Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega Chapter 201: Testing discipline

Rafael rose from the bath, the water streaming from his body in rivulets that caught the low light.

Despite the soreness he complained about, he moved gracefully, turning and landing squarely on Gregoris’ lap.

Gregoris let out a slow, quiet breath, his body responding even as his mind seed to hold its ground. He rested his forehead against Rafael’s shoulder, a gesture of both surrender and exhaustion. He couldn’t refuse his mate, and the scheming oga knew.

The scent of heat, sweet and intoxicating, rose from the oga’s skin. One hand ca up to trace the mark he had left years ago on Rafael’s nape, his fingers familiar against the sensitive skin. He could feel a faint tremor in Rafael’s limbs, a result of exertion and pure desire.

"You are in heat." Gregoris huffed and nuzzled his head further into Rafael’s hollow of neck. "That’s why you are so set on provoking ."

A low chuckle vibrated against Gregoris’s cheek, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. Rafael didn’t deny it. Why would he?

"And?" Rafael purred, arching his neck to allow Gregoris easier access, a clear invitation. "Are you complaining?" He shifted again, a deliberate, grinding roll of his hips intended to shatter Gregoris’s last semblance of control. "You knew what I was when you married ."

Gregoris humd softly; Rafael’s heat was a drug that clouded his judgnt and reduced his desire into a single, driving need. He knew the ga Rafael was playing. The oga desired to be pushed, overwheld, and taken with a force that bordered on violence.

The slender man in his arms liked to push Gregoris’s buttons, especially in heat.

"I’m not complaining," Gregoris rasped, his voice a low warning. He nipped at the sensitive skin of Rafael’s neck, just shy of the mating mark. "I’m stating a fact."

He tightened his grip on Rafael’s hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh with bruising force. The ssage was clear: the ga had ended, and Rafael had won.

"Then stop talking," Rafael demanded, his voice breathy with anticipation. "And start proving it."

Gregoris stood up with a smooth, powerful motion, lifting Rafael as if he weighed nothing. He carried him from the bathroom into their bedroom, the water dripping from their bodies on the floor.

Rafael expected to feel the sun-ward sheets of the bed, but Gregoris pushed him against the bedroom’s cool, smooth wall, Rafael’s back eting the solid surface with a soft gasp.

Gregoris’ hands were firm on Rafael’s waist, holding him steady for a mont before he moved with a fluid, powerful ease. He hooked his arms under Rafael’s thighs, lifting him higher. Rafael’s breath hitched in a sharp, audible gasp.

"Gregoris—"

The na was a choked-off moan as his feet left the floor, and instinctively, he hooked his legs over Gregoris’s shoulders, opening himself completely.

"Is this what you wanted?" Gregoris’s voice was a low, rough growl against his inner thigh, the sound vibrating through Rafael’s entire body. His hands shifted, gripping the underside of Rafael’s thighs to keep him securely in place, pinning him against the wall.

Rafael could only whimper in response, his hands tangling in the short damp hair at Gregoris’s nape. The alpha’s head dipped, his hot breath ghosting over Rafael’s butthole like he was inspecting it and then licked it.

A guttural groan was ripped from Gregoris’s chest as he tasted his mate, and Rafael cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pure pleasure. Gregoris claid him with his tongue, a hot, possessive sweep that had Rafael arching against the wall.

"Oh, gods... yes!" Rafael gasped, his head falling back to thud softly against the plaster. "Don’t you dare stop."

Gregoris ate him out with a focused, consuming intensity, his mouth and tongue moving in a rhythm that was both punishing and completely pleasurable. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of his mouth, Rafael’s breathless moans and whimpers, and the low, possessive growls that rumbled continuously from Gregoris’s chest.

"Please," Rafael begged, his voice breaking. "Gregoris, please..."

"Please what, hmmm?" Gregoris asked with his mouth over Rafael’s balls, making him gasp.

The vibration of Gregoris’s deep voice against the sensitive skin was enough to make Rafael’s entire body jolt. A sharp, broken cry escaped his lips, and his legs reflexively tightened around his mate’s shoulders.

"Ah! Gods, Gregoris—" Rafael’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling just enough to make a point. "You know what," he panted, his voice thin and desperate. "Don’t make say it."

A low, predatory chuckle was his only answer before Gregoris’s mouth returned to its task. The slick, wet sounds beca louder and more insistent as Gregoris devoured Rafael’s hole, his tongue trusting inside and slick dripping down his chin and chest.

