His Mafia Prince

Tonight, I dream about Tyler. And they aren't just dreams. They are vivid, sensual, sexual dreams where I'm actually fucking him, knotting him, breeding him. The dream feels so real that I can feel myself push into the softness of his hole, feel him clench around my length. I feel his heat as he tightens around me. Hell, I smell his omega scent and even my seed pumping into him as he begs me for my bite.

I do sink my teeth in his throat in a flurry of lust. Then he cries out loud, coming and moaning my name, which makes me fuck him deeper and harder. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the tangy copper taste in my mouth make me come again and again. My knot forms inside of him, and the moans he lets out as my length bulges inside of him are music to my ears. I'm totally, and utterly consumed in his taste and his scent, and I certainly know I'll never, ever be satisfied.

I want more. Give me more. More. More.

I jolt awake, growling and gnashing my teeth. My body is covered in sweat and I'm struggling to keep my breath in check. My cock is half erect and there is spunk on my abs. I fall back on my bed feeling tired and embarrassed. Never once in my entire life have I had a wet dream. Of all the possible scenarios I had imagined in my head, this wasn't it.

I could've sworn Tyler was beside me. In my bed. I'd have sworn I felt myself inside him. His cries of ecstasy resurface in my head, and if I'm being honest, I wish those were real.

But isn't that just wishful thinking? Because I'm here alone.

I head to the bathroom to wipe myself off. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and notice that my eyes are still blown. I still feel the jolts of electricity jangle all over my body. I'm completely dazed, with all manner of lusty thoughts about Tyler.

The intensity of the dream would have made sense if I hadn't had sex in a while. But I did. This very night. Yes. After seeing Tyler today, I was horny. I had these antsy thoughts that I had to get rid of. I needed a release, thanks to Dylan, a young omega who works here at the mansion as a butler.

One thing about Dylan is that he's very agreeable to whatever I ask of him. He's just a call away. That's all it takes for him to make his way to the rooftop pool here at the mansion. He's always so eager, lying on the lounge chair and sticking his pass up, always ready for me to come fill him up.

Those escapades will have to end when I get married. I won't cheat on my omega, neither will I tolerate him fucking anybody else. That's always been the code of the Adonis family. We don't cheat on our spouses. Never once has my father cheated on my mother. We may be brutal, murderous criminals, but we don't stray.

We take marriage seriously. That was one of the reasons why I didn't want to take an omega. I liked variety, and I knew that once I got married, variety was off the table.