7. He’s Mine

7

HE'S MINE

CHARLES

I should have known this would happen.

Since I hadn't made my intentions clear and my relationship official, Nico didn't stay on my arm. I had to schmooze people and be schmoozed, and he walked around, oblivious to the lecherous gazes he drew in.

I should have grabbed the boy and dragged him to the nearest twenty-four-seven chapel and not here, into the wolf den.

"I'm very pleased with the development, Charles." Our mayor had the most annoying simper. "The city is indebted to you."

I glanced over his shoulder, spotting Nico by the bar. He seemed to be getting sparkling water. Always so responsible.

The mayor leaned closer, smirking conspiratorially. "I might even owe you my next election win. Good thing it's illegal for me to pay you back for that, eh?"

I forced out an appropriate chuckle. Nico disappeared from my view for a second. It made me nervous when I couldn't see him.

"What a summer," the mayor's husband said. "The heat has been horrendous."

"Uh. Yes. We've been having issues with the air conditioning in our headquarters," I said. "I've been cooking my employees alive."

The mayor laughed. "They'll live. You pay them well enough."

"It's concerning, don't you think?" the husband continued. "The city doesn't even cool down during the night anymore."

"What am I to do? Should we start painting the roads white like in California? At least in here, the air is breathable."

"With the temperatures we've been having, the electricity consumption for air conditioning can get as high as for heating in winter."

The mayor patted his husband's arm, his manner distinctly condescending. "Good thing you don't have to worry about bills, darling, since your husband is the mayor. Now come, I want a drink. We'll catch up with you later, Charles."

I gave a polite nod. The husband seemed to be a decent human being. How he tolerated our arrogant idiot of a mayor was beyond me. But I didn't dwell on politics—I was too busy looking for my assistant.

There he was.

No way in fucking hell.

Before I could reason with myself, I charged through the crowd toward where my Nico stood flanked by two alphas. I recognized one of them as an attorney from a prominent firm in the city. He smiled at my omega, preening like a peacock.

I caught a mere snippet of their conversation, but it was enough for me to see red. "Are you drinking soda water? Let me get you…"

"Nicolas!"

Nico stiffened. His doe eyes met mine, and his throat bobbed as he gulped. I was fuming, and he saw.

"Yes, sir?"

"I need you to come with me. Now."

Nico glanced at his companions apologetically. "Excuse me, gentlemen."

I grabbed his elbow and guided him away.

"Is something the matter, sir?"

I ground my teeth together. I was being a jerk, dammit. "No," I admitted.

"You seem upset, sir," he said quietly, his voice shaking.

"I am. I'm angry."

"I'm sorry, sir. If it was something I did…"

"No. You've done nothing wrong."

I was dragging him through the grand theater hall and toward the exit. Did I have the patience to bring him home before I fucked him? My blood seemed to be boiling.

I noticed an unmarked door to the left and tried the handle. Locked. I tried another door, and it opened. It looked like a storage room. Windowless, it held tables and chairs stacked on top of each other. I closed us inside and hit the light switch.

"Sir, what's happening? Can I help you?"

"On your knees," was what came out of my mouth.

He obeyed, no questions asked. He lowered himself onto his knees in front of me and looked up, his expression expectant but calm.

When I unzipped my fly, his eyes flashed with lust.

"Open your mouth."

He parted his lips, his tongue peeking out. I cupped his nape and pushed my cock into his mouth.

"Suck."

God, the relief.

Nico hollowed his cheeks, sucking vigorously, gazing up at me with devotion. He liked it. I could tell. He liked me manhandling him, ordering him around, and using him.

He was perfect for me.

"You've turned me into a monster."

Moaning, he took me into his throat.

"I saw those alphas drooling over you and wanted to beat them up and then fuck you in the middle of the room."

With his hands on the back of my thighs, he tried to take me as deep as he could, his beautiful eyes tearing up.

"You're making me behave like a possessive madman. I should spank you for doing this to me."

Another moan. Yeah, he'd like that too.

"You're mine, do you understand?"

He blinked, not lessening the suction on my dick. I was burning with arousal. So close.

"Are you hungry, omega? Suck my cum out of my dick."

The sound he made… Fuck. We were made for each other. How come it took me three years to get here? He doubled his efforts, drawing the cum out of me. The orgasm blinded me for a moment. When I looked down, Nico held my gaze, submissive and sweet, licking my dick like a kitten. I looked my fill, then I grabbed his upper arm and tugged.

"Get up."

He stood like a soldier waiting for his next command. His lips were red, the soft skin around them blotchy.

"You're coming home with me."

"Yes, sir."

"And you'll stay until morning."

"I will, sir. But…"

"What?"

"I'd like to get back to my son as early as possible. Please, sir."

