chapter 14

Their breaths were still heavy, skin damp with sweat, bodies pressed together in the lingering heat of their release. For a moment, neither of them moved. 

Rhonin's hands rested on Orion's thighs, thumbs brushing absentminded circles against smooth, flushed skin. It wasn't intentional. It wasn't calculated. Just instinct—the kind that came after something raw, something consuming. 

Orion didn't pull away. Not yet. Instead, he leaned in, pressing a soft, almost lazy kiss against Rhonin's jaw. Then another, trailing slowly up to the corner of his mouth, never quite reaching his lips. Just teasing. 

Rhonin exhaled, something warm and strange settling in his chest. He squeezed Orion's thighs in response, grounding himself, grounding them. The omega hummed, pleased before he finally shifted—his fingers flexing against Rhonin's shoulders as he clenched around him one last time. 

Then, with practiced ease, he lifted himself. 

Rhonin barely suppressed a groan as his cock slipped free, oversensitive and still throbbing from the intensity of it all. His hands twitched, gripping Orion's waist for half a second before letting go, watching— 

—watching as his seed spilled from Orion's slick, used entrance, dripping in thick, obscene trails down pale thighs. 

Rhonin swallowed hard, his hands fisting against his own legs. 

Orion merely tsked at the mess, unimpressed. Without missing a beat, he reached into the inner pocket of his still-pristine suit jacket and pulled out— 

A plug. 

Rhonin choked on air. 

"What the—" 

Before he could even form a coherent thought, Orion pressed the plug against his entrance and slid it in with a practiced ease, sealing everything inside. His expression remained perfectly composed, cool as ever, like he wasn't doing the single most obscene thing Rhonin had ever fucking witnessed. 

The alpha's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. 

"Seriously?" He rasped, voice rough, still wrecked from everything they'd just done. 

Orion merely smoothed his jacket, acting as if he hadn't just plugged himself up with Rhonin's cum like it was a normal part of his daily routine. 

"Of course," The omega said matter-of-factly, shifting slightly on unsteady legs. "You didn't expect me to let it go to waste, did you?" 

Rhonin just gawked at him. 

Still shaky, Orion took a slow, measured step back, his thighs clenching briefly before he bent down, reaching for his discarded pants. He pulled them up with a smooth, practiced motion, buttoning them with ease. 

Rhonin sat back in the chair, still catching his breath, still processing. 

The omega adjusted himself, straightened his cuffs, ran a hand through his dark hair. In mere moments, he looked immaculate. Like he hadn't just spent the past hour being thoroughly wrecked, like he hadn't been fucked open and filled to the brim twice in a row. 

And it was infuriating.

"You know," The alpha muttered, leaning back against the chair. "One day, I'm gonna find a way to make you lose that smug composure."

Orion didn't even blink. "Doubtful."

Rhonin's lips twitched. "We'll see."

A small, dangerous smirk flickered across Orion's face. "Is that a challenge, Valor?"

Rhonin grinned, slow and sharp. "More like a guarantee."

Orion let out a soft huff of amusement but didn't engage further. Instead, he straightened his suit, glanced at the door, and—

"Oh, no you fucking don't." Rhonin stood up fast, reaching for his wrist before Orion could bolt. "You don't get to just walk out after that without giving me some goddamn explanation."

Orion arched a brow, completely unfazed by Rhonin's grip. "Explanation?"

"Yes, explanation." Rhonin tightened his hold slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to hold him there. "Like why the fuck you called me here instead of booking a session through Eden."

Orion studied him, dark eyes flicking between his hand and his face. Then, slowly, he leaned in—not close enough to kiss but close enough that Rhonin could feel his breath against his lips.

"Would you have refused me if I had?"

Rhonin scowled. "That's not the point."

Orion smirked. "It's exactly the point."

Rhonin exhaled sharply, gritting his teeth. Fucking hell, this omega knew exactly what he was doing.

"You are a goddamn menace," Rhonin muttered.

Orion tilted his head, like he was considering that. "And yet, you keep answering when I call."

Rhonin opened his mouth—then shut it.

Fuck. He hated that he didn't have a comeback for that.

The worst part? Orion knew it.

The omega pulled his wrist free effortlessly, stepping back. "I'll be in touch."

And with that, he turned, completely composed and walked toward the door.

Rhonin just stood there, half-naked, still reeling, still trying to process how the fuck Orion had just flipped the entire situation back into his control.

This man was going to fucking ruin him.

Orion reached for the door handle, then—just as Rhonin thought he was about to leave—paused.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with something Rhonin couldn't quite place.

And then—

"Try not to miss me too much."

