Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Dario

By the time Alessio and I go to our room, he's exhausted. His pregnancy is new, but it seems to already be draining him. I'm so excited that he's officially mine. He wears my bite and my ring.

Despite my excitement, I know I have to restrain my lust tonight. Never mind the fact that I've been hard since I saw him enter the room for the wedding ceremony. But Alessio isn't fully healed yet, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt him.

Once we're in our room, we strip down to our underwear. We get into our bed, wearing only our boxers, and we move together. I wasn't sure how Alessio would behave tonight, but he's receptive to me. He puts his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. He fits perfectly into the curve of my body. Holding him is beautiful torture. I can't keep my hands off of him, even though I know I can't climb on top of him and fuck him like I want. There are other things we could do, but I want to be inside him. It's been too long.

Alessio raises his arm, and the little diamonds in his wedding band glitter in the dim room. "We're actually married, Dario."

I smile. "Yep. It's official."

"This is so weird."

"It is," I agree. "But it feels right."

"Surprisingly, it does." He kisses my shoulder, inhaling deeply. "I love your smell."

"Do you?" I rub my hand up his spine, dick throbbing. I close my eyes, telling myself to be good. My pulse races as I try to calm down the instinct to take my omega. When Alessio slips his hand down my chest, over my abdomen, to cup my junk, my eyes fly open.

"Don't do that, Alessio," I rumble.

"It's been so long since we fucked," he whispers, sitting up on his elbow. He continues to gently stroke my already hard cock.

I smell his slick. The pungent scent has every hair on my body prickling. My teeth and nails ache, just like that first night outside the bar. The sensations are primal and overwhelming. I feel like an animal, needing to feed or fuck. Maybe both. I groan as he squeezes my shaft.

"Alessio," I growl, sweat breaking out on my face. "Stop it. I won't be able to control myself."

"We can be careful," he says softly, peeling his boxers off.

I give a sort of needy whimper as he then tugs my boxers off of me. My dick is thick and straight, lying on my abdomen. "I don't want to hurt you," I say gruffly. "I can wait."

"I don't want to wait." His tone is borderline snooty. "This is our wedding night. I want to fuck."

"But, I'm worried I might injure you."

"I'm willing to risk it."

"Alessio, I―"

"Shhh." He slowly climbs on top of me, and he lays down on my chest. "You're my alpha. My husband." He shivers. "I need you inside me."

"Alessio, I won't be able to stop if you get me started."

"I know. That's what I'm counting on." He takes my mouth in a greedy, slow kiss. He sucks on my tongue and rubs his body over mine, teasing and tempting me. I grip his back, sliding down to cup his firm ass. His excitement grows and he spreads his thighs slowly, resting his legs on the outside of mine.

"You're sure about this?" I whisper.

"Yes. This position is perfect," he says. "My abdomen is fine like this."

"God, I need to fuck you bad," I mutter, rocking my hips. My cock slides between his ass cheeks, and he moans.

He reaches back and guides the head of my dick to his slick hole. I can't fight the surge of need that roars through me. I push inside his tight heat, and he hisses his approval. I strain into him, slowly thrusting and giving into my lust. Sex was never this good with anyone else. Alessio's body is made for my cock.

He moans and grips my shoulders, his body rubbing against mine with every thrust. His cock is hard against my stomach, and his lips part with excitement. Every inch of my body buzzes with need as I fuck my omega. He's finally really mine. Body and soul. I see it in his eyes. The joy he's feeling as I take his body fills me with ecstasy. I certainly never thought our tumultuous adventures together would end this way―with him as my husband.

He cups my face, staring into my eyes as I fuck him. "Yeah," he whispers. "Oh, God, Dario. I need you."

I rumble my approval and thrust harder. I'm not going to last. I never do with Alessio. It's been too long since I was inside him, and I'm too excited at the prospect that he belongs to me. Forever. He's mine for life. We're going to have a baby together. We're going to build a life together. The snobby little omega who turned down my drink is now my mine.

"You're mine," I say softly. "Forever."

"Yes." He nods. "Yes."