I'd been keeping him away from his baby too much. Good thing the project was finished—no more overtime. Fuck, he deserved better. I was a tyrant of a boss, wasn't I? "What time does Benjamin wake up?"

"He's been sleeping longer lately. Around half past seven."

"You'll be at home at half past seven in the morning. I'll drive you myself."

His mouth curved into a soft smile. "You're very kind, sir. Thank you."

I was calming down. My irrational jealousy was a direct consequence of my own stupidity. I needed to make sure it wouldn't happen again, and for that, I needed to claim my Nico in every way. Next time he appeared in public with me, everyone would know he was mine.

In the car with him next to me, I was prone to think about all the things I was going to do to him when we got home. Instead, I made myself think rationally for a few minutes longer.

"Nico, we should talk."

"Of course, sir."

"You don't have to… You can call me Charles now."

"Charles."

Oh, my name on his tongue. I loved him. That was it, wasn't it? I was in love with him.

I glanced at him and caught his soft smile.

"I like calling you sir, though," he said, his meaning obvious.

"I know, but what we've done together can get problematic if we don't communicate clearly. Hurting you would be my worst nightmare. I noticed that you like certain things, but I can't take it for granted."

"Charles, it's okay. I understand."

"You can always say no to me. Always."

"And I know you'll listen," he said in all seriousness. "But everything you've done to me so far… I want more of it. I doubt I'd ever want to say no to you about anything."

At that moment, if I wasn't holding the steering wheel, I'd kneel at his feet and kiss his hands. "Your trust humbles me, Nicolas."

He remained quiet for a few heartbeats. I was starting to worry, but then he began talking.

"I know you, your values and integrity. I feel safe with you. I know you'll never do anything to put me in danger. But I also like it when you seem dangerous. It feels natural to wait for your orders and fulfill your wishes, even the humiliating ones. I never imagined it could be something I'd find arousing, but I do. It's like…when I'm powerless, a little ashamed, and at your mercy, it makes me burn on the inside."

Could he be any more perfect for me? "I'd like to fulfill your wishes too, Nico."

"Get me home to my son in the morning."

"That's your only wish?"

"I have one more."

"Whatever you want."

A beat of silence followed, and something shifted between us.

"I'd like to please you, sir." His voice had changed. We were playing a game again. "I was sorry to see you upset earlier, and I want to make it up to you. That's my wish for tonight."

"It's not easy to please me, Nico. I'm a difficult, moody man."

"I'll do what you tell me, sir."

I didn't reply. A slideshow of my most depraved fantasies played in my head as I swung the car onto my driveway.

Nico had been here before when he was running errands for me. This was the first time he'd be my guest. I should give him a tour, offer him a drink, make sweet love to him, and cook him breakfast.

But neither of us wanted that.

"Stay put," I told him when I parked.

He didn't move a muscle. I exited the car, walked around, and opened the door for him.

"Come."

He took my offered hand and got out, then waited quietly as I closed the car door, locked it, and found my house keys in my jacket pocket.

Then I placed my hand on his neck and guided him up the stairs toward my front door.

In the atrium, I paused, squeezing his neck. Nico stilled.

"Are your tits full, omega?"

A shudder went through him at the question. I could smell his arousal already.

"They're getting heavy, sir."

"So soon? How come?"

"You've sucked them so much today I'm lactating even more than before."

"I see. Don't you like it?"

"I do, sir."

"Why?"

I wanted him to speak more. Hearing my little assistant talk dirty was exhilaratingly hot.

"I like it when you play with my…tits and suck them, sir." He still struggled to say some words out loud, but he sounded even hotter because of it. "And I like that my body can make more milk for you. I hope to bring you pleasure too."

"You will bring me pleasure. More than you can imagine. Now strip."

Methodically, he took his clothes off, laying the tuxedo over an armchair. He removed his socks, then underwear, and stood in front of me naked, looking at his feet submissively. His cock was half hard, and the scent of slick with hints of milk slowly drifted through the large room.

"Upstairs, now."

A little tense, Nico walked in front of me, him in the nude, me in my tux and glossy shoes. He padded up the stairs, his pretty round ass right in front of me.

"Stop."

He paused, holding on to the railing, and looked back.

"Show me your hole. I want to see what I'm about to fuck."

With a trembling hand, Nico grabbed one ass cheek and pulled his crack open while putting one foot one step higher.

I didn't say a thing and let him stand there, showing me his most intimate parts. I wanted to see how he'd react. My Nico didn't disappoint. After a few seconds, he bent lower and exposed himself even more.

"Do you like it, sir?" he whispered and pushed, his rim loosening a little. A tiny dark opening appeared in the center of the bud. Exactly like a blooming flower.

"You have a pretty hole. I can't wait to mess it up. Now continue."

He straightened and walked up the few remaining steps.

"Left. To my bedroom."