Rhonin blinked.

Then he laughed. A sharp, disbelieving sound. "You are so full of yourself."

Orion smirked. "Only because I can afford to be."

And with that, he slipped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Rhonin exhaled hard, slumping back into the chair.

Holy shit.

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Rhonin exited the meeting room, running a hand through his completely fucked-up hair, still trying to process what the hell just happened. 

Orion was gone. The scent of sex and slick was still lingering everywhere. His body still ached in the best—and worst—ways. 

And now? Now he had to somehow act normal after absolutely wrecking a billionaire CEO over a goddamn meeting table. 

"Fuck me," He muttered under his breath. 

With a deep inhale (that he immediately regretted because, fuck, he still smelled like sex), Rhonin adjusted his hoodie, straightened his jeans, and started walking. 

Just had to make it to the end. Just had to— 

"Dude." 

Rhonin froze. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" 

Kane's voice rang out from down the hall, sharp and way too fucking loud. 

Rhonin slowly turned, already exhausted, already regretting his entire existence. 

Kane was striding toward him, eyebrows raised, arms crossed, looking both irritated and way too interested at the same time. 

"You disappeared after the seminar, man," Kane said, stopping right in front of him, eyes scanning him up and down. "One second, you're pretending not to exist, the next? Poof. Gone. Where the fuck did you—" 

He froze. 

Then, like a goddamn bloodhound, Kane leaned in and sniffed. 

Rhonin's stomach dropped. 

Kane's eyes went wide. "Dude." 

Rhonin immediately stepped back. "Nu-uh." 

"Duuuuuuude." Kane fucking grinned. "No fucking way. Is that—? Bro. You smell like you just fucked. Like, hard." 

Rhonin clenched his jaw, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. "I don't." 

Kane sniffed again. "You do." 

"I don't." 

"You do." Kane smirked, arms crossed, nodding like he'd just cracked a fucking case. "Is that what you've been doing this whole time? You disappeared and went off to fuck some lucky-ass omega? That's wild, bro." 

Rhonin clenched his teeth. "Shut up." 

Kane laughed, full and obnoxious. "Oh my god. You did! You totally fucking did!" He pointed dramatically at Rhonin. "You left a mandatory seminar to go fuck. Holy shit. My fucking hero." 

"Keep your voice down, you shithead," Rhonin hissed, gripping Kane's shoulder and dragging him toward a quieter part of the hall. "Jesus." 

Kane just cackled, letting himself be pulled along, looking like he was having the time of his life. 

Rhonin sighed hard, running a hand down his face. "Dude." 

"Dude," Kane echoed, wiggling his brows. "Who was it?" 

"None of your fucking business." 

"Bro." Kane looked personally offended. "You cannot just drop this and not tell me. Was it a random omega? Someone from campus? No, wait—" He gasped dramatically. "Did you fuck a professor?" 

Rhonin groaned. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

"So many things," Kane said easily. "But don't change the subject. Who was it? Come on, I'm your best friend. Your wingman. Your life coach." 

"You're my problem," Rhonin corrected, deadpan. 

Kane just grinned. "So?" 

Rhonin exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm, trying to not let anything show on his face. 

Because if Kane found out that he had just spent the last hour absolutely wrecking his client, Argent, Orion Veltis, CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, over a goddamn meeting table outside Eden? 

Kane would never fucking let it go. 

Never. 

So, instead, Rhonin shrugged, playing it off. "No one special." 

Kane narrowed his eyes. "Bullshit." 

"Believe what you want." 

Kane squinted harder, scrutinizing him, gears turning in that chaotic fucking brain of his. 

Then, suddenly— 

"Wait a fucking second." 

Rhonin stiffened. "What?" 

Kane's gaze dropped to Rhonin's collar. 

And Rhonin knew. 

Fuck. 

"Holy shit," Kane whispered, eyes practically sparkling. "Is that a fucking bite mark?" 

Rhonin yanked his hoodie up so fast he nearly choked himself. "No, it's not." 

Kane wheezed. "You got fucking marked? Bro, what the hell kind of fucking was this?!" 

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Rhonin hissed, scanning for escape routes. 

Kane wiped a fake tear from his eye, shaking his head. "My boy's out here breeding omegas so good they're leaving marks. I'm so proud." 

Rhonin scowled. "I hate you." 

Kane grinned, clapping a hand on Rhonin's shoulder. "Love you too, buddy." 

Rhonin groaned. "I need a fucking drink." 

"Correction," Kane said, linking arms with him and dragging him toward the campus café. "You need to tell me everything over drinks." 

Rhonin was so fucking doomed.