Rafael’s pleas dissolved into a string of incoherent whimpers and gasps. He was trapped, held immobile by the wall at his back and the iron grip on his thighs, completely at the rcy of the alpha’s mouth. He wanted and loved it so much, but he won’t admit it while sober.

The heat coiled in his stomach, a tight, desperate knot of pleasure that grew tighter with each stroke of Gregoris’s tongue.

"Gregoris," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I can’t... I’m going to..."

"Then do it," Gregoris commanded, his voice a harsh, guttural rasp against Rafael’s skin. He punctuated the order with a hard, deliberate suck that finally shattered Rafael’s control.

Rafael scread his na as his orgasm tore through him, his body convulsing in the alpha’s firm hold. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him limp and panting, his head lolling back against the wall. Gregoris didn’t stop, drawing out every last tremor until Rafael was a boneless, quivering ss in his arms.

Only then did Gregoris pull back, his chest heaving, his mouth glistening. He looked up at his mate, his silver eyes burning with a possessive fire that was far from sated.

"A dry orgasm?" He chuckled while his gaze was on Rafael’s hardened cock.

Gregoris lowered Rafael from his shoulders, but the oga’s feet never touched the floor. Gregoris spun Rafael around and pressed him face-first against the wall in a display of effortless strength that sent a new jolt of arousal through his sated body. The cool plaster was a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of his skin.

"Gregoris," Rafael breathed, trying to push back, to gain so semblance of control, but it was useless.

Gregoris’s hand flattened between Rafael’s shoulder blades, pinning him in place, while the other gripped his hip, holding him at the perfect angle. The ssage was clear: Rafael had provoked the hound, and now the hound would take what he wanted.

"Did you think I was done?" Gregoris’s voice was a low rumble against his ear, his breath hot and damp. "Did you think one orgasm was enough to satisfy after your little performance?"

Rafael could only shake his head, his cheek pressed against the wall. He could feel the thick, hard length of Gregoris’s cock pressing against his ass, pulsing with need. He was still slick and open from the alpha’s mouth, his body humming with a desperate need that had only been temporarily relieved.

"Please," he whispered, the word a plea for more, for everything.

Gregoris didn’t make him wait. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Rafael cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound that was swallowed by the wall and ward around the room. The stretch was a burning pleasure that consud him entirely.

Gregoris set a rough rhythm from the start, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocked Rafael’s entire body.

Gregoris’s hands held him in a bruising grip, controlling every movent, every thrust. Rafael was completely at his rcy, his body nothing more than a vessel for Gregoris’s pleasure. The slick, rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Rafael’s breathless moans and Gregoris’ low, guttural grunts.

"You wanted this," Gregoris growled, his teeth nipping at Rafael’s shoulder. "You wanted to be taken. To be reminded who you belong to."

"Yours," Rafael gasped, his scent raising into the room. "I’m yours."

Gregoris drove into Rafael harder, faster, his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, stretching Rafael even further.

"Gregoris!" Rafael cried out, his body tensing as the knot locked them together. "I’m... I’m..."

"Co for ," Gregoris ordered, his voice a raw, commanding snarl. "Now."

Rafael’s orgasm crashed over him, a blinding wave of pleasure that stole his breath, cum staining the wall in front of him. His body convulsed around the alpha’s knot, milking him as Gregoris followed him over the edge with a deep moan.

They stayed locked together, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks, their breath mingling in the charged air.

Gregoris rested his forehead against Rafael’s back, his breathing uneven and his hands still gripping Rafael’s hips. "You are a nace."

A weak, breathless laugh was Rafael’s only reply. He felt boneless, completely spent, and pinned in place by the knot that still held them together. He shifted slightly, testing, and was rewarded with a low groan from Gregoris as the movent sent a jolt of pleasure through them both.

"And you," Rafael murmured, his voice muffled by the wall, "are entirely too easy. A little provocation and you forget all your precious discipline."

Gregoris’s hands tightened on his hips, a silent, possessive rebuttal. "My discipline is what kept from taking you in the hall in front of everyone." His voice was still rough, a gravelly rumble that vibrated through Rafael’s back. "You should be grateful."

Rafael humd, a smug sound of satisfaction. "Maybe I wanted it."

"For fuck’s sake, Rafael."