All Chapters of His Hockey Star by Day, His Forbidden Omega by Night. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Enzo~Jules was limp and ruined in my arms, hole still twitching weakly around the softening length of my cock, cum and slick dripping steadily down his thighs onto the balcony floor. The night air clung to the mess we’d made of each other. His scent was thick enough to choke on. It was sweet, claimed, and so thoroughly fucked that my wolf kept circling the unmarked skin of his throat like it still had unfinished business.I carefully eased out of him. The wet, filthy sound of it made him whimper. A thick rush of my cum followed, sliding down the insides of his legs in sticky trails. I tucked myself away just enough to be decent, then scooped his lithe body up against my chest. He barely stirred, only nuzzled closer into my neck with a soft, broken sound that went straight to my still-half-hard cock.I wasn’t taking him through the front.If anyone saw him like this, bruised, fucked-out, reeking of Alpha and slick—his identity at the club would be finished. I carried him through the p

Enzo~I had spent the better part of the morning convincing myself that the previous night had been an isolated incident, an unfortunate combination of circumstances that had resulted in me making several decisions I would not ordinarily make. Jules had been in the middle of a rut, my club had experienced a security problem, and allowing him to remain unattended after his condition worsened would have created unnecessary complications. Every part of the situation could be explained logically, which was precisely why I found myself growing increasingly irritated whenever my thoughts returned to the omega.The sex, however, was a different matter.I had never needed to repeat an encounter to satisfy myself, and I certainly hadn't developed a habit of bringing the same person back into my bed. My preferences were simple, my expectations uncomplicated, and my interest in anyone rarely lasted beyond the point where I had gotten what I wanted. Jules had somehow managed to become the except

Chapter 22Matteo~Something smelled wrong in the house.I noticed it the moment I stepped into the main hallway, stopping long enough to take another breath before looking around as though I expected to find the source sitting on the staircase. The scent was faint, buried beneath the familiar mixture of polished wood, expensive furniture, and my father's Alpha pheromones, but it was unmistakably familiar.I just couldn't figure out where I'd smelled it before.“Has someone been cleaning with a different product?” I called toward the sitting room.One of the housekeepers appeared from the adjoining corridor, her expression politely attentive. “Not that I'm aware of, sir. We haven't changed any of the cleaning supplies.”“Then why does the house smell different?”She hesitated, clearly uncertain how to answer a question that probably sounded ridiculous to anyone who hadn't grown up surrounded by Alphas and their irritatingly distinctive scents. I gave her a dismissive wave and continue

Enzo~The transfer had been completed before noon, and by the time I arrived at the office, I had already decided that the matter was settled.Five hundred thousand dollars was more than generous for a single encounter, particularly one that had never been arranged in advance. I had no intention of discussing the circumstances with Jules, explaining my reasoning, or entertaining whatever objections he might have about the amount. The money was his now, and what he chose to do with it was no longer my concern.That was how I intended to leave things.Unfortunately, my attention kept returning to the memory of his face when he had woken up in my mansion. Jules had looked at me as though he expected me to demand something from him, and his reaction to the possibility of being controlled had been immediate. He had made it abundantly clear that sleeping with him did not give me the right to dictate his movements or interfere with his life.I remembered his exact words because I disliked be

Jules~ Peter sat up on the sofa, his expression hardening as though I were the one who had just made an unreasonable demand. “Watch your mouth, Jules.” “No, seriously, I need to understand what you're thinking. I just paid a hundred thousand dollars to get you out of that place, and you've barely been home long enough to sit down before asking me for another fifty thousand. What exactly makes you think I owe you another dollar?” His jaw tightened. “I'm your father.” “And?” The word escaped before I could stop it, leaving us staring at each other across the living room. I had spent years imagining what I would say if Peter ever came back, if I ever got the chance to ask why he'd left me to deal with everything he had abandoned. I had imagined shouting, crying, demanding answers, but none of those fantasies had prepared me for the reality of standing in my own apartment while my father treated me like an inconvenient source of money. “And?” he repeated, rising from the sofa.