บท 11: Dare To Defy
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.
The thought of Tyler rejecting me however gives me a tinge of frustration. I do understand why he has to be so stubborn and not as pliable as Dylan. I would give him a perfect life. The life he deserves. Away from that squalor he chooses to live in. Why doesn't he want to accept my proposal and live in luxury as my omega?
I know he finds the mafia distasteful, and he fancies nothing about the way we live. He doesn't however have to be part of that life. All he has to do is to play the part and enjoy what comes with it. Stubborn Tyler.
I have no doubt though that Dylan will be broken when I finally bring the omega to play my husband home. I'm sure he thinks he's auditioning for the part too whenever he sticks his tiny ass in the air for me. I can't fully trust him, however, because I know he was involved with other syndicates, and for that reason, I can never fully trust him. I'll just give him a promotion to make him shut up.
When I'm done with my dose of self-loathing, I head back to my bed. But now I can't sleep. I can't stop the thoughts of a pretty Tyler in my mind. He's pure male deliciousness in the cloth. He is so pleasing to look at, his milky skin, his lithe frame, he's a literal work of art. I didn't expect that level of exquisiteness from someone of his state. His scent soothes and arouses me at the same time.
I like that he is feisty in a way. It annoys and intrigues me. I have to admit I liked the way his eyes glinted when he thought I was making fun of him. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, but then it disappears as soon as it appears. In truth, I don't want to like him. But I can't have him refuse my offer, because if he does, I'll have no choice but to make him suffer.
I hope he is taking my threats seriously because I mean every word. It can't ever get out that I went easy on an omega who bluntly turned down my offer. It wouldn't look good on me. How can he reject a chance to be Sasha Adonis' omega?
I'm dying to know who the father of his child is. It can't be someone he's fond of, considering how insistent he is about terminating the pregnancy. He wouldn't do that if the alpha was special to him. They live to breed. The alpha must have been some jerk who got him pregnant and left him to fend for himself. I wonder the kind of a person he is. What type of alpha would attract Tyler?
A rush of excitement courses through my whole body and ends at my cock when I remember the dream. I know however that if Tyler agrees to my proposal, we'll have to work some sort of an agreement. I song know if he will agree to some form of a physical relationship. In truth, five years would be too long a time to go without. I'm sure he'd crave sex too.
It didn't have to be part of the contract. We could agree on so many things that didn't have to be on paper. This was a rash decision, and I didn't have the time to think it through properly.
If Tyler refuses my proposal, I'll have to send Miles to fish out other omegas for me. He had found some earlier, all of whom were pretty much attractive, except for the fact that they were all too willing to please me, which I honestly find too cloying. What does that say about me? I gave them all up because I prefer Tyler's resistance?
I have a feeling however that for that very reason, Tyler won't bore me to death like the other omegas do. He is feisty, and I always love a challenge.
I punch onto my pillow and change my sleeping position. Maybe then I'll get a short nap. I don't know what Tyler's response will be. I'm hoping he won't be foolish enough to say no.
One way or the other, Tyler will become my omega. And I will kill him if he dares to refuse.
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