His insides are so tight and warm. I love his noises and the way he completely gives himself over to me when we fuck. I can feel he's close to coming, just like I am. He stares into my eyes, pupils blown with lust. He fucking loves my dick plunging inside his hot little hole. He digs his nails into my shoulders, lips parted.

"Oh, f… fuck. I'm c… coming," he whimpers and then his body goes rigid.

He shudders and cries out, and his hot release spills against my stomach. I watch pure pleasure wash over his handsome face, and I fuck him deep and slow through his climax. Then I'm coming too. Unable to hold back the orgasm roaring through me. I claim his mouth as I finish inside him.

Once we've quieted down, I hold him. He sighs as my knot forms inside him. He's already pregnant, so there's no purpose to knot him other than sheer erotic pleasure. He moans and trembles as my knot stretches inside him. I stroke his back, also groaning at the delicious sensation of my knot filling him. When at long last the knot subsides, I clean up my stomach and his, and we fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I wake up with the most amazing sense of contentment. Alessio still sleeps beside me and I watch him. I study his delicate cheekbones, and the fullness of his mouth. I hope our baby takes after him in the looks department. He's exquisite. His features are like a work of art.

Eventually, I decide I should get up and get ready for the day. I'm brushing my teeth when Alessio stumbles into the bathroom. Without a word, he goes into the little bathroom cubicle and uses the facilities. When he comes out he washes his hands, giving me a shy smile. Timidity isn't something I'm used to seeing in Alessio.

"Morning," I say, my voice still gruff from sleep.

"Good morning." He winces. "Sorry I jumped your bones last night."

I pause brushing my teeth and spit into the sink. When I straighten, I say, "You're sorry? Why? Did I hurt you?" He's wearing a T-shirt over his boxers, so I can't see his stiches.

He grimaces. "No. I'm fine. I just mean, maybe you weren't in the mood. I kind of forced the issue."

I laugh. "You're kidding right? I had a flagpole in my pants the entire ceremony and reception. If you think I was forced into sex, you're insane. I loved it." I go back to brushing my teeth.

"Okay. Good." He grabs his toothbrush and he begins to brush his teeth too.

I rinse and spit into the sink. "I wasn't sure if I'd like having someone in my bed," I say, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "It was nice though. Cuddling with you during the night was cozy."

"I wasn't sure if I'd like it either, but I did." He smiles. "You don't snore. I thought you might."

I smile and turn on the shower. As the room fills with steam, I'm struck by how naturally we fall into a morning routine. I shower while he shaves. Then he showers while I shave. We move around each other as if we've always done this dance. I do stop to kiss him once or twice, and he responds nicely.

I'm grateful there's no regret in his eyes about being married to me. I couldn't help but worry there might be. But he seems content. We truly have reached a new point in our relationship. We're finally on the same page. Neither of us wants to fight the fact that we're fated to be together. We're both embracing it, it seems.

I'm tying my tie, as he towels off. He wraps the towel around his hips and leans in to examine his face in the mirror. "Does my face look fat? Puffy?"

"No. You don't look the least bit fat or puffy."

"Hmmm." He peers at himself in the mirror. "Something is different."

"Maybe it's that your look of hatred for me is gone." I smirk, smoothing my hands down the front of my shirt. "When you're not glaring at me, you look younger."

"Very funny."

I laugh at the dirty look he sends me. "Marie said you were glowing yesterday at the wedding. I noticed it too. Maybe that's what you're seeing." I don't bother adding that beneath that glow, is a hint of fatigue.

"I don't think I'm glowing." He sighs, turning sideways and studying his body. "I think I look pale and pudgy." His hands drift almost distractedly to his stomach. He's not showing yet. But he's probably only a month along so that isn't surprising. He frowns at himself more in the mirror and I have to wonder what is going on in his head.

"Any morning sickness?" I ask.

"Not yet." He leans toward the mirror. "God, I have lines under my eyes. I feel like I've aged ten years the last few weeks. I don't have any of my skincare here."

"You use skincare?" I laugh. "Are you one of those vain omegas?"

He scowls. "I'm not vain. But I see nothing wrong with taking care of my skin."

I grimace, realizing I've insulted him. I move to stand behind him, slipping my arms around him. "You have beautiful skin." I kiss the nape of his neck and he shivers. "Everything about you is beautiful. Honestly, you're the most attractive omega I've ever laid eyes on. I thought that the night we met."

