4. Dominic

Above the city of London,dusk painted the sky in strokes of fiery orange and twilight blue, a fitting canvas for the grandeur of the Altitude Restaurant. Perched atop the Davenport Plaza, a seven-star jewel in the crown of Davenport Enterprises, it offered an exclusive retreat for those who could discern the subtle nuances of true luxury.

Dominic sat at a table, his back to a panoramic view that transformed as nightfall embraced the city. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished silverware and bone china before him. The murmur of cultured voices underscored the clink of glasses. Across from him sat three business partners, each one hanging on Dominic's every word as he outlined the future of Davenport Enterprises. He leaned forward slightly, his steel-gray eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight as he spoke.

"Our projections for Q3 are already exceeding expectations," Dominic said, tapping a finger on the sleek tablet that housed graphs and figures only dreams were made of. "The real estate division has secured two major developments in Dubai and Shanghai; both are set to redefine luxury living."

One partner, a woman with sharp features and an even sharper business sense, nodded her approval. "The returns on those will be substantial. But what about our tech sector? How are we innovating to stay ahead?"

Dominic smiled thinly, appreciating the challenge in her tone. "Our RD is pioneering proprietary AI that's going to revolutionize fintech. We're not just staying ahead, but we're paving new roads others will follow."

A murmur of assent circled the table as another partner, a man with salt-and-pepper hair that bespoke his years in high finance, leaned in. "And your energy endeavors? Are we expanding beyond traditional markets?"

"We're diversifying into renewables," Dominic assured him with a measured confidence. "Our solar initiatives alone are projected to increase our market share by twenty percent within eighteen months."

The third partner, younger and visibly eager to make his mark, interjected with enthusiasm. "These numbers… we're talking billions in growth potential."

"Billions," Dominic echoed, allowing himself a momentary flash of pride before his expression settled back into determined focus. "With calculated risks and strategic expansion, Davenport Enterprises will not just grow, but we'll set a new standard for corporate dominance."

Glasses raised in silent toast to that future, one where numbers in billions were not just projections but certainties etched into the very foundation of their empire.

The evening unfolded with a choreographed grace, each course arriving as if on cue with the rhythm of their discussions. Plates of exquisitely prepared cuisine—seared scallops on a bed of truffled pea puree, succulent lamb adorned with mint-infused jus—served as silent partners in the dance of negotiation. The wine, a bold vintage that hinted at dark cherries and the promise of oak, flowed generously.

Dominic savored the flavors, but his satisfaction stemmed more from the nods of agreement and the subtle shifts in body language that signaled commitment. He read their cues with the same precision that he dissected market trends, each gesture another data point confirming his strategy's potency.

As dessert—a trio of chocolate indulgences, each more decadent than the last—gave way to satisfied sighs and lingering sips of espresso, Dominic rose from his chair. His movements were fluid, a panther amid lambs, as he extended his hand to each partner in turn.

"Your faith in Davenport Enterprises is well placed," he assured them with a firm handshake that was both a seal on their conversations and an unspoken command for continued allegiance.

Once farewells echoed into silence and the last partner had disappeared beyond the doors, Dominic's assistant, Sam, approached.

"Sir," Sam began, "is there anything else you require tonight?"

Dominic regarded the middle-aged beta for a moment, considering if there was any task left undone that might require his attention. But no, everything was in place, every detail attended to with meticulous care.

"No," Dominic replied with finality. "That will be all for tonight."

"Very well," Sam said with a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, then."

With those parting words, Sam collected his own tablet and pen, a scribe ready for the next day's scripture, and departed. Dominic was left alone amid the remnants of a successful evening, one where fortunes were made and futures secured within walls that whispered promises only he could fulfill.

Dominic strode into the bar lounge, his powerful frame cutting through the murmurs and laughter. The air, rich with the scent of aged spirits and polished wood, seemed to shift as he entered, a palpable sense of anticipation spreading through the room. Women perched on bar stools turned their heads, their gazes skimming over him with unbridled interest, tracing the lines of his tailored suit that hugged his lean, muscular frame.

He was the epitome of desire, a man whose very presence commanded attention. His hair, dark as a raven's wing, was styled to perfection, complementing the sharp angles of his jaw and the determined set of his mouth. The steel gray of his eyes, usually piercing and focused, now held a glint of something more—a silent storm brewing within.

Even from across the room, one could feel the weight of his power, wealth radiating from him like heat from a flame. He was the kind of man who wielded control effortlessly, the kind that women craved in their deepest fantasies and some men admired with a mixture of respect and envy.

