"Fuck me, fuck me, c'mon," the man under Alex screamed in pleasure as he pounded him into the mattress, the whole bed shaking with the force of Alex's thrusts."Shut up," Alex ordered, placing his hand on the man's neck, making him face the mattress, and muffling his babbling.The man he was currently fucking obeyed Alex's commanding tone and took every brutal, pleasurable thrust of Alex's hips."Slut," Alex groaned, feeling himself close to his orgasm.The man he was currently fucking was beautiful, his skin tan, his body slim but muscular and strong, his hair dark, but he wasn't winning. In fact, Alex couldn't remember his name.Win had entered Alex's mind in such a way that he just couldn't forget him since he saw him that night.A now Alex had dedicated the last nights of life to fuck any man he saw who reminded him of Win, neither of them were nearly as good as the original, though.Thrusting a couple of times, Alex came shuddering. When he felt the other man tightening around hi
The next day, he was knocking at Win door. It was late at night, and according to the information he had, Win finished his work at 6 p.m., so he should be home.After a few seconds, Alex heard the door open. There he was, Win, looking as beautiful as the first time he saw him. He looked so sexy dressed in tight clothes; he was still wearing makeup, but it was a little smeared; his hair was messy; and he was breathing heavily.Alex frowned, and his expression hardened, jealousy consuming his body."Am I interrupting something, Win?" he growled."Leave," Win whispered, looking like he had been caught doing something wrong. He looked inside his loft with concern."Is someone with you?" he asked again. Win tried to close the door on his face, but Alex was quicker and blocked it with his hand."It's none of your business, Alexa," Win said, still fighting to close the door, but it was no use; Alex was stronger."Win, who is it?" a voice asked from inside the loft. Seconds later, a man joine
Win sighed and relaxed when he heard Alex closing the door of his loft, leaving his place. He was conflicted, to say the least. On one hand, he was about to go on a date with Alex, the head of the Mafia, the most powerful and dangerous man in all of the city. Alex was not a good person; he knew that. Alex killed, tortured, and broke the law, probably on a daily basis. He was ruthless and cold; he intimidated people, as he witnessed mere minutes ago, when the poor boy, man?... Win didn't remember his name, but with just a couple of words, Alex made the poor man run away, scared, in just his underwear. But... On the other hand, Win had never connected with someone like he had with Alex. All week he tried to forget about him—about his mouth against him, his strong hands on his waist, his dominant touch on his body. Win had wanted to see him again, to get to know him, but when he found out he slept with Alex, he panicked and ran away. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit a tw
"Sir, sir!" Win moaned instantly, obeying Alex's wish. "Sir, please, lick my slutty asshole; don't you see how much I want you?" Win asked, clenching his hole again, knowing it would get him what he was craving for."Fuck," Alex grunted. "Yes, beautiful, I'll eat your ass, and I'll prepare you for the good pounding you are about to receive.""Yes! Lick me!" Win yelled in pleasure when he felt Alex's tongue licking his crack from top to bottom before slowly starting to fuck his tongue in and out of Win's ass."Suck a sexy ass," Alex grumbled, gasping for air. He took each of Win's cheeks and pulled them apart, making as much room as possible for his tongue."Open, sir, yes." Win gasped when he felt Alex's hot tongue licking his insides, his strong hands massing his ass as he groaned in pleasure. He felt Alex tongue speeding up. Alex devoured his posterior as if it were the most delectable object he had ever encountered."Feel so good," he said breathlessly, his hands fisting the sheets
"Fuck," Alex cursed when Win closed the door on his face and started to run away. He wasn't going to stand there like the first time. This time, he was going to get Win and try to explain himself.Quickly, he opened the door and started to run to the front door, praying Win was still inside the mansion and not running away like a crazy man on the streets of the city in the middle of the night.Seconds later, when he was nearing his destiny, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard Win's voice, which sounded angry and desperate. When he turned to the front hallway, he saw Win with his brother Mike."Let me go," Win muttered, trying to free himself from Mike's strong grip. "Let me go, or I'll kick you in the balls. Alex knows how good I am at that; go ask him.""Um, you are feisty." Mike smirked at him. "I see why my brother likes you," he said, tightening his grip on Win."Let me go, you stupid monkey!" Win whined as he punched Mike in the ribs. The other man hissed in pain but stood
Minutes later he was knocking like a crazy man on Win door."I'm coming!" he heard Win voice inside his loft."Alex" Win gasped when he saw Alex on the other side of the door."I'm sorry!" Alex spat out when Win let him in inside his loft. "I know why you are mad, and I am so fucking sorry."Win looked at him serious and crossed his arms."And what is the reason I am mad, tell me "He demanded to know."You are mad at me because I didn't put you first last night" Alex said, running a hand through his messy hair. "Last night, when I was about to ask you to be my boyfriend, Mike called me and I left you alone to do something else, to kill someone. I am sorry you thought you didn't matter. You matter to me Win, so much, if you accept to be with me, you will always come first, I won't put anything or anyone above you again, I promise that."Alex finished his speech and looked at Win both nervous and relieved. When he saw a small smile breaching on Win lips, he let out a breath he didn't kn