"Yeah?" He smiles.

I nod and then scowl. "But then you turned down my drink, which annoyed me greatly."

"It annoyed you but it also drew you in." He smirks, giving me a glimpse of the old Alessio. "I knew it would. Alphas are so damn prideful."

"Hey." I frown. "Don't be mean to me. I'm being nice."

"Sorry." He grimaces and turns in my arms. "But you must admit, alphas don't like being turned down for anything."

"Who does?"

"True." He moves into the main area of the bedroom.

I follow, watching him as he dresses. I like watching him. His movements are graceful as he steps into his jeans, and slips on his shirt. He runs his hands through his damp blond hair, and notices me watching him. "Is something wrong?" he asks.

"No. I was just admiring you."

He sighs. "Enjoy this version of me while you can. Soon I'll be fat and lumbering around like an elephant."

"I think you'll be just as attractive fully pregnant."

"I doubt it." He wrinkles his brow. "Sorry. I'm feeling sorry for myself this morning. I… I didn't expect to get pregnant this young. I don't feel ready."

Guilt nudges me. "I know. But what's done is done."

He nods. "Yes." He glances down at his stomach. "I'm stuck now."

My guilt intensifies at his disgruntled tone and expression. I force myself to say, "You don't have to have the baby, Alessio." Naturally, I want him to have the child, but it seems only right to give him the option not to. After all, this entire relationship was thrust upon both of us; just because we're both accepting of it now doesn't mean he should be forced to have a kid if he's not ready.

He widens his eyes in obvious surprise. "You'd be okay with that?"

"Of course. You're young. There's plenty of time for us to still have kids if you don't want this baby." I'll be disappointed if he wants to abort this baby, but I understand his side of things. Part of being a good alpha is listening to what your omega needs. This is all new to me, but I'm trying my best to do that for him.

He drops his gaze, a line between his light brows. "I'm not for sure saying I don't want the baby."

I'm happy to hear him say that. "Well, I'll leave that decision up to you." I move to the closet and I slip on my shoes. I feel him watching me, but I don't engage with him.

"Would you be mad if I didn't have the baby?" he asks quietly.

"No." I slip into my suit jacket.

"You sure?" he sounds suspicious.

I meet his gaze. "Alessio, I'm giving you the power here because it's the right thing to do. Do I want you to have the baby? Yes. I won't lie. You already know I want to have an heir. But I also understand if you're not ready, and I won't be mad at you, okay? It's a big decision and it should be yours to make."

Some tension leaves his face. "Okay," he says softly.

I glance at my watch. "I need to get going. I have a meeting with the capos today."

"Uh, right." He rubs the back of his neck. "I have stuff to do too."

I hesitate. "I'm sorry we didn't get a honeymoon. Valentino wasn't thrilled about the idea of me taking off with the merger happening."

"It's fine." He turns his back on me. "I understand why he'd need you here."

He's saying all the right things, but I sense some underlying disappointment. I move to him and turn him around to look at me. "Are you upset we didn't go away just the two of us?"

He lifts one shoulder. "I mean, it would have been nice, but it's not like this is a real marriage."

I frown. "It is real. To me, it's very real."

He grimaces. "Even though you were forced into it?"

I touch his cheek. "It might have started out like that, Alessio, but I'm happy to be your husband."

His cheeks are pink as he says, "I'm happy too."

I study him. "You know what, I'm going to tell Valentino we're taking two days for ourselves. We deserve that, right?"

He perks up. "We do. I mean, if you want that."

I nod. "It would be good for us. The only time we've really spent alone was running for our lives. It might be nice to relax together without the fear of Carlo coming to murder us."

He laughs, looking much happier. "You really want that with me?"

"I do." I hesitate. "I'll talk to Valentino today."

"Okay." He stands on his toes and he kisses me. It's a warm, happy little kiss that curls my toes.

Once the kiss ends, I move toward the door. "See you later tonight."

"Okay." He adds, "Oh, and whatever you do, please don't book us a cabin in the mountains. I don't care if I never see another pine tree in my lifetime."

"Tropical paradise it is." I chuckle and leave the room.