Dominic approached the bar with purposeful strides, every inch the dominant alpha he was born to be. The bartender greeted him with a deferential nod, already reaching for the top-shelf bourbon Dominic favored.

"Your usual, Mr. Davenport?" the bartender asked.

Dominic nodded once as he took his place at the bar. As he sipped his drink, cool amber liquid that burned pleasantly down his throat, he could feel eyes lingering on him—eyes filled with invitation and promise. But none held any allure for him; none could compare to her—Asa.

A week ago, Xavier's call had come as both a shock and an inevitability. Marco's team had finally located Asa after months of searching. Dominic had been clear in his instructions: Xavier and Lucian were to bring her home immediately. Yet a week had passed with no sign of her return, and Dominic's patience wore thin.

He wanted to take matters into his own hands, to leave this city behind and retrieve Asa himself, but duty anchored him here. More meetings awaited, more partnerships to forge for Davenport Enterprises. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders even as her absence left an insistent ache within him.

Setting down his glass with more force than necessary, Dominic checked his phone for any missed messages or updates from his brothers. Nothing. A frown creased his brow as he contemplated his next move, a strategic mind always plotting yet momentarily ensnared by personal longing.

The room continued its languid pulse around him, the laughter softer now in Dominic's ears as he withdrew further into thoughts of Asa, her delicate features haunting him more vividly than any specter could ever aspire to be. He took another sip of bourbon as resolve hardened within him—Asa would be brought home soon, one way or another.

A woman, emboldened by either the night's indulgences or the challenge of conquest, slid onto the stool next to Dominic. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and calculated interest. She offered him a coy smile, leaning in just enough to breach the distance propriety dictated.

Dominic turned his head, meeting her gaze with a practiced ease that betrayed none of his inner turmoil. He emptied his glass in one slow, deliberate gulp and set it down with a soft clink. With a curt smile that never quite reached his eyes, he said, "Sorry, honey, this man's taken."

He didn't wait for her response. Pushing away from the bar, he strode across the room, each step widening the gap between him and the world of fleeting pleasures. The heavy doors swung shut behind him, sealing away the night's temptations.

Dominic's suite in the Davenport Plaza was a testament to luxury—an expanse of opulence that sprawled out before him as he entered. High above London's glittering skyline, it was an enclave for those who demanded exclusivity and refinement. The foyer led to a living space where velvet couches sat under an ornate chandelier that dripped crystals like diamonds from the heavens. Art pieces adorned the walls, each one carefully curated, a silent gallery witnessing his solitude.

He passed through without pause, his footsteps muffled by thick carpets woven from threads of gold and silver. The bedroom beckoned with promises of rest, a king-sized bed framed in dark wood at its center, draped in linens so fine they whispered against the skin.

Dominic moved toward the en suite bathroom where marble and glass conspired to create a sanctuary within a sanctuary. Chrome fixtures caught the light as he turned on the shower, and steam rose to fog up the mirrors.

As water cascaded over him, washing away the residue of another day's triumphs and tribulations, Dominic closed his eyes. Images of Asa danced behind his lids, her laughter echoing like music through his memories. He recalled her smile, gentle yet capable of lighting up the darkest corners of his heart.

In the steam-filled solitude, her singing voice enveloped him, a melody that soared above mundane reality, transporting him to moments when their bodies moved together in rhythm, a dance that was theirs alone. He remembered her taste—sweet and intoxicating—and the feel of her against him—softness yielding to strength.

The hot water ceased its cascade, leaving only the echo of droplets in the spacious bathroom. Dominic wrapped a towel around his waist, beads of water trailing down his chest as he contemplated the quiet that enveloped him. He swiped a hand across the fogged mirror, revealing a reflection of determination etched into his features.

Slipping into a plush bathrobe, he padded back into the bedroom, the fabric whispering against his skin. He moved with purpose, every action imbued with an undercurrent of urgency. Picking up the phone from its cradle on the nightstand, he dialed Xavier's number with deft precision.

Xavier answered on the second ring. "Dom? What's up?"

Dominic wasted no time on pleasantries. "I've reviewed the tech division's latest project proposal. The integration timeline is too optimistic. Push back on RD; I want realistic deliverables."

There was a brief pause as Xavier processed the directive. "Understood. I'll meet with them first thing in the morning."

"Good." Dominic shifted gears, a softer tone creeping into his voice despite his best efforts to maintain a veneer of control. "Xav, have you found where she lives yet? We need to bring Asa home."

Xavier sighed on the other end, a sound that traveled through the line like a gust of wind signaling an impending storm. "I'm trying, Dom. But it's not that simple. You know we can't force her to come back."

