Chapter 139 CHAPTER 139

Chapter 139 CHAPTER 139
"Well, well, well." 

Soren and Reign whip their heads, their eyes settling on a group of four large, intimidating Alphas walking toward them, with cigarettes between their lips while their eyes rake completely over Soren's flushed, beautiful face.

"Looks like you're having a good time, buddy," one of the alphas sneers, stepping closer, looking at Reign. "You smell like a strong Alpha, but that's a fine Omega you've got wrapped around your waist. He knocked out one of my men in the restroom, and now, we're intrigued. Mind sharing him with the rest of us?"

Soren snorts and slowly unwraps his legs around Reign's waist and settles back on his feet. He's starting to think the night is filled with bad luck.

"You have three seconds to turn around and walk away," Reign states. His voice is perfectly calm, yet it carries a terrifying weight that they obviously missed.

Stupid alphas. Soren thinks as he crosses his arms over his chest. The oblivious fools have no idea what's coming to them.

The Alphas laugh loudly. "Or what? You're outnumbered, tough guy. Hand over the boy and you won’t get hurt."

Reign sighs softly, clearly annoyed by the inconvenience. Slowly, he reaches up to the side of his neck, his fingers catching the edge of the scent patch he's wearing to conceal his pheromones. With one sharp pull, he rips the patch off, and the reaction is instantaneous. 

The suffocating, god-like pressure of an Enigma's raw pheromones explodes into the alleyway like a shockwave, domineering and authoritative, circling around him and then spreading quickly in the alley.

Their laughter dies in their throat instantly, their eyes widening in horror before their knees buckle beneath them, and soon, they're all crashing to the floor, their throats around their necks as they struggle for breath, their faces turning purple almost too quickly.

Soren smirks. The fools. 

"E-Enigma..." One of them gasps out, tears of panic streaming down his face as he curls around himself, nose rolling down his nose and mouth. "P-Please... we're sorry... spare us..."

Reign looks down at them with eyes as cold and as sharp as steel.

"Run," he commands low, forcing his pheromones back, and immediately they scramble to their feet, terrified out of their minds, and sprint out of the alleyway like their lives depend on it… Well, because they do if you ask Soren. 

Reign turns back to Soren to find a smirking Omega.

“That's hot,” he states and pushes himself off the wall, then slowly approaches him and grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, his naughty eyes intensifying while his smirk becomes darker. “Do you know what else would be hotter?” He teases.

Reign pushes up an amused brow. “What?”

Soren smiles. “You inside me. In the front seat of your car.”

Reign smiles. “How tempting.” 

~~

The million-dollar sports car is parked in the darkness of the club parking lot. And the second Reign unlocks the doors and slides into the driver's seat; Soren is already climbing over the center console like a touched, starved, impatient, horny beast.

"Soren," Reign breathes heavily, his hands full as Soren straddles his lap directly in the driver's seat, the steering wheel pressing into his back, but he doesn't seem to care. 

"Don't speak," Soren whispers, completely frantic as his hands scramble to unbuckle Reign's belt. "I want you right now. I can't wait until we get home."

“I know,” Reign replies with a chuckle and then surrenders to the Omega's madness. What his Omega wants, his Omega gets, even if it's in the most bizarre place and position.

Well, in Soren's defense, the tinted windows of the sports car offer them total privacy and maybe a little discomfort, but he's sure they'll make it work.

Soon, Reign's jacket is shoved off his shoulders while Soren’s hands roam wildly over his tattooed arms and chest, kissing the skin and marking his territory. 

"You are going to be the death of me, do you know that, darling?" Reign growls, his hands gripping Soren's hips, lifting him slightly. 

"Then die for me, enigma," Soren gasps back shamelessly, pulling Reign into another crushing kiss that sucks the air out of their lungs.

The heat inside the car skyrockets, and the leather seats squeak beneath the intense, frantic movement of their bodies together.

Fuck. Every touch is like an electric wave filled with desire and passion that has both of them craving more of each other.

Once Reign’s zipper is forced down and his erection is jerking free, Soren wraps a palm around it, giving it a firm stroke without breaking the passionate kiss, swallowing every sound of pleasure that escapes the enigma's lips.

Soren strokes the length at a much faster pace, teasing the cap under his finger before pressing down.

“Fuck, Soren,” Reign groans into the kiss, and Soren's whine is one of satisfaction.

He breaks the kiss to whisper in his ear. “You like that, Enigma?” He haunts, jerking and bouncing his hand around the length and loving every reaction that leaves Reign's body.

Soren kisses down his neck and chest, but Reign becomes an impatient man when his mate is this naughty and ready to be ruined.

With tangling hands, Soren's pants are discarded. 

Reign wraps his arm around Soren's shoulder and throws him slightly over his shoulder. He shoves two digits into his mouth before pressing those fingers against Soren's rim.

“~fuck~Reign~” Soren moans loudly and grips onto Reign's back and shoulders just as the man pushes his finger into his hole, stretching him out and scissoring him open.

“~ Faster, please~," Soren pleads, and Reign complies, burying his finger deeper and moving at a pace that's totally consuming.

“... want you… inside… me,” the words vibrate off Soren's throat while bracing himself tightly onto Reign, who finally brings him back down.

He positions his shaft at his entrance and lets the Omega sink down on him.

Fuck.

Soren's back arches, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.