We were in Jason’s polished car, slinking our way through the rain-soaked streets toward his apartment. The car didn’t make a sound, but we did. We panted and moaned into each other. Jason was leaning over me, his tongue and hands wandering over my face and body, leaving behind lava trails with each touch. I wanted to melt into him.

“Rudy,” he looked down on me, stroking my face, “are you sure about this?” His thumbs stroked up my cheekbones, followed by his lips.

I pushed my hips at him, letting him feel my cock pressing against my zipper. “I’m sure,” I murmured into his ear. I reached down between us and cupped my hand around the bulge straining at the front of his suit. “I think you are, too.”

He pulled back, studied my face. “I’m sure we’re going to fuck.” His teeth nipped at my chin. “But are you sure you’re ready for what’s going to happen after?”

“You’re going to fuck me again?” My lips quirked up in a smile at him.

“Cheeky,” he murmured, and leaned back over me to claim my mouth again.

Even as my hands pushed up under his impeccable suit and wandered over his impeccable abs, my mind wandered too. I knew he thought we were fated. He wanted to get to know me better. More than just my body, more than just fucking. I knew what I felt when he was near me, what I felt the first time I heard his voice. I could feel the pull, the invisible chain linking us already. It shimmered between us, red-hot. It was more than just heat, more than sex. He wanted to claim me.

Fated and claimed meant I’d give up everything to him. For him. I became his to control, to own. My body and my heart answered only to his call, his heat. I was his to keep or destroy as he saw fit. He could mutilate my body and my mind and I’d be helpless to do anything about it.

And right now, I wanted to give in. I wanted his cock buried deep in my ass, throbbing against the secret places inside me. And I wanted his teeth buried in my neck, claiming me as his.

The car chimed politely, alerting us that we’d reached our destination.

Jason sat back and ran his fingers through his dark hair before pushing the car door open and coming quickly to my side of the car. He opened the door and offered me his hand, one perfect eyebrow arched high as he took in my disheveled clothes and flushed face. I grasped his hand and looked away as I stepped out.

We were in an underground parking garage. It was brightly lit, clean, and peppered with the most luxurious cars I’d ever seen. Highly polished and expensive. Like Jason.

“This way.” He led me to a set of doors set discreetly into the wall. He pressed his hand to a glass plate and the doors slid open without a sound and we stepped into interior of the elevator. He immediately pushed me against the mirrored wall and thrust his hands into my hair, tilting my head back. I pushed against his chest.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked, and tried to move him back a bit.

“What if someone does?” He grinned down at me. “They’ll probably want to fuck you too.” He leaned into me and slid his hands down around my ass, squeezing and kneading. Pleasure spiked down my body. But I still pushed at him.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “This is my private elevator. We won’t be interrupted.”

“Oh.” I took a second to mull over this piece of information. He had his own private elevator. From a posh garage stuffed full of cars that cost more than the orphanage would spend in a hundred years to feed the boys who lived there. I knew he said he was rich, but I never imagined how much.

And then the doors glided open and deposited us in Jason’s apartment. But I didn’t get the chance to see it. It was dimly lit, and he didn’t turn on any lights as he pulled me down a hallway. Another door slid open and suddenly it was like I was standing in the sky.

Floor to ceiling windows covered one entire side of the room. Stars sparkled from above and the city glittered from below. The moon hung low, a curved golden bowl, and looked close enough to run my hand over. There was nothing to distract from the view. No curtains or blinds to close out the shimmering landscape spread out before us. There was just a huge bed, planted in the middle of the room, beckoning us to fall into it and swim in the depths of its pillows and blankets.

I turned to look at Jason, re-thinking my decision to come home with him. But my voice froze in my throat. He’d pulled off his jacket and was working at the knotted silk tie around his neck. His gaze pinned me, holding me hostage with its ferocity and almost feral burn. His tie slipped off and his shirt followed, hitting the floor with a soft sound. My gods, this man was beautiful.

He was sculpted and shaped like a mythological hero, broad chest and shoulders flaring wide before veeing down into a narrowed waist. His biceps rippled and his flesh glimmered with an interior light that marked him as alpha.

Then he shoved his tailored pants down over his hips and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. His cock was huge, thick and veined and standing proudly upright, brushing at the dip of his navel, a clear bead already forming at the tip of the ruddy head. The blood rushed from my head and I swayed. I wanted that cock.

I walked to him and dropped to my knees. His fingers drifted over my hair, curving around my ears. I looked up, catching his eyes with mine. I didn’t look away as I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. I held the tip with my lips, my tongue probing at the fleshy head, tasting the salt gathering at the sensitive slit there, and still my eyes held his. His fingertips dug into my scalp, urging me forward. I opened my jaw and pushed my mouth down, taking his cock slowly into my throat, my eyes still on his. He was stretching my lips, widening my throat. When the tip hit the back of my throat I clamped my lips down and pulled back, a long, drawing suck, my tongue tracing the vein on the underside.

