"Who do you belong to?"
Amos' eyes darken and his lips part. His body does what it always does when I pin him against something solid and use that voice: his chin drops half an inch, his shoulders lose their tension, and his scent shifts from anxious to aroused so fast my cock twitches.
"You." The word comes out on an exhale. "Always you."
"Say it again."
"You, Dom. I belong to you."
"Mine." I bite down on my favorite spot, the junction of his neck and shoulder, hard enough that his whole body jerks against me. The sound that tears from his throat gets muffled against my shoulder. I bite harder as his hands grab my hips, pulling me flush against him. He's hard already, his cock pressing against my thigh through his slacks, and the groan I feel vibrate through his chest when I grind into him makes my blood run hot.
"I don't mind that you fell for him." I lick over the mark I just refreshed and feel him shudder beneath my mouth. "But if you ever apologize for it again, I'll put you on your knees in front of the entire office and remind you who your Alpha is."
"That's not the threat you think it is." His voice shakes with a mixture of apology and humor, the latter emotion surfacing because he trusts me enough to be a smartass even with my teeth on his neck.
"No?" I reach between us and grip him through his slacks, hard enough to make his hips buck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you. My brilliant little Alpha on his knees where everyone can see."
"Dominic..." His head falls back as he bares his throat for me, a full submission that sends a surge of possessive heat through my gut. I squeeze harder and his hands scrabble at my shoulders while his hips roll into my grip.
I spin him around and bend him over the desk. Papers scatter as his hands brace against the surface, and the breath punches out of him when I press my cock against his ass through our clothes. My hand finds the back of his neck and pins him flat. He groans and pushes back against me, grinding himself on my cock with a desperation that makes my jaw clench.
"You've been walking around this office all morning smelling like you want to fuck our Omega in front of the entire company."I grind into him slow enough that he feels every inch of what's pressing against him. "Every Alpha on the floor caught that territorial display with the legal associate. You weren't subtle."
"He touched Mattaniah's arm." Amos' voice comes out wrecked against the desk. "Nobody touches him."
"Nobody." I lean down and bite the back of his neck, right above the collar of his shirt. His hips jerk as a moan spills out of him that he tries to muffle against his forearm. "That includes associates, interns, mail room staff, and anyone else who thinks proximity to our Omega is something they're entitled to.Even our father."
"Our Omega." He turns his head to look at me over his shoulder, his glasses skewed over his nose. "You said our."
I don’t want to entertain that line of thinking as I yank his belt free, unzip him, and shove his pants down his thighs. His cock springs free, already flushed and leaking, and when I wrap my hand around him he bucks into my fist so hard the desk scrapes against the floor. His precome slicks my palm and I twist my grip on the upstroke, dragging my thumb across the head until his arms are shaking and his forehead drops fully to the desk.
"I said our." I stroke him faster as he bites down on his own forearm to keep the sounds in. "Because he is ours, Amos. The scheme made him available. What happens next is something else."
I free myself from my pants and press against him, the heat of my cock sliding between his cheeks drawing a sound from him that makes my gut clench. His body pushes back against me on instinct, grinding against the bare length of me, and I let him feel what he's doing to me for a few seconds before I reach into my desk drawer for the lube I keep there because this isn't the first time one of our arguments has ended with Amos bent over my furniture.
I slick myself up, the cool gel warming fast against my skin, before roughly prepping Amos, his grunts vibrating against the wood. When he’s finally stretched enough, I press the head of my cock against his hole. The muscle resists and then yields as I push forward just enough to stretch the rim, watching him open around me.
"Dominic, we're in the office..."
"I know exactly where we are." I push in past the resistance as another groan vibrates through his chest. His hands scrabble for purchase on the polished surface and his back dips as his body opens around me, taking me inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt and his breathing has gone ragged. "And you're going to be quiet, because if anyone walks past that door and hears you, they'll know exactly what I'm doing to my little Alpha."
I pull almost all the way out and slam back in hard enough to jolt him forward on the desk. He bites down on his forearm to muffle the cry. I set a pace that's more punishment than pleasure, deep thrusts that pin him flat with each stroke, my hips snapping against his ass hard enough that the sound of skin hitting skin fills the office.
"You can love him." I thrust harder and his back arches, his body clenching around my cock in a grip that makes my vision blur. "You can want him. You can tuck his curls behind his ear and teach him about financial fraud and hold him when he cries." My hand tightens on his neck as I drive into him at the angle that makes his legs shake. "But when we're done, when the Omega is satisfied and spent and dripping with both of us, you come back to me.Every time. Do you understand?"
"Yes." His voice breaks on the word. His body clenches so tight around me I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming first. "God, yes. Always."
"Always." I lean down and press my mouth against his ear while my hips grind into him, my cock pulsing inside the heat ofhis body. "Because I will burn this entire scheme to the ground before I lose you to it. Mattaniah gets what he needs from us. But you are mine, Amos. Before him, after him, during him.Mine."
His orgasm hits without warning. His body locks tight around me as he spills across the edge of the desk and the floor, his cock pulsing untouched against the polished wood. The clench of him pulls me over the edge and I bury myself as deep as I can go and come inside him, my knot swelling and locking us together while we both gasp for air. I can feel my release filling him as his body milks every pulse from me, a shudder running through him from shoulders to thighs.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles. “Did you seriously have to knot me at work? Fuck, that’s good.” His words slur a little as he spreads his legs to accommodate the swelling.
I probably shouldn’t have knotted him at the office, but the absolute need to reclaim my Alpha overrode any of the rational thought. Amos' hand reaches back and finds mine, threading our fingers together as he brings them to his lips.
"You know," he says when his voice comes back, his cheek still pressed to the desk surface, "for someone who keeps calling this a scheme, you seem awfully invested in the Omega at the center of it."
"Shut up."