Dominic clenched his jaw, muscles working as he grappled with the mix of frustration and concern churning within him. "We promised to protect her," he said, each word measured and deliberate. "She's safer with us."

"I know," Xavier replied, patience threading through his response. "I'll do my best, brother. You have my word."

The line crackled with unspoken tension before Dominic let out a heavy breath, one that bore the weight of his world—a world incomplete without Asa.

"All right," he said finally. "Keep me updated."

He ended the call without another word, setting down the phone as if it were made of glass—one wrong move and everything could shatter.

Dominic lay back on the expanse of the bed, the silence of the room amplifying the echo of his own thoughts. In the dark, his mind conjured Asa's image, a beacon in the solitude that threatened to engulf him. He missed her more than he dared admit, each day without her stretching longer than the last.

He remembered her delicate touch, the softness of her skin under his hands. The memory of her scent, a blend of lavender and something uniquely Asa, filled his senses. His heart ached with longing, not just for her presence but for the completeness she brought to his life.

The soft rustle of sheets accompanied his restless movements as he turned onto his side, trying to shake off the emptiness that clung to him. But there was no escaping it, every fiber of his being yearned for Asa, for her laughter that brightened even his darkest days, for her gentle strength that made him feel invincible.

As he closed his eyes, images of their last night together played behind his lids—Asa beneath him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes dark with desire. He could almost feel her beneath him again, her slender frame yielding to his strength, their bodies moving in a rhythm.

The intensity of the memory sent a surge of heat through him. His body responded instinctively, desire pooling in his core as he thought of how she arched against him, soft moans spilling from her lips. His hand drifted down, fingers wrapping around his length. He imagined it was Asa's hand instead, her touch igniting him with every stroke.

His movements became more deliberate as he lost himself in the fantasy of Asa's presence. With each motion, he sank deeper into the memory of their passion. The sensation built within him, a crescendo that echoed the beating of his heart.

As pleasure mounted, Dominic's grip tightened, the line between reality and memory blurring until he was teetering on the edge. A whispered "Asa" escaped his lips as he found release, a bittersweet moment that only deepened the ache for her.

Exhaustion tugged at Dominic's consciousness as he let go of tension and yearning alike. Sleep claimed him in its gentle embrace, offering respite from the relentless pull of longing.

Morning light crept across the floor when Dominic's phone pierced through dreams and slumber. He reached for it instinctively, already knowing it had to be news about Asa before even seeing Lucian's name flash across the screen.

"Dom," Lucian's voice came through. "We have Asa back home."

Dominic sat up abruptly, heart pounding with a mix of relief and impatience. "Let me see her," he demanded, voice rough from sleep and emotion.

There was a shuffle on Lucian's end before the phone switched to video mode. And there she was—Asa—in all her ethereal beauty.

Dominic's breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. Asa, his sweet Asa, was completely bare and seated on Xavier's lap. Her porcelain skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Each thrust from his brother sent a shudder through Asa's delicate frame, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted in a silent moan as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

Dominic's eyes drank in the sight of her, transfixed by the erotic display before him, his heart pounding with a heady mix of love and desire. Every gasp and moan that fell from Asa's lips sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He ached to be there with her, to feel her soft skin under his touch, to taste the sweetness of her flesh, to be the one bringing her to the heights of ecstasy.

The sight of her like this—lost in pleasure, surrendering to their touch—was intoxicating. It stirred something primal within Dominic, a possessive need that clawed at his chest.

Lucian's voice broke through the haze of desire that had settled over Dominic. "Dom is on the phone, love," the youngest brother whispered seductively into Asa's ear.

Asa's eyes fluttered open, her light-blue irises hazy. As her gaze locked on to the screen, recognition dawned on her features. Shock, surprise, love, and a flicker of fear danced across her delicate face, each emotion amplified by the intensity of the moment. He could see the turmoil swirling within her, the conflict between her desire for them and the fear of what it meant.

"Dom," she breathed, his name a plea and a prayer on her lips.

"Asa," Dominic said, his voice low, gruff, and filled with yearning. "My sweet Asa."

Asa's body tensed at the sound of his voice, a cry of pure bliss escaping her as she shattered under the combined force of Xavier's thrusts and Dominic's commanding presence. Even through the small screen, Dominic could feel the power of her release, the way her body trembled and quaked with the force of her climax.

"Fuck, Dom," Xavier growled, his voice strained. "She's squeezing me so tight."

"Seems like the sound of your voice has quite the effect on our Asa, brother," Lucian said. "Fuck, she's still coming."

