chapter 13

Rhonin barely had time to catch his fucking breath. 

His cock still inside Orion, their bodies still pressed together, skin slick with sweat, breaths uneven. 

He should've been fucking done. 

But then Orion—relentless, insatiable, absolutely fucking dangerously gorgeous—shifted against him, rolling his hips just slightly, testing, teasing. 

Rhonin groaned, gripping the omega's waist. "You can't be serious." 

Orion turned his head, expression perfectly composed, like he wasn't currently stuffed full of Rhonin's cock. "You've already forgotten your job, Valor?" 

Rhonin's stomach tightened. "You're not even in heat." 

"And?" Orion adjusted himself, pulling away from Rhonin's cock and the table, turning smoothly as he pushed the alpha on the chair. 

Rhonin gritted his teeth, gripping the chair's armrests as Orion settled onto him as their bodies connected once again, slick and heat pressing tight around him. 

Orion's lips curled into the faintest smirk. "Good. You're still hard." 

"You think?" Rhonin growled, his fingers digging into Orion's thighs. 

Orion rolled his hips again, a slow teasing grind, dragging slick warmth over every sensitive inch of Rhonin's cock. 

Rhonin let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the chair. "Fuck—" 

Orion leaned forward, his mouth brushing against Rhonin's ear. "I'm not done with you yet." 

Then, with one slow, deliberate motion, he started to move.

Rhonin groaned, gripping Orion's thighs as the omega moved above him, rolling his hips in slow, calculated motions. 

The chair creaked beneath them, the obscene sounds of slick and skin filling the empty meeting room. 

Orion was breathtaking like this—half-lidded eyes, dark hair slightly disheveled, pale skin flushed, his chest rising and falling in steady, controlled breaths. 

The alpha couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut. 

"Fuck—look at you," He rasped, his hands sliding up Orion's thighs, thumbs pressing into soft skin. "So fucking gorgeous, riding me like you own me." 

Orion's rhythm faltered—just for a second. 

Then, smoothly, he recovered, tilting his head slightly. "You talk too much." 

Rhonin smirked, thrusting up into him just enough to make him gasp. "Yeah? You want me to shut up?" 

Orion exhaled sharply, fingers tightening against Rhonin's shoulders. "That would be preferable." 

Rhonin chuckled, leaning up slightly, his breath warm against Orion's jaw. "Then stop making me want to fucking worship you." 

Orion's lips parted slightly. 

Not a response. Not a retort. 

Just the smallest, unguarded reaction. 

And Rhonin caught it. 

"Ohh," He murmured, grinning like a wolf with fresh prey. "You like that, don't you?" 

Orion's eyes narrowed. "Focus, Valor." 

Rhonin smirked, gripping Orion's hips, thrusting up just enough to make the omega's breath hitch. 

"I am," He said, voice thick with heat. "And fuck, I love watching you like this—taking me so fucking well, looking like you were made for it." 

Orion let out a sharp exhale, back arching slightly as he moved faster, riding Rhonin in smooth, precise movements. 

He felt it. 

The way Orion's nails dug into his shoulders. 

The way his thighs tensed with every filthy word leaving Rhonin's mouth. 

The way his breath stuttered, just slightly, when Rhonin praised him. 

"Fucking perfect," Rhonin groaned, gripping Orion tighter, guiding his movements. "Bet you love this, don't you? Riding me like you own me. Taking every inch like it's yours." 

Orion's lips parted, a soft, shaky breath escaping— 

Then, suddenly— 

His hand clamped over Rhonin's mouth. 

Rhonin's eyes widened slightly. 

Orion leaned in, voice smooth but slightly breathless. 

"I said, you talk too much." 

Rhonin grinned against Orion's palm, his cock twitching inside him.

He continues to let Orion take control, letting the omega ride him at his own pace, moving with the kind of precision that came naturally to someone who never lost control. 

But fuck—Rhonin wanted to ruin that. 

His hands slid up Orion's sides, slipping under that crisp, pristine dress shirt, fingertips meeting warm, smooth skin. 

Orion exhaled sharply, his grip on Rhonin's mouth loosening just slightly. 

Rhonin took the fucking opening. 

"You know, I didn't expect my client to be the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company," He murmured, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. "I mean, I knew Eden catered to high-profile clients, but damn, Argent—" 

Orion's nails dug into his shoulders, his movements stuttering for half a second. 

The alpha grinned. Gotcha. 

"Makes me wonder," He continued, rolling his hips up, fucking into him just deep enough to make the omega shudder. "Is this how you handle business deals too? Fucking your problems out on a conference table?" 

Orion's eyes snapped down to meet his, cool and sharp despite the heat of their movements. 

Suddenly— 

He slammed his hips down harder, taking Rhonin so deep the alpha let out a strangled, wrecked groan. 

Rhonin's fingers dug into Orion's waist, head falling back against the chair. "Shit—!"

Then, without warning— 

His fingers tangled into Rhonin's hair, yanking his head back in a sharp, possessive pull. 

Rhonin barely had a second to react before Orion crashed their mouths together, kissing him rough and deep, silencing him completely. 

The omega's lips were hot, demanding, claiming. His teeth scraped against Rhonin's lower lip before biting down, just enough to sting. 

Rhonin groaned into the kiss, his grip tightening, his cock throbbing inside Orion as the omega fucked him harder, faster. 

As if that wasn't enough— 

Orion dragged his lips down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Rhonin's throat before sinking his teeth in—not a full bond mark but enough to leave a deep, visible claim on the alpha's skin. 

Rhonin's body jerked, pleasure shooting straight through him. 

"God, Argent—" 

Orion pulled back just slightly, eyes dark and hooded. 

"Talk less," He murmured, his tongue flicking over the fresh mark. 

Rhonin shuddered. 

"You're gonna fucking kill me," He rasped. 

The omega smirked—and slammed himself down again, taking Rhonin as deep as possible. 

He saw white. 

And Orion was done playing. 

Rhonin could feel it—the shift, the hunger, the pure, single-minded focus as Orion used him for his own pleasure. 

The omega moved with precision, started to riding him in slow, deep grinds before switching to fast, sharp bounces, taking him all the way down each time. 

Rhonin's fingers clenched around his waist, nails digging into smooth skin as he let Orion chase exactly what he needed. 

"Fuck—" Rhonin groaned, his cock throbbing, so deep inside that every movement made him see stars. 

Orion was relentless, flawless in his control, using Rhonin's body like it was made for him. 

And maybe it fucking was. 

The omega's breath hitched again, thighs tightening, movements growing sharper, more erratic. 

He was close. 

Rhonin felt it in the way Orion's body clenched around him.

"That's it," Rhonin rasped, guiding his movements now, slamming up into him with deep, perfect thrusts. "Take it. Fucking take it." 

Orion let out a shaky moan, head tilting back, body trembling— 

Then he came, sharp and sudden, his entire body tightening as his orgasm crashed through him. 

Rhonin groaned at the sensation, at the way Orion clenched around him, milking him, dragging him right over the edge. 

"Argent—!" Rhonin buried himself deep as he came hard, spilling inside once again.

Orion let out a slow, shuddering exhale, body shaking slightly as he pressed his forehead against Rhonin's. 

Neither of them moved. 

Just caught their breath, the air still thick between them, bodies locked together.

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author's note: these last two chapters are just pure smut, yes?🤠