His Mark

02

Vegas has always been an Alpha who enjoyed pushing boundaries and playing with fire, but something about Kim drew him in deeper than anyone else. He knew from the start that Kim was hiding his true nature as an Omega, but that only made the chase more thrilling. Vegas was no stranger to pleasure; he had been with many Omegas and Betas, but none of them compared to the intoxicating allure of Kim.

The way Kim’s scent clung to him, driving him wild with desire, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Every encounter with Kim left him craving more, a raw need that no one else could satisfy. The memory of their last time together lingered in Vegas' mind—the way Kim’s slick warmth had enveloped him, the sounds of his moans echoing in his ears, and the feeling of being completely consumed by the moment.

Even though Vegas had always been the one in control, something about Kim made him want to surrender. He loved the power he held, but with Kim, there was a part of him that longed to be overwhelmed, to feel the intensity of their connection on a deeper level. No other Omega had ever made him feel this way, and that both excited and terrified him.

Vegas knew he was playing a dangerous game, especially since Kim was a Major family member, but he couldn’t resist the pull. He loved the idea of breaking through Kim’s carefully constructed walls, of making him submit in a way that no one else ever could. Yet, as much as he wanted to dominate, there was also a growing desire to be dominated by Kim’s fire—a fire that matched his own.

No matter how many others he had been with, none had ever brought him the pleasure that Kim did, and that realization only made him want Kim more. Vegas was a man who thrived on challenges, and Kim was the ultimate challenge—a forbidden desire that he was determined to make his own

Kim’s heart pounded in his chest as he stumbled into the washroom, trying to escape the overwhelming tension at the dinner table. He splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would calm his racing thoughts. But before he could catch his breath, he felt strong hands wrap around his waist, pulling him back against a firm chest.

He tensed, startled, but the familiar scent that filled his senses told him exactly who it was.

"Omega," Vegas whispered, his breath hot against Kim's ear. The word sent a shiver down Kim’s spine. He hated how much he liked the way Vegas said it, how it made something inside him It's a shame, really,Kim could feel Vegas’ smirk without even looking at him. "You're look so gorgeous today Kim."

Kim gripped Vegas' wrists, trying to pull away but finding himself unable to. "What do you want, Vegas?" he asked, his voice firmer than he felt.

"I missed you so much, Omega," Vegas murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of Kim’s ear. The way he said it, so intimate and possessive, made Kim’s heart stutter in his chest.

"Don’t call me that," Kim hissed, struggling to regain control, both over the situation and over himself.

"Why not?" Vegas asked, his smirk widening, knowing full well the effect he was having. "Because no one knows?"

Kim swallowed hard, his mind racing. Vegas was right; no one knew. No one knew the truth about what he really was, the secret he’d kept hidden for so long. But Vegas knew. And he was using it against him, playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

"Let go of me, Vegas," Kim said, trying to sound commanding but failing to mask the tremble in his voice.

Vegas held him tighter, his hands sliding down to rest on Kim’s hips, pulling him even closer. "Make me," he whispered, his lips brushing against Kim's neck. The challenge in his voice was clear, daring Kim to resist.