"How do you want me, Sir?" Win asked him, facing Alex now and batting his eyelashes. He looked sinfully submissive, fueling Alex's dominant side even more."I want you on your back, hands on the headboard" Alex commanded with a deep growl. "You are not touching yourself tonight, beautiful.""Sir..." Win whimpered, sounding desperate to be fucked."You will only come from my cock pounding into your slutty ass" Alex muttered with a deep, commanding voice, with quick movements he placed Win on position, hands flat against the headboard and legs curling around his waist."Ready?" he teased Win, grabbing his dick and pressing the wet head of his dick against Win clenching hole."Please, Sir!" Win moaned, his manicured nails scratching the headboard, trying to hold onto something."As you wish, beautiful" Alex chuckled before he started to penetrate his boyfriend, going slowly but steady, he didn't stop until his whole dick was inside Win ass, his hipbones touching Win ass cheeks.He watche
Later that evening, a soft knock on his door made Alex raise his head from the documents he was reading."Come in."He couldn't help but smile when his boyfriend entered his office with a grin on his face."How was your day, beautiful?" he asked Win happily, moving his chair backwards to make room for Win on his lap. His boyfriend knew how much he loved that.Alex sighed content when Win did exactly that and sat on his lap, their faces mere inches apart, Win hands instantly playing with his messy hair. He hummed at that, loving the contact."Fantastic," Win responded. "Emma and I shopped all morning; she bought—I don't know how many dresses—I only got a few shirts and an eye shadow palette I wanted, though.""You know you are free to use my money, right?" Alex asked, gently kissing Win's lips. It was true; he had told Win since the day they became boyfriends, when he knew he could trust him, that his money was always going to be there for everything he needed or wanted. At first, Win
Consciousness arrives gently, letting Win's awareness spread in tiny increments.The first thing he realizes is that he is not stuck inside an ancient magical entrapment anymore. The suffocating presence of the twin is gone. He can breathe easily, and the air is cool and fresh, with hints of herbs and mint.His mind is functional enough to remember that only the smells like this; of old scent and sanctuary... the safe and welcoming parts of it, at least.It's also wonderful to feel that he's lying on a bed instead of kneeling on the hard stone floor. His weary body is much appreciative of its softness and warmth. He is content to lay there for the moment, accepting that even though he still feels drained and exhausted, he is alive. Against all insurmountable odds, he is somehow alive.Alex.Even as the thought slams into him, something flares in his chest, bright and vibrant and vital. It catches all of his attention instantly, this new feeling that seems to have lodged deep inside hi
Win drops his gaze, letting the flickering flames on the seal go blurry in his vision. Despite the almost melting temperatures in the chamber, he feels cold inside, as if his own life force is fading along with his husbands'. The manifestation of the final dying throes is watching above them, hovering like a carrion bird, eager to witness the birth of the new realm - the one that is being born out of the scattered, buried energies of its own recent annihilation.He blinks at the way the flames on the stone floor lick at his knees, feeling detached, almost numb. A tiny part of his scattering mind wonders why he hasn't been set ablaze by the fire surrounding him. He's not completely aware of what he's doing when he slowly gets back to his feet again. Win watches from the center of the floor, his expression a blend of exhaustion, sorrow and relief. He thinks Win is leaving, having finally seen his point, and is relieved.The time slows and stretches. They are both caught in a monumental
"I need to see him." There is nothing else in this goddamn world Win wants to do right now."Win, please–""You said so yourself," Win cuts off Mike softly, feeling strangely calm, as if he's trapped in the eye of his own storm of mounting agony, terror and grief, "He walked inside a trap and shut himself in, he's not walking out. I need to see him... please," his voice breaks at the end."It–it might not be a good idea, Win," Mike tries again to plead with him. "It won't be pleasant to experience the emergence, especially for someone like you with your Omega.""Alex and I and my Alpha and I'm already feeling my skin crawl with what's happening right now," Type mutters, almost to himself. A faint shudder runs down his entire body."I will see him if that is the last thing I do. Do you understand me?" Win asks, simply because that's the truth. He doesn't care if this will end him too. If Alex is the last thing he sees when he leaves the world, he's more than ready to accept it. What he
