Chapter 108: Contract Knotting - 4

Julian carried me straight towards the master suite. He pushed open the heavy double doors with just his shoulder and stepped inside.

The room was vast, centered around an enormous king-sized bed wrapped in dark, heavy silk sheets. The moment he stepped over the threshold, the dense, intoxicating smell of his cedar and leather hit my senses twice as hard - this was his primary den, the absolute core of his Alpha territory.

He tossed me onto the middle of the mattress, the soft silk cool against my bare, slick-smeared thighs.

Before I could even scramble backward, Julian was on the bed, crawling over me like a giant predator, pinning my wrists on either side of my head with a single broad hand. His knees slotted heavily between my parted legs, trapping my hips flat against the mattress.

"You’re not going anywhere, Liam," Julian growled, his dark eyes fixed on my face as his free hand traced a slow, possessive line down my throat, lingering right over my pulse point. "This bed is where you belong."

"Julian... please," I whimpered, my chest heaving as my Omega instincts - battered and exposed - began to react wildly to being trapped in his nest. "You already took me twice... I’m exhausted..."

"I don’t care," Julian rasped into my skin, his lips dragging down my jaw to sink his teeth into the junction where my neck met my shoulder.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the bite sent a jolt of pure, white-hot sensation straight down into my groin. My slick instantly gushed out, soaking through my black trousers, my core aching for his cock all over again despite the raw fatigue in my muscles.

Julian let out a low, satisfied purr against my collarbone, feeling my body surrender beneath him.

He released my wrists and quickly stripped off his tailored shirt and trousers, tossing them onto the floor. His bare, heavily muscled chest pressed flat against mine, his hot skin burning through my grey sweater.

Without breaking eye contact, he unzipped my trousers, pulling them down along with my torn underwear and tossing them off the edge of the bed.

"Look at how wet you are for me," Julian growled, his thick, nine-inch shaft already throbbing hard, dragging the flared, wet tip straight up through my heavy slick, coating his length in my sweetness. "Your mouth keeps fighting, but your body is begging to be bred."

"I’m not... ah!" I cried out, my head snapping back into the pillows as he aligned himself and shoved his broad head straight into my stretched, un-patched entrance.

He didn’t rush the thrust this time. Slowly, deliberately, Julian buried his entire length inch by agonizing inch into my tight core, filling me so completely that my hips lifted off the bed to welcome him.

"AH...! Julian!" A long, broken moan escaped my lips, my hands flying up to clutch at his broad, bare back, my nails digging deep into his muscle.

"That’s it," Julian purred, his hips beginning to drive in a deep, rolling rhythm that ground his pelvic bone against my sensitive clitoral node with every single stroke. "Take all of it. Let my scent sink into your skin until you can’t even remember what your artificial Beta life felt like."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The heavy, wet sound of his hips crashing against mine echoed through the master bedroom. It wasn’t the cold, punitive pounding on his office desk; this was possessive, relentless breeding, designed to break down the last remnants of my pride and plant his claim deep in my instincts.

Every time he drew back, my walls clung desperately to his girth, practically begging him to drive back in.

I couldn’t stop my hips from rolling up to meet his thrusts, my moans turning needy, shameless, and completely uninhibited.

"You like being filled by your Alpha, don’t you?" Julian rasped, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in exact rhythm with his lower body.

"Yes... mmgh... Julian, yes!" I sobbed against his lips, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist, locking him flush against my sore, dripping core.

His pace quickened, turning wild and frantic as the heavy cedar scent in the room reached a suffocating peak. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me hard onto his shaft as his base began to expand rapidly inside me.

"I’m going to fill you until you’re spilling over!" Julian roared, slamming himself flush against my ass as his thick knot expanded to its absolute maximum, locking us together in the center of his silk sheets.

A violent, shattering climax ripped through my body, my core contracting wildly around his swollen knot as my untouched dick spurted thick ropes of white cum across my own chest and his stomach.

Julian groaned loud and long into my neck, his knot throbbing hard as he pumped wave after wave of his hot, heavy Alpha seed deep into my womb, flooding me completely.

I collapsed against the pillows, my brain completely wiped clean by the sheer intensity of the climax.

Julian didn’t pull away when the knot locked us. He collapsed over me, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his broad arms wrapping tightly around my waist, holding me pinned securely against his body in the middle of his nest as his seed settled deep inside me.

When I opened my eyes, the high-rise windows were framed by the deep, violet hues of evening over the city.

The heavy, suffocating weight of Julian’s Alpha scent had settled into something warm, deep, and thick throughout the master suite.

He was still lying beside me, his broad arm heavy over my waist, pulling my bare back flush against his broad, warm chest.

The silk sheets beneath us were messy and damp, thoroughly soaked with our dried slick, cum, and scent.

I tried to shift forward just an inch to relieve the dull ache in my thighs, but the moment I moved, Julian’s grip tightened instantly, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulled me back hard into his groin.

"Don’t move," Julian growled into my hair, his voice rough and raspy from sleep.

His nine-inch shaft, lying thick and half-hard against the crease of my buttocks, gave a heavy, involuntary twitch against my skin.

"Julian... it’s evening," I murmured, my voice raspy and devoid of any real bite. My pride felt completely eroded, replaced by a quiet, heavy docility that made my body crave the warmth of his chest. "You have a firm to run."

"My firm runs fine without me for one night," Julian rasped, his lips dragging slowly over my neck, stopping right over my exposed, throbbing scent gland.

He took a deep, greedy breath, inhaling his own cedar scent mixed intimately with my sweet Omega fragrance.

"Tomorrow night is the Venture Capital Gala at the Grand Plaza."

My heart gave a sudden, sharp thud against my ribs.

"The gala? Vance, I’m your technical lead, not a public date. The whole tech board will be there - my former investors, my old development team..."

"You are my partner," Julian commanded softly, his hand sliding down my stomach, his broad palm coming to rest flat over my lower belly, pressing right over where his seed was still resting inside my core.

"And every single Alpha in that ballroom is going to know exactly who you belong to before the night is over."

"I don’t have clothes for a formal gala," I protested quietly, though my hips involuntarily tilted back into his touch as his thumb began tracing lazy, possessive circles over my skin.

"A tailor was here two hours ago while you were sleeping," Julian purred, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my throat.

"Your suit is hanging in the closet. Bespoke charcoal silk. Cut to show off every inch of the waist I’ve been holding onto all day."

He flipped me onto my back in one smooth, effortless motion, straddling my thighs and looking down at me with those cold, possessive grey eyes.

"You’re going to stand by my side in front of every major tech executive in the city," Julian growled, his hand sliding down between my thighs, his long fingers parting my swollen folds to slide two slick-coated fingers straight inside my aching entrance.

"You’re going to wear my scent, you’re going to hold my arm, and if any Alpha so much as looks at you too long..."

He shoved his fingers deep, striking my prostate with a sharp, deliberate thrust that made my back arch high off the mattress.

"AH...! Julian!" I gasped, my fingers knotting into the silk sheets as a fresh wave of slick gushed out over his knuckles.

"...I’m going to take you right there in the VIP lounge and remind them whose debt you’re paying off," Julian finished, his eyes blazing with a dark, territorial promise as he unbuckled his belt once more, ready to fill me for the night.