Dominic watched, mesmerized, his own desire spiraling out of control. He ached to be there, to hold her close and whisper words of love and reassurance. But for now, he would have to settle for this—for the connection forged through the screen, for the knowledge that she was safe and in their arms once more.

* * *

Dominic's fingerstrembled as he connected his phone to the large screen mounted on the wall, desperate to drink in every detail of the passionate scene unfolding before him. With a few taps, the image from Lucian's video call filled the display, enveloping Dominic in the sights and sounds of his brothers claiming their omega wife. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the primal rhythm of Lucian's thrusts into Asa. The sight of her, splayed out beneath Lucian, her body writhing in ecstasy, was a feast for his starved eyes.

Lucian knelt between her parted thighs, his muscular frame dwarfing her delicate figure as he slowly sank into her welcoming heat. Dominic's eyes traced the curve of Asa's neck, the way her head arched back in ecstasy, exposing the delicate line of her throat. He could almost feel the softness of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his lips.

A soft whimper escaped Asa's mouth as Lucian began to move, his powerful thrusts rocking her petite frame. Dominic's gaze was drawn to the swell of her breasts, the rosy peaks straining with each snap of Lucian's hips. He longed to taste the sweetness of her flesh, to roll those pebbled buds across his tongue and savor the sounds of her pleasure.

Lucian's hands roamed possessively over Asa's body, his touch gentle yet demanding as he mapped every curve and hollow. Dominic's own fingers twitched with the need to join them, to feel the silken heat of Asa's skin beneath his palms. He could almost smell the heady scent of her arousal, the intoxicating blend of honey and desire that drove him to the brink of madness.

Dominic's gaze was drawn to the point where their bodies joined, the sight of Lucian sliding in and out of Asa making his cock harden painfully. Each pound elicited a soft gasp from her, a sound that went straight to Dominic's groin. He could see the muscles in Lucian's back ripple as he drove into Asa, his brother's face a mask of concentration and desire.

Dominic reached down, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his silk pajama bottom, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He stroked himself in time with Lucian's thrusts, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the soft slap of skin against skin, the wet sound of Lucian's cock sliding in and out of Asa, her breathy moans and gasps.

He watched as Lucian leaned down, capturing Asa's mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, a sensual duel that mirrored the rhythm of their bodies. Asa's hands clutched at Lucian's back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving half-moon marks that would bruise. The sight sent a shiver of pleasure down Dominic's spine, the thought of marking Asa, of claiming her, driving him wild with desire.

Lucian's hands cupped Asa's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, making her arch into his touch. The sight of Lucian's hands on Asa, of his brother touching and caressing her, should have made Dominic jealous. But instead, it only fueled his desire, the knowledge that they were all sharing in this moment, in this pleasure, making his heart swell with love and longing.

Dominic's hand moved faster on his cock, his grip tightening as he watched Lucian pound into Asa. He could see the tension building in her body, the way her muscles tensed and her breath hitched. She was close, teetering on the edge of release, and Dominic wanted nothing more than to push her over, to watch as she shattered beneath their touch.

His own orgasm was building, a coil of pleasure that tightened with each stroke of his hand. He could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the heat that spread through his body, the pressure that built in his balls. He was close, so close, but he held back, not wanting to find his release until Asa did.

As he watched, Lucian's thrusts became more erratic, his movements more desperate. He could see the strain on his brother's face, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. Lucian was close too, and Dominic knew that when his brother came, when he filled Asa with his release, it would push her over the edge.

And then it happened. Lucian let out a guttural groan, his body stiffening as he found his release. Asa's cry of pleasure followed a moment later, her body convulsing as she came, her orgasm rippling through her like a wave. The sight of them, lost in the throes of passion, was too much for Dominic. With a strangled cry, he came, his release spilling over his hand.

Dominic's eyes remained transfixed on the screen, his breath hitched as Xavier climbed onto the bed and lavished his attention on every inch of Asa's porcelain skin, his mouth and hands exploring the curves and valleys of her body with loving devotion while Lucian, once again, continued to thrust into her.

The sight of his brothers pleasuring their omega wife was a heady aphrodisiac, one that made his cock throb and his heart race. He watched as Xavier's fingers found Asa's clit, circling the sensitive nub in time with Lucian's intense, vigorous pounding. The combined assault sent Asa spiraling into another orgasm, her body convulsing as she cried out in pleasure, a siren's call that drew Dominic deeper into the maelstrom of desire.

He stroked himself again, in time with their thrusts, his grip firm and unyielding, as if he could physically share in their ecstasy through the sheer force of his longing. Dominic's hand moved faster on his cock, his grip tightening as he watched his brothers bring Asa to the brink of ecstasy again and again. He could see the sweat glistening on their bodies, the flush of pleasure on Asa's cheeks. It was a sight to behold, one that made his heart ache to be there with them.

