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Part 14

"Let me go...."

Macau look at Pete's eyes which were laced with anger. How could a mere omega show such defiance to him? He bridged the gap again.

The faint smell of honey hit him again. He swear to god he would lose himself at any moment. He was distracted for a second when Pete kicked him in the crouch.

Macau fell on his knees as Pete kicked him away while slowly supporting himself as he tried to walk to the entry gate. Taking in deep breaths of air.

He felt relieved that he couldn't smell those pheromones.

"I am not going anywhere....If you want you can just keep the gun..."

Pete's voice was hoarse as he looked down at Macau who was lying flat on the floor.

He walked a few more steps and found Vegas standing there. Pete swallowed his anxiety quickly and hugged Vegas tightly. Bringing his nose near Vegas' neck and inhaling his scent.

"Vegas please scent me.." Pete begged in a needy voice. Macau stood up and looked toward Vegas. His eyes clearly say that 'he is fooling you'. Macau rolled his eyes as he limped out.

"I would be taking the gun " He spoke in a loud voice

Vegas smirked back at Macau implying he knew the little tricks Pete had in his backpack. 

Then Vegas looked back at Pete lifting him a few inches in the air.

"Don't tempt me."

While everyone stood out guarding the restroom. Vegas has bent Pete on the sink making him look at his reflection.

Pete's expensive clothes were discarded on the floor.

"You started this perfectly knowing how it's gonna end....So don't blame me.."

"but the child.."

Pete looked at him with worried eyes. Vegas took a deep breath. There was already a dent in his pants.

"I will be gentle...so just relax."

Before Pete could have a rebuttal. Vegas has released his pheromone and bit Pete on his mating gland. Making him go lymph.

"Fuck...are you looking at yourself..."

Pete could only whimper as he supported his body.

Vegas entered him from the back slowly making Pete's toes curl up in response.

"Alpha ...." Pete whimpers as his eyes filled with tears.

It took a lot of patience for Vegas to make himself stable as he fucked Pete slowly.

"Sssh...be good..."

Pete just held Vegas whispering to him and moaning his name from time to time.

"Such a good omega...." Vegas purred in delight. As he looked at the messy state of Pete. He looked so venerable.

In the end, Pete lay on the sofa half-naked while Vegas smoked a cigarette near the window.

Pete was ready to explain to Vegas about the gun but Vegas didn't ask.

There was a knock on the door.

"Khun it's the time for the ceremony.."

Pete looked at the watch it was 11:30.

"What ceremony?" Pete looked back at Vegas inquiring.

He had come to this party in the past but never knew about the ceremony. Has something changed? Mafia obviously follow the tradition so to create a ceremony out of thin air doesn't seem to be the case.