Chapter 80: Knotted by my ex’s Alpha Father -3

The side room was smaller than the main hall and quieter. One lamp in the corner threw low light across a long table and two leather chairs. Dorian closed the door and turned the lock without comment. He shrugged out of the jacket and laid it over the back of a chair, wet cuff facing up.

Kai stayed near the table. His pulse sat high in his throat.

Dorian looked at him. "You followed me in here. Talk."

"I wanted to meet you."

"Most people who want to meet me send an email through an assistant. They do not spill drinks and invent excuses."

Kai kept his hands at his sides. "An email would not have gotten me this room."

Dorian’s mouth shifted slightly. Not a smile. "You are direct. That is new." He stepped closer. The heavier alpha scent rolled over Kai in a slow wave. "You also smell like someone I know. Faint, but it is there. My son’s cologne. Or what is left of it on your skin."

Kai did not look away. "I used to live with him."

"Used to."

"He left three days ago."

Dorian studied his face. "And you decided the next logical step was to find his father at a private gala."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Kai let the silence sit for a second. Then he answered honestly enough to be useful.

"Because I want to be handled by a real man. And maybe because I want to see him jealous."

Dorian’s eyes darkened. He closed the last of the distance between them. One hand came up and caught Kai’s jaw, thumb pressing under the hinge so that Kai had to tilt his head back. The angle exposed the line of his throat.

"You are offering yourself."

"I am standing here."

Dorian leaned in and scented him properly. His nose against the side of Kai’s neck, slow inhale that made Kai’s knees threaten to give. The older alpha’s free hand settled at Kai’s waist, fingers spreading wide.

"Pre-heat," Dorian said against his skin. "You timed the suppressants. Smart. Dangerous, but smart."

Kai’s voice came out lower. "I wanted you to notice."

"I noticed." Dorian’s teeth grazed the tendon in his neck. Not a bite yet. Just pressure. "You smell sweet under the control. And you smell like you already know what it feels like to be fucked and left empty."

Kai’s breath hitched. "I do."

Dorian pulled back enough to look at him. "Take the shirt off."

Kai obeyed. Buttons first, then the fabric sliding from his shoulders. He dropped it on the table. Cool air touched his skin. Dorian’s gaze moved over his chest, his stomach, the faint bruises that still lingered on his hips from three nights ago.

"Turn around. Hands on the table."

Kai turned. He placed both palms flat on the polished wood and waited. Dorian stepped in behind him. One large hand slid around his waist and down the front of his trousers, cupping him through the cloth. Kai was already hard. Slick had started to gather the moment the door locked.

Dorian’s mouth returned to his neck. This time the teeth sank in. Not deep enough to break skin, but hard enough to mark.

Kai made a sound he could not swallow. Dorian held the bite while his hand worked open the front of Kai’s trousers and pushed them down far enough to free his cock and expose the wet heat between his legs.

"Already dripping," Dorian murmured against the bite mark. "You came in here wet for me."

"Yes."

Two fingers slid between Kai’s thighs, gathering slick, then pushed inside him without warning. The stretch pulled a broken noise from Kai’s throat. Dorian worked the fingers deep, curling them until he found the spot that made Kai’s arms shake.

"Why my son first?" Dorian asked, voice still calm while his fingers moved. "Youvdidnt know of his reputation?"

Kai struggled to form words. "He said the right things at the beginning. Then he got bored."

"And you think I will not get bored."

"I think you take what you want and you keep it until you decide otherwise."

Dorian added a third finger. The burn made Kai push back onto the hand. Slick ran down Dorian’s wrist. The wet sounds filled the small room.

"You want to be kept," Dorian said. "Or you want to be used until you cannot think."

"Both."

Dorian’s other hand wrapped around Kai’s cock and stroked in the same rhythm as the fingers inside him. The dual pressure pulled Kai up onto his toes. His head dropped forward between his arms.

"Look at me."

Kai turned his head. Dorian’s eyes were black with intent. The older alpha leaned in and kissed him once, hard, all teeth and control, while his fingers kept thrusting. Kai opened for it. He tasted whiskey and something darker.

When Dorian pulled back he spoke against Kai’s mouth. "You are going to come on my hand. Then you are going to tell me exactly what you thought would happen when you walked into that hall looking for me."

Kai’s voice was wrecked. "I thought you might want me. I thought you might take me apart in a room like this. I thought about your hands and your mouth and how different you would feel from him."

"Different how?"

"Stronger. Meaner. Like you would not stop just because I shook."

Dorian’s fingers curled hard against the sensitive place inside him. The hand on his cock tightened and sped up. "Come."

Kai did. The orgasm hit in sharp waves that locked his thighs and forced a long, broken sound out of him.

He spilled over Dorian’s fist and onto the edge of the table. His body clenched around the fingers still buried deep, pulsing and wet.

Dorian worked him through every second of it, never slowing until Kai was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did the fingers withdraw. Dorian wiped them once across Kai’s stomach, spreading the slick there, then brought the same hand to Kai’s mouth.

"Clean it."

Kai licked his own taste from the older alpha’s fingers without being told twice. He kept his eyes on Dorian’s the entire time.

Dorian watched him finish, then stepped back. He fixed his own cuffs while Kai stayed bent over the table, trousers around his thighs, come and slick cooling on his skin.

"Pull your clothes up."

Kai did. His hands were not steady. The bite on his neck throbbed in time with his pulse. He could feel how open he still was, how empty.

Dorian picked up the damp jacket and draped it over his arm. "You will come to my penthouse tomorrow night. Eight. The address will be sent to the number you used to get on the guest list. Do not be late. Do not wear anything you care about."

Kai swallowed. "You are not going to fuck me tonight."

"No. Tonight I wanted to see if you would take what I gave and still ask for more." Dorian’s gaze dropped once more to the mark on Kai’s throat. "You did. Tomorrow I will decide how much further I feel like going."

He unlocked the door and held it open. The sound of the party drifted in.

Kai stepped past him into the hallway. His legs felt loose. Every step reminded him of the fingers that had been inside him and the orgasm that had left him aching for a knot that never came.

Dorian’s voice followed him, quiet and final. "Do not contact my son. If he asks where you were tonight, tell him nothing. I will handle my own house."

Kai nodded once without turning around. He walked back toward the main hall with the taste of his own slick still on his tongue and the clear imprint of Dorian’s teeth on his neck.

The night air outside the venue felt cold against the heat still sitting under his skin. He touched the bite mark with two fingers and pressed until it stung.

Tomorrow. Eight o’clock.

He already knew he would be there early.