His Mafia Prince

(MILES)

My cock jerks and I rub my cheek along Arlo’s thigh, taking in the scent of his slick while holding out against my instincts. I can’t stop myself. Even alphas with the most control wouldn’t be able to resist him. I need to fill him. I need to give my omega what he wants.

I bite my jaw and squeeze my eyes shut. I work him with my fingers faster and deeper, letting out a stream of ragged breaths and he clenches around me and comes. He cusses, sobs and whimpers, begging me for my knot.

"Not enough, not enough...please, please alpha," he begs, coming down from his orgasm. "Not enough. Knot me, please...if you love me at all—"

"I love you, baby. You are my everything."

"Then knot me. Now. Miles. Now. Oh fuck...alpha please...now. Now. Now." He tosses his head back and forth. His hole went tight in my hand and his body became slick with sweat despite me just washing his body now. He screams, and I feel his muscles still going rigid under my touch. I cuss, my fingers locked in his ass until the misery fades off a little.

I should have knotted him.

I should have listened when he was begging.

Now I feel as though I have failed my omega.

A pang of regret hits me as he shakes and screams, trembling in horrific torment with my fingers deep inside of him. Finally, after a while of too much anguish, he falls into my waiting arm and releases my fingers. I slowly pull them free, and a stream of sweet-smelling slick rushes after it. I watch him unconscious in my arms now, and his body very pale as he twitches.

I lift him and gently place him on the bed. "I’m sorry, baby. I will give you what you want."