chapter 12

Rhonin was balls-deep in Orion Veltis, fucking him over a meeting table and he had absolutely no fucking idea how they got here. 

His hands were gripping slim, toned hips, his cock buried deep in tight, wet heat and the scent of omega arousal thick in the air. 

Orion—or Argent as he was known at Eden—was bent over the table, cheek pressed against the smooth surface, pants nowhere to be found which Rhonin guessed on the floor and the sharp dress shirt pushed up just enough to expose the most gorgeous ass Rhonin had ever seen. 

And fuck, he was taking it so well. 

"Harder," Orion demanded, voice breathless but still so fucking in control. 

Rhonin groaned, snapping his hips forward, driving into that heat, feeling Orion tighten around him. 

"Fuck—" 

Orion let out a sharp exhale, gripping the edge of the table, taking everything Rhonin gave him like he was built for it. 

And all Rhonin could think was— 

How the fuck did this happen?

_

Thirty Minutes Ago… 

The seminar had ended. Rhonin had planned to bolt the fuck out of there and avoid Orion at all costs. 

But then— 

His phone buzzed. 

Eden: Your client Argent has personally requested your service. Location provided. 

Rhonin had blinked at the email. 

The fuck?

That was already weird as hell—Rhonin thought that the clients usually booked through Eden's system, not through direct requests. 

But then he clicked the location. 

And when he saw where Orion had personally requested their next session… 

Rhonin had almost fucking choked. 

Because the pinned location wasn't Eden. 

It was inside this very building. 

He had stared at the location on his phone, completely fucking baffled. 

A private meeting room? In this building? 

This had to be a mistake. Right? 

And yet, here he was, walking straight toward the location like a dumbass. 

When he reached the door, he hesitated for exactly two seconds before pushing it open. 

Inside stood Orion Veltis—composed, pristine, his suit sharp, his expression unreadable. 

Like he hadn't spent two days being bred and then publicly pretending Rhonin didn't exist. 

Rhonin exhaled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You called?" 

Orion's sharp dark eyes flicked to him. 

"I require your service." 

Rhonin blinked. "No shit." 

Orion arched a brow. "You sound surprised." 

"I mean, yeah?" Rhonin huffed a laugh, stepping further inside. "You dropped ten grand on me and acted like I was invisible at that seminar. Now you're calling me back? In a fucking meeting room?" 

Orion was completely unbothered. "My needs are my own. Eden allows private requests. I used the system as intended." 

Rhonin folded his arms, eyeing the omega carefully. "You in heat again?" 

"No." 

Rhonin frowned. "Then why—" 

"Do I need to be in heat to fuck you?" Orion asked, calm and smooth as if he were asking for a coffee order.

Rhonin stuttered.

"I—w-what—" 

Orion took a slow step forward. 

"You performed well last time," He murmured, his eyes glinted with something dangerous. "I want it again." 

Rhonin swallowed. Hard. 

Orion moved closer. 

"Are you refusing a client, Valor?" 

Rhonin's fingers twitched. 

Every part of his body screamed at him to back away, to say no, to not get involved with this ice-cold, dangerously powerful omega outside of work. 

And yet— 

The next thing he knew, Orion was pressed against him, breath warm against his neck, voice low. 

"Don't waste my time." 

The alpha's restraint snapped like a fucking twig. 

_

Rhonin had pressed himself against Orion's back, draping his body over the omega as he fucked him deep into the meeting table. 

His mouth moved on instinct, lips dragging against pale skin, kissing down the elegant line of Orion's side neck, tasting sweat and heat. 

Orion let out a soft, breathless moan—but his voice was still sharp. 

"Don't leave marks," He ordered between gasps. 

Rhonin groaned in frustration, pulling back slightly. "You're killing me, man." 

Orion huffed—before letting out a shaky gasp when Rhonin snapped his hips forward, pushing deeper, harder. 

"Ah—" Orion gritted out, fingers tightening against the smooth surface of the table. 

Rhonin grinned against his skin. "What happened to all that control, huh?" 

Orion turned his head slightly, glancing back at him with half-lidded dark eyes with arousal, unreadable as ever. 

And then, without warning— 

He pulled Rhonin down by the collar and kissed him. 

Rhonin's entire body seized. 

Not just a brush of lips. Not just a tease. 

A real, deep, consuming kiss. 

Orion's mouth was hot, demanding, taking what he wanted like he always did—but it was still a fucking kiss. 

Rhonin barely had time to process it before his instincts took over. 

He groaned into it, kissing Orion back fiercely, their tongues brushing, heat coiling between them. 

And fuck, that did something to him. 

Because the second their lips met, Rhonin's body snapped forward, thrusting harder, faster, chasing that heat, drowning in it. 

Orion moaned into his mouth—quiet, breathless, but completely lost in the moment. 

Rhonin's fingers tightened on his hips, holding him still as he fucked him relentlessly, swallowing every sound Orion made. 

Oh, fuck. 

He was so fucked.

Their kiss was messy, desperate, too much and not enough. Orion's lips were soft but demanding, biting at Rhonin's lower lip, taking what he wanted without hesitation. 

And Rhonin gave it to him. Every thrust, every inch, every ounce of control he had left. 

The sharp sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with ragged breaths and muffled moans. 

Rhonin could feel it—the tight grip of Orion's body around him, slick and perfect, pulling him deeper, milking him. 

"Fuck—" Rhonin groaned, his forehead pressing against Orion's shoulder as he pounded into him, chasing that high. "You feel so fucking good—" 

Orion let out a shaky, breathless moan, gripping the edge of the table, his body tightening around Rhonin's cock. 

"More—Valor, I want more—" Orion demanded, his voice breaking slightly at the end. 

Rhonin obeyed. 

He snapped his hips forward, pushing as deep as possible. 

"Shit—" Orion's breath hitched sharply. His body clenched hard around Rhonin, muscles tensing, his climax hitting fast and brutal. 

Rhonin felt it—the way Orion's slick flooded around him, the way his entire body trembled as he came, moaning through gritted teeth. 

The sensation tipped Rhonin over the edge as his own orgasm crashed through him. 

"Fuck, fuck—" Rhonin groaned, burying himself deep, spilling inside, filling Orion to the brim. 

Orion let out one last shaky breath, his body milking every drop from Rhonin as he came down from his high. 

They stayed like that—panting, pressed together, stuck in the heat of it all. 

Rhonin's arms wrapped around Orion's waist, holding him up as they both tried to catch their breath. 

Slowly—so fucking slowly—Orion turned his head, tilting just enough to glance at Rhonin over his shoulder. 

Dark eyes. Cool. Sharp. Still unreadable. 

Then, in the softest, breathless voice— 

"Efficient as always." 

Rhonin let out a weak, disbelieving laugh. "You're fucking impossible." 

Orion just hummed.