The soft padding of his feet and my heavy steps seemed to be the only sounds in the entire world. Just me and him. My omega, naked, eager to please me.

I pushed the door to my bedroom open.

"I want you to kneel by the bed and wait."

He chose the foot of the bed, facing the room. He watched me, his chest expanding with slow breaths. His tits looked round and juicy, nipples hard. Despite his age and slender frame, he had a mature omega's chest. I liked his big nipples. They were elongated from the regular pumping and still swollen from what I'd been doing to them. Like an animal's teats.

"Massage your tits, but don't touch your nipples. I want you dripping before you nurse me."

His cheeks darkened with a flush. He cupped his chest and began kneading. His nipples seemed to harden even more, sticking out obscenely as he squeezed his pecs.

I undressed while he looked at me with devotion and meekness. He'd be my obedient fucktoy for the night, full of lust. But his eyes still seemed to guard a secret.

All we'd done so far was sex.

Was he ready to accept everything I wanted to offer him?

I stood naked in front of him, and his gaze dropped to my groin.

"Do you want my dick, omega?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are you willing to do to deserve it?"

Pearls of white were already gathering at the tips of his nipples. Saliva pooled in my mouth.

"Whatever you want, sir."

"I know how obedient you are. You've never defied me."

"You've never given me a reason, sir."

I smirked. Even naked on his knees, my omega could stand his ground. If I became unreasonable or asked him to do something he considered wrong, he'd be out of that door in seconds. He was like that at work too. Obedient, yes, but principled first and foremost.

His shoulders tensed as I walked around him. What was going on in his head?

"What if the things I want are dirty?"

"I'll obey you."

"Outrageous. Nasty. Depraved?"

"I'll do whatever you want."

He kneaded his pecs rhythmically as he followed me with his needy eyes. I craved to take him and mark him in so many ways that I didn't know where to start.

"Sir, do you still want to spank me like you said?"

I remembered that perfectly, but I wanted to see what he'd do. How far was he willing to go?

"That's something you must ask for, omega."

He let go of his pecs and knee-walked toward me. Then he turned to the side and bent over, pushing his ass out. On his hands and knees, he waited.

"Please, sir."

"Have you ever been spanked?"

"No, sir."

I knelt by his side and caressed his ass. Then I tapped the round muscle teasingly.

He stayed in position, but his breathing got louder.

"I have no reason to punish you, omega. You've never made a single mistake. This is for your enjoyment."

He let out a shuddering sigh. "Thank you, sir."

The second spank made him moan. Mindful that it was his first time getting his ass painted red, I didn't hit him hard. I gave him ten spanks, light but quick, enough to sting but not to bruise. He made surprised little yelps with every impact, holding his position.

Then I parted his ass cheeks.

Oh yes.

His hole was loose and open, drooling slick. So I added ten more, and his sounds were like a love song just for me.

I licked up the slick clinging to his rim and sucked the excess out of his hole.

"Aaah! Sir!"

I tongue-fucked him for a while, enjoying the taste. Before he could come, I stood and appraised him. He didn't move from his lowly position. His ass cheeks had a stunning pink color, and his exposed hole glistened with wetness. Then I noticed the drops of milk on the floor. His nipples were hanging low, dripping.

"Sit up. Look at the mess."

He sat on his heels and gazed at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, sir. My pecs are full. When I'm aroused, they leak."

I got onto the floor by his side, grabbed one nipple between my fingers, and tugged. Then I gave the side of his pec a little slap. A love tap. My omega's eyes widened with shock. With his mouth open, he stared at me, his pupils blown.

I tapped the other pec, making his nipple quiver.

"Oh, Charles…" Letting out a deep, guttural moan, he broke character.

"Shh. I know. You can stop me anytime."

He shook his head. "Don't stop. Please."

"You want me to spank your tits?"

His eyes wild, he nodded and bit his lip. He was stunned by his reaction to the idea, but not enough to back out.

"Say stop, and I will."

Then I cupped his cheek and gave him a sweet kiss. He chased after me when I leaned back. I placed my finger over his lips.

"If it hurts or you don't like it, just say stop . Now put your hands behind your back."

He obeyed instantly. Kneeling with his chest pushed out and cock straining, he looked delectable.

I caressed his pecs with both hands, then I shifted to the side so I could get a better angle with my right hand. With my left, I grabbed the hair at his nape, tilting his head back. The move made his nipples point higher. Then I spanked his tit downward, my hand skimming over his straining nipple.

"Oh my God!" He panted, a flush of arousal staining his chest and throat.

The other side. More. A little harder. Upward and from the side.

"Oh yesss. Aah! Aah! Aah!"

On the next spank, his left nipple sprayed a few drops of milk like a little fountain.

