Chapter 49: Knotted by my corporate rival -4

Kael turned and braced both palms against the cool surface. Silas crowded in behind him, one hand reaching around to open Kael’s trousers with quick, efficient fingers. He shoved the fabric down just enough, then pushed Kael’s underwear out of the way. Cool air touched wet skin. Kael’s cock sprang free, hard and leaking.

Silas’s hand wrapped around him and stroked once, tight and slow. "Already this hard in a public hallway. What would those reporters think if they knew the cold heir was dripping for his husband five minutes after the cameras stopped?"

Kael’s hips jerked. "Fuck. Silas..."

"Quiet." Silas’s other hand slid down the cleft of Kael’s ass, two fingers finding his hole and pushing in without preamble. Kael was soft and open from the constant low heat. The stretch pulled a low sound from his throat. Silas worked the fingers deep, curling them against the spot that made Kael’s knees weaken.

"This is what you needed," Silas murmured against his neck. "Someone who already knows what you are and still wants every filthy part of it. You’re going to come on my fingers right here where anyone could walk by. Then you’re going to walk back into that ballroom with my scent all over you and pretend you’re still the untouchable one."

Kael’s forehead dropped against the wall. He fucked himself back onto Silas’s fingers while the hand on his cock stroked faster. The dual sensation built fast and mean. Slick ran down his thighs. His hole clenched greedily around the thick fingers.

"Come," Silas ordered. "Now."

Kael came hard, cock pulsing in Silas’s fist, hole fluttering and spilling more wetness over the Alpha’s hand. Silas worked him through it until Kael was shaking and oversensitive, then pulled his fingers free and brought them to Kael’s mouth.

"Clean them."

Kael opened without thinking. He tasted himself on Silas’s skin, salty-sweet, while Silas watched with dark, satisfied eyes.

Silas tucked him back into his trousers with careful hands, smoothed the fabric, and stepped back just enough to let Kael breathe.

"We’re going back in," Silas said. "You stay at my side the rest of the night. No more answering questions alone. And when we get home, you’re going to spread for me properly. I want to take my time with that hole now that I know exactly how sweet it is."

Kael’s voice was wrecked. "You’re enjoying this too much."

Silas’s smile was sharp. "I’ve waited years for you to crack, Kael. I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you open."

He offered his arm like a perfect gentleman.

Kael took it because the alternative was falling.

They walked back into the ballroom together. Kael’s body still hummed, hole still soft and used, the faint sweet edge of his true scent lingering under the blockers for anyone close enough to notice.

Silas said nothing about it to anyone else.

But the look he gave Kael across the next glass of champagne promised he would not forget.

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Kael woke to the heavy weight of Silas’s scent all over the sheets and all over him.

He was naked. The blanket had been pulled down to his hips sometime in the night. Morning light cut across the bed. Silas’s side was empty, but a dark shirt lay folded on Kael’s pillow, still warm with Alpha scent. Another piece of clothing, soft sleep pants, had been draped over Kael’s bare thigh like a claim.

Kael’s cock was already hard against his stomach. His hole felt soft and open, a slow trickle of slick wetting the sheets beneath him. The heat had not faded overnight. If anything, sleeping in Silas’s bed had fed it.

The bathroom door opened. Silas walked out in low-slung sweatpants and nothing else, hair damp, chest bare. He looked at Kael stretched out on the bed and smiled like he had planned exactly this picture.

"Morning," Silas said. "You stayed put. Good."

Kael pushed the scented shirt off his pillow. "You left your clothes on me."

"I did." Silas came to the side of the bed and sat. He picked the shirt up again and pressed it back against Kael’s chest, rubbing the fabric slowly over his skin. "You’re going to smell like me all day. Every time you move, every time someone gets close, they’re going to know you’re already taken."

Kael’s breath hitched. The scent was thick and rich and it went straight to his cock. Another pulse of slick escaped him. "You’re doing this on purpose."

"Yes." Silas’s hand slid the shirt lower, over Kael’s stomach, then lower still until the soft fabric brushed the head of his cock. "I want your body to stop fighting. I want you dripping for me before breakfast. Open your legs."

Kael’s voice came out rough. "You’re an asshole."

"Open them."

Kael let his knees fall apart. Cool air touched the wetness between his thighs. Silas’s eyes dropped and stayed there, dark with satisfaction.

"Look at that," Silas murmured. "Already shiny for me. Did you dream about my fingers? About my cock?"

Kael’s hips shifted. "Yes."

Silas tossed the shirt aside and leaned down. He dragged his tongue up the inside of Kael’s thigh, tasting the slick there, then higher. He did not take Kael’s cock into his mouth. He licked a slow stripe over Kael’s hole instead, flat and deliberate.

Kael’s back arched. A broken sound left his throat.

Silas did it again, slower, then pushed his tongue inside. The wet heat of it made Kael’s hands fist in the sheets. Silas fucked him with his tongue in deep, filthy strokes, one hand pinning Kael’s hip down so he could not squirm away.

"Silas...fuck..."

Silas pulled back just enough to speak against the sensitive skin. "You’re going to spend the day wearing my scent. My shirt under your jacket. My marks on your thighs if I decide to leave them. And every time your hole clenches around nothing, you’re going to remember this."

He pushed two fingers in beside his tongue, stretching Kael open while he licked around the rim. Kael’s cock leaked steadily onto his stomach. The dual sensation built fast. His thighs trembled.

Silas lifted his head. His mouth was wet with Kael’s slick. "Come on my tongue. Then you’re going to thank me for taking care of you."

Kael came with a choked cry, cock pulsing untouched, hole clamping down on Silas’s fingers and tongue. Slick spilled out of him in a fresh rush. Silas worked him through it until Kael was shaking and oversensitive, then sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thank me," Silas said.

Kael’s voice was wrecked. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For eating me out like you own me."

Silas’s smile was sharp and pleased. "I do own you. Contract or not. Now get up. Shower. You’re wearing my shirt today under your clothes. I want to smell myself on you when I walk into the office later."

Kael sat up slowly. His hole still fluttered, empty and used. "You’re surrounding me on purpose. The clothes. The scent. Everything."

"Yes." Silas stood and cupped Kael’s jaw, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. "I’m drawing it out of you. The real you. The one that wants to submit and get fucked and stop pretending he’s only an Alpha’s rival. You’re already halfway there. By the time your heat hits, you won’t be able to hide from me at all."

Kael’s cock twitched at the words even though he had just come. "And if I keep fighting?"

Silas leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting of Kael’s own slick. When he pulled back his voice was quiet and certain.

"Then I’ll keep surrounding you until you break beautifully. Now shower. We leave in forty minutes. And Kael? No more heavy suppressants. I threw the rest out this morning. From now on you take what I give you, or nothing."

Kael stared at him. "You had no right."

"I have every right. You’re my husband. Your body is already choosing me. Stop poisoning it."

Silas walked out of the bedroom, leaving Kael naked and wet and hard again on the tangled sheets that smelled only of them.

Kael pressed his face into the scented shirt still lying beside him and breathed in deep.

His hole clenched around nothing.

The day had only just started, and he was already losing.