each brutal invasion. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the small space, punctuated by Kyle's muffled whimpers and the occasional cough.

Suddenly, a particularly harsh thrust forced Kyle to gag, his body convulsing as he struggled to breathe. With a final, savage plunge, my cock slipped free of his stretched lips, leaving him gasping for air.

Kyle staggered back, clutching at his throat, his eyes wide with shock and discomfort. A thin trail of saliva and precum connected his parted lips to the tip of my cock, which throbbed angrily, demanding more.

"You okay, boy?” I asked, trying to control my fast breathing.

“Yes,” he panted, nodding.

“Good,” I nodded, “Because I’m not finished yet.”

As I regained control of myself, I looked down at Kyle with a hungry gaze. The sight of him on his knees, face flushed and lips swollen from my cock, sent a fresh wave of lust through me.

Without warning, I grabbed Kyle's hair again and pushed him back onto my shaft. "Open wide, boy," I commanded, my voice rough with need.

Kyle parted his lips obediently, and I began to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

My hips snapped forward, burying myself to the hilt in Kyle's warm, wet mouth. I relished the feeling of his throat constricting around me, the delicate dance of his Adam's apple as he swallowed around my thickness.

I set a relentless pace, fucking Kyle's mouth with abandon. Each thrust pushed him further onto his knees, his hands scrabbling against the tile floor for support. My balls slapped against his chin with every retreat, the lewd sound echoing in the otherwise quiet restroom.

Kyle's eyes watered from the force, but he didn't resist, simply submitting to my dominance. I could see the struggle in his expression, torn between the pain and the pleasure of being used so thoroughly.

You might wonder, how did this all happen? Why did Kyle accept to have my cock all the way into his mouth?

It had been just a week.

Seven damn days living under the same roof with Kyle and Hayden, and already, I knew I was fucked. Kyle… there was something about him that clung to my skin, invaded my thoughts, and sat heavy in my chest even when he was around me. It wasn’t just that he was an Omega; I could tell that from the second day, but he wasn’t ordinary.

No, Kyle was pure. A rare breed. The kind of Omega whose scent could send you spiraling if you weren’t strong enough to hold yourself together. And I had been holding myself together. Barely. Until today.

Of all days for his heat to start, why did it have to be today?

My goddamn wedding day.

I was already tense when we exchanged vows. The moment I turned around to sit with the others, I caught a whiff of it. That scent.

Sweet, intoxicating, warm like honey left out in the sun. It slid down my spine and made my hands twitch. I looked over, and there he was—shifting in his seat, flushed in the cheeks, chest rising too fast.

His eyes glassy, and he kept biting his lip nervously. Hayden, who was by his side, seemed not to even care. His eyes were just at me, partially glaring, but who cares anyway? Meanwhile, Kyle was trying to hide it, but I could feel it from across the room.

My instincts flared like fire catching on dry wood. I clenched my jaw, bit the inside of my cheek, anything to ground myself. But it was useless.

I knew what this was. And I couldn’t take it. Besides, everyone was busy already, and even my new wife, the boys' mother, Margot, was busy dancing and talking to some of her friends.

So the moment I got the chance, I got up and slipped away. No one noticed. Why would they? The groom always disappears for a minute during these long events. Maybe they thought I needed to catch my breath.

 But I wasn’t trying to breathe.

I was chasing a scent that had already wrapped itself around my throat.

I didn’t have to look far. The second I pushed open the door to the gents’ room, the air hit me like a wave. That scent. Kyle’s scent. So potent now, it made my head spin. My pulse jumped. I could feel heat flooding my gut and settling between my thighs.

And then I saw him.

He was sitting on the toilet seat, shirt half-open, chest flushed and glistening. His thighs were pressed together, his eyes glossy and unfocused. He was panting in small, shallow breaths that sounded almost desperate. He looked up at me like he’d been waiting. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was the one who wanted him and not my cock.