Chapter 50: Knotted by my corporate rival -5

Kael made it to mid-morning before his body turned on him.

The office was too bright. The air felt thin. Every time someone walked past his desk he caught another trace of Silas’s scent clinging to the shirt he had been ordered to wear underneath his own. The constant exposure had burned through whatever was left of the old suppressants. His skin felt hot and too tight. Sweat gathered at the base of his spine. His cock stayed half-hard no matter how still he sat, and his hole kept clenching around nothing, soft and wet and aching.

He tried to focus on the quarterly projections on his screen. The numbers blurred.

A low cramp rolled through his lower belly. Then another, sharper. Slick spilled out of him in a sudden rush, soaking through his underwear and into his trousers. Kael gripped the edge of the desk and breathed through his teeth.

"Fuck."

His assistant knocked and opened the door. "Mr. Kael, the eleven o’clock—"

She stopped. Her eyes widened. Even through the blockers that were failing by the second, the sweet edge of Omega scent was starting to rise. Kael saw the exact moment she registered it.

"Get out," he said, voice rough.

She backed away fast and closed the door.

Kael stood. His knees nearly gave. The heat was no longer a low simmer. It was climbing hard, mixed with the sick rebound from years of chemical suppression. His vision swam. Another cramp hit and more slick ran down the inside of his thighs. His cock was fully hard now, straining against the wet fabric.

He reached for his phone to call for a car. The door opened again before he could dial.

Silas walked in like he owned the floor. He took one look at Kael braced against the desk, flushed and shaking, and his expression went dark and focused.

"Everyone out of the hallway," Silas said over his shoulder. His voice carried. "Now."

Kael heard the scramble of feet. Then Silas shut the door and crossed the room in four long strides.

"You’re crashing," Silas said. He cupped Kael’s face, thumbs brushing sweat from his temples. "I told you the heavy ones were poisoning you. Your body’s rejecting them."

Kael’s voice came out thin. "I feel like I’m dying."

"You’re not. You’re coming offline the only way your body knows how." Silas’s hand slid down Kael’s chest, over his stomach, then lower. He pressed his palm against the hard line of Kael’s cock through the soaked trousers. "And you’re dripping while you do it. Look at you. Falling apart in your own office."

Kael’s hips jerked into the touch. "Don’t. The staff—"

"Can already smell you." Silas’s mouth brushed his ear. "Sweet. Open. Mine. I’m taking you home."

"I can walk."

"You can’t."

Silas bent and lifted him in one smooth motion. Kael’s arms went around his neck on instinct. The sudden shift made more slick spill out of him. He buried his face against Silas’s throat and breathed in pure Alpha scent because it was the only thing that made the cramps ease even a little.

Silas carried him out of the office.

The open-plan floor went silent. Every head turned. Kael’s face burned, but his cock throbbed harder against Silas’s chest. The public claiming should have felt like defeat. Instead it fed the heat until he was shaking with it.

Silas didn’t slow down. He walked straight to the private elevator, still holding Kael like he weighed nothing. The moment the doors closed Silas’s voice dropped.

"You’re soaked through. I can feel it on my arm. How long have you been leaking at your desk?"

"Since I got here," Kael admitted against his neck. "Your shirt. Your scent. It’s all I can smell."

Silas’s arms tightened. "Good. That’s what I wanted."

The elevator opened into the underground garage. Silas put Kael in the passenger seat of the black car, then climbed in after him instead of going to the driver’s side. He pulled Kael across the console until Kael was straddling his lap in the closed, private space.

"Trousers open," Silas ordered. "Now."

Kael’s hands shook as he undid the belt and zipper. Silas shoved the fabric down just far enough, then pushed Kael’s underwear aside. His fingers slid through the mess of slick and pushed two inside without warning. Kael cried out and clenched around them.

"Fuck. You’re burning up." Silas worked the fingers deep, curling them. "This is what happens when you stop poisoning yourself and let an Alpha close. Your body knows what it needs."

Kael rocked down onto the fingers, chasing the stretch. "I need more."

"I know." Silas freed his own cock with his other hand. He was hard and thick, the head already wet. He pulled his fingers free, lined up, and guided Kael down onto him in one slow, relentless slide.

Kael’s mouth fell open. The stretch was intense, perfect, exactly what the heat had been screaming for. He sank down until Silas was buried to the hilt and the cramps finally eased under the pressure of being filled.

Silas’s hands gripped his hips. "Ride me. Take what you need. The whole building just watched me carry you out like my Omega. Now show me you understand what that means."

Kael braced his hands on Silas’s shoulders and moved. He lifted and dropped, taking the thick cock deep every time. Slick made the slide filthy and easy. The wet sounds filled the car. Silas thrust up to meet him, hard and steady, eyes locked on Kael’s face.

"That’s it," Silas murmured. "Use me. Get yourself off on your husband’s cock while you’re still shaking from the crash. You’re not going back to those pills. From now on when you need this, you come to me."

Kael’s rhythm turned desperate. The heat was cresting fast. "I’m close—"

"Come on me. Clench down and let everyone who saw us know exactly who you belong to now."

Kael came with a broken moan, hole pulsing tight around Silas’s cock, his own cock spilling between their bodies without being touched. Silas fucked him through it, then followed with a low growl, burying himself deep and flooding Kael’s hole with heat.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Kael’s forehead dropped to Silas’s shoulder. The sick edge of the crash had faded under the force of the orgasm and the thick cock still inside him.

Silas stroked a hand up his spine. "I’m taking you home. You’re staying in bed the rest of the day. My bed. My scent. No more fighting the crash. Let it finish."

Kael’s voice was quiet and wrecked. "You carried me out in front of everyone."