Jason drew a long breath between his clenched teeth, my name hissing out when he exhaled. “Rudy.” Then his eyes closed, his hands tightened on my head, and he slammed his thick cock to the back of my throat. I wrapped my hands around his thighs as he pounded into my mouth, his cock slicking back and forth over my tongue, pushing at my throat.

My own cock was throbbing in my pants and my ass was tightening with anticipation. Every thrust of Jason’s hips pushed his cock further until I was gagging and trying to open my mouth further. His fleshy sack pushed into my chin and the hot smell of his skin surrounded me. It was intoxicating.

Suddenly, my mouth was empty and Jason had his hands under my arms. He hoisted me backwards onto the bed. I sat up on my elbows.

“Get those clothes off,” he growled at me. Oh my, no more sweet kisses and soft touches from Jason now. He had a rumble in his throat and desire in his eyes. My body quivered with pent up need. I shed my clothes quickly and they got lost in the cavernous room. Jason climbed onto the bed and rose over me. His eyes skimmed my body. I was thin, slight compared to Jason’s alpha bulk, but hard work honed my thinness into toned muscle. My skin was pale and the moonlight shimmered across me, picking up the faint hairs on my chest and turning them golden.

“You’re a beautiful boy,” Jason murmured, running his hand over my chest and down my quivering belly before wrapping his fingers around my cock. It spasmed, jumping against his palm. Jason stroked me and himself, his long fingers quick and sure. His fist was tight around my hardness. I felt the building deep inside, and my sack began to tighten.

“Jason,” I strangled out, and he let go of my cock.

“Get your legs up,” he ordered.

I only hesitated a second before I pulled my legs back, knees near my ribs. I was exposed, completely open to Jason, and I was dripping, slick just for him. Then I felt his hot tongue. He ran it around the sensitive pucker of my hole, pushing at the tight ring before slipping the tip of his thumb in. He probed at me, the flesh pulling at his thumb, his tongue lavishing over my sack until I was quaking. Then he rose over me, his hands holding the backs of my thighs, and lined his thick cock up with my hole. His first push popped me open, the thick head sliding past the tight ring of flesh. The second thrust buried him deeper inside me and my back arched off the bed. I’d never felt anything like this before.

Our bodies were more than joined, more than just fucking. We were one—two separate fleshes melded into a single, pulsing being. Everywhere our skin touched lit up, every thrust pushed him deeper into my body and my soul. He fell on top of me and there wasn’t an inch of my body not covered by him, owned by him. His mouth took mine, his body took mine, his heart took mine. I lost myself in the movement and the feeling of him in me.

Then somehow, I was on my stomach and Jason’s thrusts got deeper still. I arched up and his hand searched for and found my cock. Every thrust for him was a stroke for me, until I was spilling myself over his hand and he was growling his own pleasure. He pulled me back against him and pumped into me, hard and fast. And then I felt his breath on the nape of my neck, felt the scrape of his teeth across the sensitive flesh as he prepared to sink his teeth deep into my neck.

I stilled myself. “No,” I panted, and dropped back down to my elbows. “No claiming. Not now. But I want you to come in me. Knot me.”

Jason roared then, whether from disappointment or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. But he thrusted almost painfully into me and I felt him swell and pulse, and then he was locked in me and spilling deep into my ass. He came in rough spurts, each spasm jerking my body until he was empty and I was full.

We were cuddled together, Jason’s knot still holding us tight. He nuzzled at my neck and I pulled away.

“Don’t worry, no claiming right now,” he murmured.

“Okay,” I said, and looked around the room. “Why is your room so empty. Just a bed?”

Jason peered around like he’d never really looked at the room. “I don’t know. A decorator did it. I just needed a place to sleep. I think my mom hired her.”

“You have a mom?” This was different. Most guys at the orphanage had alpha and omega dads.

“Yeah, my dad was fated to a woman. They’re great. You’ll love them. What about you? You mentioned an orphanage…”

“Yeah.” I snuggled closer into Jason and he pulled a silky blanket over us. “I don’t know who my parents are, and if I have siblings, I don’t know about them.”

“Well, like I said, I have four brothers. And my mom and dad, cousins, the whole nine.” Jason shifted and pulled me back into his chest, his arm settling over me.

“Big family. All rich like you?”

“Hmm, yeah, I guess. Does that really bother you?” Jason’s voice was low and sleepy.

“I don’t know. It’s just something I’m not used to. I’ve been mostly on my own. I had a couple of friends in the orphanage. Lots of caretakers—they came and went with the seasons, it seemed like.”

“I meant the rich thing.”

“Oh.” I was quiet for a minute. “I just don’t know how to take it. I’m poor, always have been. Never had much of my own. It’s why I came to Stelline City. But no matter how much or how long I work, I’ll never be the kind of rich you are. So maybe it does bother me a little.”

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Jason breathed into my ear, “When I claim you, you’ll have it all. And I will claim you. You’re mine, Rudy. Forever.” Then he licked up the back of my neck and I felt him swelling in me again.

And for the next few hours, I forgot about his money and his family and my nothing and rode the ebbing and flowing waves of pleasure until the sun peeked through over the horizon, the windows automatically darkened, and we fell asleep wrapped around each other.