Win glances around, taking his first-ever look at the base as the door shut behind them.He's surprised by how normal everything looks. Well, the entire area exudes an extremely luxurious and wealthy aura, of course, but it is all very un-welcome-like, in Win's somewhat frazzled opinion. Whatever he's been expecting, this lavishly appointed, massive lounge area that seems to belong in a parlor of some ancient mansion, is definitely not it.Whenever the subject of the hardly-ever-discussed topic of main base came up, Win used to imagine a large, stone structure built in the shape of a complicated maze. It would always be dimly lit with fires blazing in the braziers hanging on the stone walls along the long, twisting corridors. They would be dotted with big, imposing wooden and metal doors at unpredictable intervals, always closed and warded with hissing men, and invisible deathly scent in others. There would be all kinds of gun's, machine's and otherwise, lurking in these endless dark
Win swims back to consciousness with all the strength and aplomb of a man who's been wading aimlessly through an unforgiving bog for hours. Everything around him is quiet. The first cautious lungful of air he breathes in is free of the cloying scents and the static of the sullied scent. It's a small relief after being saturated in it for longer than he cared to find out.His eyes are still closed, and he knows he's lying on his side on the floor. The carpet beneath him is thick enough that the hardwood is not digging into the bones on his shoulders, hips or knees. But it's not nearly as comfortable as lying on the disgustingly luxurious bed in the main room.A faint sensation on the shoulder he's not lying on, the right one, draws his attention. He flinches and opens his eyes the moment his sluggish brain informs him that what feels like a feather brushing over his skin is healing."Hey, hey, take it easy, Win."He knows that voice. His blurry vision finds the owner after a few blink
Alex is on the balcony; clad only in the loose black pants he puts on during his meditation. He has erected a shield around the balcony to stay dry as the rain continues to fall outside. The raindrops hit the transparent forcefield nonstop, only to dissolve into a sparkling display akin to silent, white fireworks, distorting the view of city night into something whimsical in the backdrop.The Alpha is moving slowly, unhurriedly as he always does when he is practicing his control... his powers. His arms and legs move in delicate, graceful twists, turns and swirls as he flows through the familiar routines.He has been at it for a while, Win can tell by the way the sweat runs down the expanse of his tanned back in rivulets. They glisten, caught in the candlelight, drawing attention to the alluring ripples of his well-muscled torso.Win has to wrench his distracted mind back to the present to focus on greeting his husband and apologizing properly."Alex..." the call comes out softly, almo
"Want to tell me what happened?" Win asks as May lights up a cigarette with trembling hands."Jordan went on a food delivery," she says after releasing a long cloud of smoke. "He never made it to the customer. We only found out when we received a very angry call. That lady was not happy.""Where was he going?" Win wants to know. He watches the wolf while May drags more nicotine into her lungs. The beta cocks her head to the side and smirks."Uptown," she replies, shrugging. "Anyway, we tried calling him. No luck. So, I sent Clara and Trent after him. They found him passed out in an alleyway, two blocks from his delivery address. They brought him back.""Did he wake up like this?" The beta's mouth starts to droop, twisting his smirk into something sickly-looking as if he's having a stroke. His eyes are still shining like two black stones, and they stare unblinkingly at May and Win."No, he didn't," May shakes his head, her expression caught between worry and fear for her clan member.
Alex is so angry, his eyes that are boring into Win's with hate are very dark, clouded in swirls of black smoke.That snaps Win out of his frozen stupor."Alex...stop." He pleads softly, with a hint of real fear he can't properly mask in his tone.Something in his expression, or his words, gets through the haze of rage Alex has succumbed to. "Stop what?" He hisses."I–I think it's happening again... that thing," Win manages, unable to tear his eyes away from the darkness that rages around the warlock, "Your eyes, ah, they are changing again."The words hang in the air while they hold each other's gazes, surrounded by scent that feels wild and chaotic, as though it's fighting to wreak havoc and destruction. After what feels like forever Alex closes his eyes. The moment he does, all the scent around them vanishes as well. Win is out of his seat and hovering next to Alex when the Alpha collapses back in his chair with a pained groan. "Ah, goddamn it."Win places a gentle hand on the Alp
Jenny, Alex on and only aunt and the best doctor according to him, is sitting at the edge of their bed, studying Alex still form with a frown. She has just finished scanning him from head to toe, and to her great consternation, she can't seem to pinpoint what is wrong with the Alpha. Win is sitting on the bed on the other side, next to Alex, his limp hand cradled in Win's own. The sleeping Alpha is still pale and drawn, but he doesn't have a nosebleed anymore. Jenny and Win both are waiting, confused and a lot worried, for him to wake up on his own.Alex surfaces gradually as if he's only waking up from a deep sleep, not a sudden loss of consciousness. His face scrunches up as he stretches lazily, and blinks awake to see aunt Jenny hovering close to his face. "Hey, welcome back to the land of the living," Jenny announces loudly when the Alpha flinches in surprise, "Or close enough.""What?""How are you feeling?"Alex appears to be thinking about it for a moment before his brows dra