Time seemed to blur, the minutes stretching into an eternity as Dominic bore witness to Asa's repeated climaxes. Each time she shattered, her body arching and trembling, Dominic felt his own release build, the pressure mounting until he thought he might burst.

And then, just as Asa reached the pinnacle of her pleasure once more, her back bowing off the bed as her cries filled the room, Dominic's control snapped. With a guttural groan, he found his own release, again, his seed spilling over his hand as he rode the waves of his orgasm, his eyes never leaving the screen.

In the aftermath, Dominic's chest heaved, his skin slick with sweat as he fought to catch his breath. He longed to reach through the screen, to gather Asa's trembling form into his arms and hold her close, to reassure her of his love and devotion.

The shrill ring of his work phone shattered the moment, jolting Dominic back to reality. He glanced at the screen, Sam's name flashing insistently, and a wave of irritation washed over him. Snatching up the phone, he swiped to answer, his voice a low growl. "What is it?"

"Sir, I'm downstairs and ready whenever you are," Sam's voice crackled through the speaker, oblivious to the scene he had just interrupted.

Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose, willing himself to focus. "Cancel everything for the rest of the week," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "And make arrangements for us to return to the States. I want our private jet ready to depart by this afternoon."

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and Dominic could almost hear the confusion in Sam's pause. "Of course, sir," the assistant replied. "I'll take care of it immediately."

Dominic ended the call without another word, his attention already drifting back to the screen where Lucian finally withdrew from Asa's sated body, her heat temporarily abated.

A possessive swell of pride filled his chest at the sight of his brothers' showering love and adoration on their omega wife, a reflection of Dominic's own feelings, a reminder of the depth of their connection to this ethereal creature.

Xavier gathered Asa into his arms, her petite frame dwarfed by his muscular bulk as he peppered gentle kisses along her hairline and temples. Asa's eyes fluttered closed, her features relaxed in the blissful aftermath of their lovemaking as she drifted off to sleep, cocooned in Xavier's embrace.

Lucian reached for the phone, his face flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Will you be returning after next week as planned?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Dominic tore his gaze from the screen, his jaw tightening with resolve. "I've made arrangements for our jet to depart this afternoon. I'll be home by nightfall."

A flicker of unease crossed Lucian's features, his brow furrowing slightly. "Asa… What if she tries to run again?"

The words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the pain and heartache they had endured during Asa's absence. Dominic's gaze drifted back to Asa's sleeping form, drinking in the sight of her porcelain skin and the delicate sweep of her lashes against her cheeks. Dominic's grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles turning white.

"Install a tracking software on her phone and place more guards on her," he said. "I won't risk losing her again."

Lucian's frown deepened, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Dominic, I'm not sure that's—"

"Do it, Luc," Dominic cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I won't take any chances when it comes to her safety and well-being."

A heavy silence stretched between them, the weight of Dominic's demand hanging in the air. Lucian's hesitation was palpable, a brief flash of doubt crossing his face. But in the end, his love and concern for Asa's safety won out over any reservations he might have had about their control over her. He gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening.

"As you wish, brother," he said, his gaze dropping to Asa's slumbering form. "For her sake."

Dominic felt a twinge of guilt at the necessity of such measures, but he pushed it aside. He was doing what was necessary to protect what was his, to keep his family whole and safe. They had lost Asa once, and the agony of that separation was still fresh in his heart. He would do whatever it took to ensure it never happened again. Asa's well-being was paramount, even if it meant blurring the lines of ethical boundaries.

"Take care of her until I arrive," he said, his voice softening ever so slightly. "I'll be home soon."

Lucian's lips curved into a gentle smile, his eyes shining with affection as he gazed upon Asa's sleeping form. "Always, brother. We'll be waiting."

With a final nod, the call ended, and Dominic was left alone with his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the outline of Asa's face on the screen, a bittersweet ache blossoming in his chest.

Soon, he would hold her in his arms once more, feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair. Soon, their family would be whole again, and nothing would ever tear them apart.

A steely resolve settled over him, hardening his features and banishing any lingering doubts. Whatever it took, whatever sacrifices were necessary, he would protect what was his. Asa belonged to him, to them, and he would move heaven and earth to keep her safe and by their side.

With a few taps on his phone, Dominic set the wheels in motion, his mind already focused on the journey ahead. He would be reunited with his omega wife, his love, the woman who held his heart in her delicate hands. And this time, nothing would tear them apart again. He'd make sure of that.