[R-18] Last day of the contract

A week isn't a long time, not in the grand scheme of things, but it is a hassle to spend a week trying to negotiate with an uncooperative business partner. However, Damon won't call himself the president of Lin Finance Group if he can't even handle that much, so a week is all he needs before he's back at Nysus City.

"Why do you look so happy?" He asks Heath who has been smiling since they boarded the car at the airport.

"Isn't today the last day of the contract?" His smile is bright, stretched across his face in pure delight, and even his eyes are smiling—half-moon crescent on teal eyes.

Ah, that's right, Damon thinks as he checks the date. It has been exactly one year.

"It slipped my mind," he admits. With how busy he's been, all he thinks about lately are those that require his immediate attention. That doesn't include an arrangement that will soon pass or a person who won't have anything to do with him after the said arrangement is over.

Still, since it's the last day, he might as well schedule a pheromone-sharing with the Omega. It's at a convenient time too, so he tells Lucy, who is sitting on the front passenger seat, to inform Kaiden to be at the Lin Manor at 9 p.m. tonight.

Without looking back, Lucy gives a simple, "Okay," and Damon doesn't say anything more.

He leans back and tries to relax before they reach their destination. He tries, through sheer willpower, to calm down the buzzing in his nerves or the needle pricks on his stomach. His inner alpha is pacing—restless—anxious about something he can't figure out yet he ignores that as well.

Too busy with his own thoughts, he doesn't hear Heath's quiet muttering of, "I wonder how long that slut waited."

--

Kaiden grabs the pendant hanging loosely around his neck as he sits in the Lin Manor living room. He's in the same place again, only one week later, yet instead of that feeling of emptiness and desolation, he feels oddly calm. Well, not totally calm, he feels as nervous as the first time, but he reminds himself of the words Grandpa Rei told him on this same couch.

It'll pass, he tells himself, it hurts now but it won't always be like this.

The clock on his phone says it's 8:56 p.m., and in any minute, he'll be seeing Damon walk through those doors for the last time. He knows he'll need all the support he can get to not crumble. For that reason, he's wearing the necklace that he has never taken out before.

It's old, older than him, but it's his most prized possession. Hanging by a silver string is a heart locket, passed down to him by his late mother. Per Jean's advice, only the two of them know of its existence. He kept it tightly hidden away back when he was still with the Westers, instinctively aware that the only memento he has of his mother will be taken away if any of them knew, yet he's bringing it out tonight. He needs his mom tonight.

The clock hits 9 p.m. and without further delay, Damon enters. His voice holds no emotion when he tells Kaiden, "Get up."

--

Damon is panting, with uneven breaths over soft skin, as he holds Kaiden close below him. He finishes with a grunt, a low groan, yet the heat inside him doesn't subside.

It's not as if he's a teenager who doesn't know anything. He's been through this before so he knows: he's going into a rut, the first one in years.

Years of suppressing this natural biological reaction are coming out all at once. It'll be his fortune if his rut mellows down within a day, but with an Omega nearby, he doubts that luck is on his side.

He needs to tell Kaiden to leave, to go before his rut-hazed brain takes over, but all that comes out is a growl. His inner alpha is angry, snarling at him for even thinking about letting such a perfect mate go. The Omega is in front of them, pliant and willing, flushed and panting from their recent round. Why will he let go of someone ready to be taken and devoured and /mated/?

This is not what an Alpha does. An Alpha takes care of his mate—his Omega with such a sweet scent, intoxicatingly heavy with lust and desire.

Yes, perfect mate, his inner Alpha supplies, so good for us, so beautiful.

He's still hard, painfully so, and such thoughts are doing nothing to help him. Trying to shake away the rut haze, he slowly pulls out, eliciting a whimper from the Omega below him.

Thick, white liquid oozes out from between those plump cheeks, and without thinking, Damon pushes it back with a finger. Seeing his potent seed be wasted almost drives him feral, so he adds another, pushing it deeper and deeper to ensure that none of it leaks out.

"A-alpha," the Omega moans to the pillow, arching his back while spreading his legs further to give more access.

Damon responds in a low rumble, deep from his chest, pleased at the moans he's eliciting from his mate. His rational mind is barely holding on, slowly fading with every soft gasp and whimper he coaxes out of the Omega. When the Omega whines, high-pitched and needy, the last tendrils of his control snap.

His fangs extend upon seeing the Omega's pink and sweaty skin, eyes focused on that tender nape. It aches to taste how soft it'll feel if bitten, claiming the Omega as his.

With dark eyes and big hands, he flips the Omega over to his back, and the sight he sees is as delicious as the cries he hears.

Kaiden is red everywhere, with blooming marks littered here and there. His long, pink hair is sticking to his face, yet it can't hide the heavy-lidded, dreamy look in his eyes. Pink nubs, hard and swollen, are emphasized with the bite marks around them. There's a fading handprint on his waist, evidence of Damon's strength, but the highlight of it all is the mess on his stomach. Slightly distended, his stomach not only holds Damon's spend inside but also his own on top. His cock is just as hard as the Alpha, dripping sticky cum on himself.

Damon doesn't hesitate, holding the Omega by the back of his knees and almost bending him in half. He lines himself up in that waiting hole, and when the air becomes denser with their combined pheromones, he plunges deep without a second thought. Tight, wet heat encompasses him for the nth time as his skin buzzes in absolute satisfaction. This is where he is supposed to be, complementing each other.

The staccato of skin slapping on skin fills the room, fast and hard thrusts that almost bury them to the bed. There are no words, no conversation, except for the wanton mewls and growls from their bodies pressed together.

The Alpha lets go of one leg to pull the Omega into a deep kiss, never stopping the motion of his hips. His pace is punishing, brutal thrusts that hit the Omega's good spot relentlessly, while the Alpha devours the sounds of pleasure directly from the other's mouth.

Still, it's not enough. He needs to be closer—deeper, to bond them into one. And so, with one hand holding the Omega's jaw and the other brushing his hair away, the Alpha brings his teeth to the side of that pale neck and bites /hard/.

Kaiden yelps, shudders, before going limp at the feeling of an Alpha's fangs on his scent gland. The slaps on his hips slow down, hard thrusts turning into sensual rolls, as his eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming sensation.

When Damon removes his mouth from the orgasming Omega, he takes a moment to appreciate the deep mark he left. The bonding mark is red, angry, a glaring sign to ward off others. However, the next part doesn't come. There's no intricate pattern that blossoms from that mark, no sign that the Omega has accepted the bond. All that's left is an imprint of his fangs, a clear rejection from his supposed mate.

But how can that be? This Omega is /his/, he can feel their connection even without a bond. They were made for each other. How /dare/ he reject Damon?

His blown-wide pupils narrow into a slit. The Alpha snarls at the challenge. If the first mark doesn't take, then he'll do it again until it does. He'll pull climax after climax from the Omega until he's too exhausted to even think about rejecting him.

Yes, his rut brain agrees, they'll claim this Omega no matter what it takes.

And so, as the night turns into day, the Alpha doesn't stop pounding pleasure into the breathless Omega, spurred by each other's unplanned heat and rut.

However, even when he's knotted deep into Kaiden, spurting his cum into the plugged hole, all that Damon leaves are bite marks but not a single bond.