"I did." Silas kissed the side of his neck, then bit gently. "And I will do it again every time your body needs me. You’re mine to take care of now. Get used to being claimed in public, Kael. Because I’m nowhere near done showing them."

He lifted Kael off his cock slowly. Slick and come spilled out onto Silas’s thighs. Neither of them moved to clean it up right away.

Silas started the car and pulled out of the garage with one hand still resting possessively on Kael’s thigh.

Kael leaned back against the seat, hole still twitching and full, the sweet scent of his own heat finally rising free without the last of the suppressants to choke it.

The crash had started.

And Silas had already decided how it would end.

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Kael woke in the middle of the afternoon with Silas’s body heat at his back and the Alpha’s arm locked around his waist.

The worst of the crash had eased. His skin no longer felt like it was trying to burn itself off. The constant low ache between his legs remained, soft and wet and needy, but the sick rebound from the suppressants had finally broken. He was clean, naked, and surrounded by Silas’s scent on every inch of the sheets.

Silas’s voice came quiet against the back of his neck. "You’re awake."

"How long was I out?"

"Four hours. You slept through me cleaning you up and putting you back in bed. You kept reaching for me even unconscious."

Kael stared at the far wall. The memory of the office, the public carrying, the desperate fuck in the car, all of it sat heavy in his chest. "You planned this."

Silas’s arm tightened. "Yes."

Kael turned in the circle of his arms until they were face to face. Silas looked calm. Certain. No smugness left, only something heavier.

"How long have you known?" Kael asked.

"That you’re an Omega?" Silas’s hand slid up Kael’s spine, slow and possessive. "Seven years. The first time we stood in the same elevator after a board meeting. Your blockers slipped for half a second. I caught it. Sweet. Soft. Completely at odds with the cold face you showed everyone else. I’ve known ever since."

Kael’s stomach dropped. "And you never said anything."

"You would have run. Or doubled the suppressants until they killed you. Your family already treated you like a tool. I watched them push you harder every year. I decided the only way to get you out was to make them need me more than they needed to keep controlling you."

Kael’s voice came out rough. "The merger. The marriage clause. All of it."

"All of it." Silas’s thumb brushed the corner of Kael’s mouth. "I spent years building the pressure until your board had no other choice. Then I put the marriage in the contract so you would have to stand beside me instead of drowning under them. I wanted you out of that house. Out of those pills. In my bed where I could finally take care of what they spent years trying to erase."

Kael’s cock stirred against Silas’s thigh. The honesty should have made him angry. Instead it fed the heat still simmering under his skin. "You could have told me."

"You weren’t ready to hear it." Silas leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep. When he pulled back his eyes were dark. "You are now. You’re in my bed, off the poison, leaking for me every time I touch you. So I’m telling you the truth. I orchestrated every piece of this to get you here. To get you safe. To get you mine."

Kael’s breath shook. "And if I still want to hate you for it?"

"Then hate me while I fuck you." Silas rolled them until Kael was on his back and Silas’s weight settled between his open thighs. "Hate me while I fill the hole that’s been empty for years. Hate me while I make you come so hard you forget every reason you ever tried to stay away."

Kael’s legs wrapped around Silas’s hips without permission. "You’re still an asshole."

"I know." Silas reached down, stroked two fingers through the slick already gathering between Kael’s cheeks, then pushed them inside. "But I’m your asshole now. And I’m done letting you hide."

He worked the fingers deep, curling them until Kael’s back arched. Kael’s cock was fully hard between them, leaking onto his own stomach. Silas pulled his fingers free, lined up his cock, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.

Kael cried out. The stretch was perfect, thick and claiming. Silas bottomed out and stayed there, buried deep, giving Kael no room to escape the feeling.

"Look at me," Silas said.

Kael opened his eyes.

Silas started to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside him. "I knew what you were the whole time we were rivals. Every time you undercut a deal I wanted to drag you into the nearest empty room and remind you who you belonged under. Every time you looked at me with that cold expression I wanted to see it break while you came on my cock."

Kael’s hands gripped Silas’s shoulders. "Then why wait?"

"Because you would have fought me until it destroyed you." Silas thrust harder, the wet sound of their bodies filling the quiet room. "I needed you desperate enough to stop running. Now you are. So take it. Take every inch and admit you wanted this as much as I did."

Kael’s voice broke on a moan. "I did. Fuck. I did."

Silas’s rhythm turned relentless. He hooked one of Kael’s legs higher and drove deeper. "Say it again."

"I wanted you," Kael gasped. "Even when I hated you. Even when I was choking myself with suppressants. I still got hard thinking about you finding out and taking what you wanted."

Silas growled and fucked him harder. "Then come for me. Come on the cock of the man who spent seven years planning how to get you into his bed. Show me it was worth every move."

Kael came with a sharp cry, hole clamping down around Silas’s cock, his own cock spilling between their bodies. Silas followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Kael’s hole with heat.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Silas’s forehead rested against Kael’s. His voice came quiet and raw.

"I’m not letting you go back to them. Not to the pills. Not to the cold little cage they built for you. You’re here. With me. And I’m going to keep you."

Kael’s fingers curled against the back of Silas’s neck. The hostility that had lived between them for years felt thinner now, cracked open by the truth and the thick cock still softening inside him.

"You’re still a calculating bastard," Kael said.

Silas smiled against his mouth. "And you’re still the Omega I’ve wanted since the first second I caught your real scent. Get used to both."

He kissed Kael again, slower this time, while his hips gave a lazy roll that made fresh slick and come spill out around his cock.

The mask was gone.

And Kael could no longer pretend he wanted it back.