He arched his back, offering his pecs to me as I kept spanking them and pinching his nipples. My hands were stained with his milk, and he was all but screaming. His hard cock oozed precum and his tits… Fuck . Pink all over, nipples huge, they fucking squirted when I tapped the undersides with the right pressure.

Nico seemed delirious with passion. Absolutely stunning.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed him under his arms and dragged him toward the closet door. I arranged him on all fours in front of the mirror, kicked his legs apart, and sank inside him.

"Oh yes. Please… Aaah! Mmhmm… Aah!"

He cried out on every thrust, already hoarse.

I didn't count his orgasms. It didn't seem possible. His hole clenched on my dick, then loosened and, after a few thrusts, began clenching again. I could smell his cum.

He whimpered and sobbed, calling my name, and toward the end, he just repeated, "Thank you, sir," like a prayer.

I'd fucked his sanity out of him.

Buried inside him to the root, I grabbed his upper chest and lifted him.

"Open your eyes."

He peered in front of him, our gazes meeting in the mirror.

"Look."

With one arm around his throat and shoulder, I held him up as I thrust into him with as much power as I could. With my other hand, I grabbed his left tit and squeezed.

Nico cried out when the milk gushed out of him. His eyes flashed white before he closed them.

"Look!" I growled. I was about to come, and I wanted him to see us. "What do you see?"

"You." His eyes were watery, the look in them meek and devoted.

"Look at yourself. What do you see?"

Panting, Nico licked his lips. "Your slut," he whispered.

Oh fuck. I thrust into him, hard, making him yelp. "That's right."

"Your dirty slut," he murmured. "Your fuckhole. Aah! Sir… Oh God. Oh God!"

I squeezed his other pec, and he groaned with another completion. His hole clenched around me. His hard cock bobbed and twitched between his legs, but nothing came out of it. He was so fucked out; he had no cum left.

But the milk… He had an abundance of that.

I held him by his upper arms as I fucked into him. I aimed at the mouth of his womb single-mindedly. I had no idea where he was in his cycle, but in my deranged state, I imagined that if I fucked him hard enough, I could send him into heat and breed him. White streaks ran down his chest, creating patterns like pearls and lace. His pecs shook with the force of my thrusts, droplets flying around. Through the thin slits of his eyes, Nico looked at himself in the mirror.

Suddenly, he bowed backward, his nipples jutting out. A scream tore out of his chest. This climax was different. His entire body tensed, his hole squeezing me tight, sucking me in, and then he fell apart, shaking and sobbing.

I watched the milk. Like a fucking fountain, spraying out of his big nipples in pulses. That was when I truly lost it.

"I'll fucking breed you!"

Shuddering, he sank onto all fours, his knees sliding apart on the floor. I followed, shoving my cock into the clenching heat until I pinned him under me.

I spilled, over and over, so deep in him I thought for a second I'd speared his womb with my cockhead. My climax raged through me like a storm, and my fantasies tangled together into a delirious dream.

My omega sits on a throne of flowers, his doe eyes pinned on me, his heavy pecs oozing milk, his stomach round. He spreads his legs, holding his ass cheeks apart, and his hole opens…

The image burst into glittering fireworks.

My cock was still in heaven, tingling all over, a sweet, buzzing sensation in my dormant knot. Nico lay splayed on the hard floor, breathing harshly.

I was crushing him, dammit.

As I retreated from his body, his ass made a squelching sound. God, he was so fucked out his hole gaped. I scooped him into my arms. He clung to me weakly, his limbs loose and heavy.

One large stain remained on the floor, a blend of slick, cum, and milk. I resisted the urge to lick it like a dog.

I laid Nico onto the bed, kissed down his throat, and closed my lips around his nipple.

"Oh please, yes," he murmured softly. "Please, sir."

I let go, and he cried out, sounding desperate.

"Shh. I'll take care of you. Close your eyes, darling."

I arranged the pillows to support his back and neck. Then I took his nipple deep into my mouth and sucked hard.

A peaceful hush covered us. He weaved his fingers into my hair, petting me gently, and I drank. I switched sides often so the milk wouldn't go wasted running down his ribs and onto the bed.

He nursed me patiently until his chest emptied out. I suckled on his nipples for a while longer. They reached almost into the back of my mouth, and I loved how they transformed for me.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, I peppered his torso with kisses and gathered him into my embrace, tucking his head under my chin. He nuzzled the base of my throat.

The passion we'd shared had left me lightheaded. Mere days ago, I thought I'd only ever jerk off to the fantasy of him, and after the quick release, only guilt would remain.

And now he was here, in my arms. He'd enjoyed everything I'd given him and asked for more.

I couldn't believe my luck. I needed to make sure he'd never leave me. Could we talk now? Was it too late? In the morning, he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Nico, sweetheart, are you comfortable?" I whispered.

But he didn't reply. He was already asleep.

I lay awake, equally elated and terrified.