The heavy mahogany door to the master suite slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Soren didn't flip the light switch; his golden Alpha eyes glowed in the dark, fixed on Mika like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
"Soren, please..." Mika whimpered, his back hitting the cold wood of the door.
Soren didn't speak. He shoved Mika's wrists above his head, pinning him with a weight that felt like a mountain. The scent of bourbon and dark musk was thick, suffocating Mika's senses. "You let him look at you," Soren hissed, his voice a lethal vibration. "In my house. In front of my men."
With a violent tug, Soren ripped open Mika's silk shirt, buttons scattering across the floor like hail. He didn't wait. He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto Mika's chest. He found one pale, rose-tipped nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking so hard it drew a sharp cry from Mika's throat. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, biting down with his blunt teeth until it was swollen and dark red, a stark contrast against Mika's milk-white skin.
"Soren... ah! Slow down..." Mika sobbed, his head tossing back.
"I've been slow enough," Soren growled. He moved to the other side, his tongue laving the aching bud until Mika was arching his back, his fingers digging into Soren's muscled forearms.
Soren hauled him toward the bed, tossing him onto the black silk sheets. He stripped himself in one fluid motion, his tattooed, powerful body looming over the trembling Omega. He grabbed Mika's ankles, dragging him to the edge of the bed and forcing his legs wide.
"No... Soren, not like this," Mika gasped, but his eyes widened as Soren knelt between his thighs.
Soren's large, calloused hand slid down, his fingers finding Mika's heat. He didn't go in easy. He pushed one, then two fingers inside, stretching Mika with a dominance that made the Omega's toes curl into the silk. He began a rhythmic, punishing friction, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle at the top of Mika's entrance until Mika was a sobbing, shaking mess.
"You're so sensitive," Soren mocked, watching Mika's face. "Does your 'childhood sweetheart' know how easy it is to make you come undone?"
Before Mika could answer, Soren leaned down, his face disappearing between Mika's thighs. Mika let out a strangled scream as he felt the hot, wet velvet of Soren's tongue against his most private parts. Soren was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling, tasting the Omega's arousal with a hunger that bordered on insanity. He sucked on the sensitive head of Mika's length, his mouth a tight, burning heat that pushed Mika toward the edge of a cliff.
"Please... Soren... I'm going to—"
Soren pulled away just as Mika reached the peak, leaving him shaking and unfulfilled. "Not yet," Soren growled. "I want you to feel me when I take you. I want you to know exactly who is burying his seed inside you."
Soren positioned himself, his thick, pulsing length pressing against Mika's opening. With one brutal, possessive lunge, he buried himself to the hilt. Mika's eyes rolled back, a broken, high-pitched sob escaping him as he felt the sheer size and heat of the Alpha filling every corner of his being.
"Look at me," Soren commanded, his voice a primal roar. He began to move—slow, deep, and agonizingly powerful thrusts that bottomed out against Mika's womb.
Mika's hands clutched at the pillows, his silver hair a mess of silk. Every time Soren slammed into him, it felt like a brand was being seared into his soul. "I'm... ah! I'm yours... Soren... only yours!"
Soren's pace became frantic, his possessiveness reaching a breaking point. He gripped Mika's hands, pinning them above his head, his chest heaving. He leaned down, biting Mika's shoulder, his fangs locking in place as he released his knot inside the Omega, claiming him in the most primal, ancient way possible.
Mika collapsed, his body shaking with violent aftershocks. He was spent, marked, and completely shattered.
Soren stayed over him, his heartbeat a war drum against Mika's chest. He leaned down, his lips brushing Mika's swollen, bitten ones. "Lucian Thorne can build a thousand empires," Soren whispered, his golden eyes dark with a terrifying love. "But he will never have this. You are branded, Mika. In this life and the next, you are mine."