Chapter 39: Objection Overruled… by His Cock -3

The deposition room was too warm. The air conditioning struggled against the late afternoon heat and the press of bodies around the long table. Julian sat straight-backed, scent-blocking patch firm at the base of his throat, voice steady as he guided his client through another round of questions. Gabriel occupied the opposite side, calm and relentless, every inquiry designed to chip at the defense.

Three hours in, the stress started to show. Julian felt the first warning prickle under the patch. He ignored it and kept speaking. Another twenty minutes passed. Then the adhesive gave. A thin, sweet thread of his natural scent slipped free before he could stop it.

Gabriel’s head lifted at once. His eyes locked on Julian across the table. The shift in the air was subtle to everyone else. To an Alpha it was unmistakable.

Julian’s client finished an answer. Gabriel set his pen down with deliberate care. "Counsel, a word. Private. Now."

Julian stood. "Five minutes."

They left the room together. Gabriel did not wait for the elevator. He steered Julian down the short hall to his own office, pushed the door open, and locked it the second they were inside. The click of the bolt was loud in the sudden quiet.

Julian turned. "The patch failed. That is all. I will replace it and go back."

Gabriel closed the distance in two strides. He crowded Julian against the heavy wooden desk, hands braced on either side of his hips. "You are leaking. Sweet and open and right in the middle of a room full of people who would have noticed in another ten minutes. I am not letting that happen."

Julian’s breath caught. The office was smaller than the deposition room. Gabriel’s scent filled it fast, thick and territorial, already reacting to the Omega pheromones in the air. Julian’s body answered before he could lock it down. Heat spread low in his belly. His cock started to harden inside his trousers.

"You do not get to decide that," Julian said, voice low.

"I do today." Gabriel’s hand rose to the edge of the failed patch and peeled it away in one smooth motion. The full force of Julian’s scent spilled free. Gabriel’s pupils blew wide. A low sound rumbled in his chest. "Fuck. That is what you have been hiding."

Julian’s hands came up between them. "Gabriel—"

Gabriel kissed him hard, cutting the rest of the sentence off. The kiss was all possession, open-mouthed and deep, tongue claiming every inch of space. Julian made a muffled sound of protest that turned into something else when Gabriel’s thigh pressed between his legs and rubbed firm against the growing hardness there.

Gabriel broke the kiss only long enough to speak against his mouth. "I am going to cover you in me until no one else can smell what is underneath. Then you can walk back into that room and finish the deposition like nothing happened."

Julian’s fingers curled in the front of Gabriel’s shirt. "Then stop talking and do it."

Gabriel spun him around and bent him forward over the desk in one strong motion. Papers scattered. Julian’s chest hit the polished wood. Gabriel’s hands worked his belt open, yanked the trousers and briefs down to mid-thigh, and left him exposed from waist to knees. Cool air touched bare skin for only a second before Gabriel’s palm settled on the curve of his ass and squeezed.

"Already wet for it," Gabriel muttered. His fingers slid between Julian’s cheeks, found the slick that had started to gather, and pushed two of them inside without warning. Julian’s back arched. A sharp breath left him. Gabriel worked the fingers deeper, curling them, stretching him open with rough efficiency. "Listen to that. Quiet little Omega sounds while the whole floor is right outside."

Julian pushed back onto the fingers despite himself. "Harder. If you are going to claim the space, claim it properly."

Gabriel pulled his fingers free, freed his own cock, and lined up. The thick head pressed against Julian’s entrance. He pushed in with one steady, relentless thrust that seated him to the hilt. Julian’s mouth opened on a silent gasp. The stretch burned and filled him completely. Gabriel’s knot already pressed against his rim, not yet swollen enough to lock but heavy with promise.

Gabriel leaned over him, chest to back, mouth at his ear. "Feel that? That is me rewriting every inch of you so the only thing anyone smells is Alpha."

He started to move. Short, powerful thrusts that kept the desk from slamming into the wall. The wet sound of it stayed low under their breathing. Julian’s hands braced on the far edge of the desk. Every drive of Gabriel’s hips forced a quiet, broken noise out of him that he tried and failed to swallow.

Gabriel’s hand slid around and wrapped around Julian’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. "You are so fucking tight like this. Leaking for me. Taking it like you need it."

Julian turned his head enough to speak over his shoulder. "Shut up and fuck me deeper."

Gabriel gave him deeper. His pace turned harder, the angle shifting until every stroke dragged over the spot that made Julian’s thighs shake. The slick sounds grew wetter. Gabriel’s free hand gripped Julian’s hip hard enough to leave marks. His knot began to swell in earnest, catching on every withdrawal.

"I am going to fill you," Gabriel said, voice rough and low. "Mark you from the inside so the scent sticks. Then you will sit across from me for the rest of the day smelling like mine."

Julian’s answer came out strained. "Do it."

Gabriel’s thrusts turned short and deep. His knot locked tight inside on the next push. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming. Julian came with a choked sound, spilling over Gabriel’s fist and the edge of the desk. His body clenched hard around the knot. Gabriel followed a second later, a low growl buried against the back of Julian’s neck as he pulsed deep, flooding him in thick, hot waves. The scent of Alpha release mixed with Julian’s own, heavy and unmistakable.

They stayed locked together while the aftershocks rolled through. Gabriel’s hand stroked slowly over Julian’s spent cock, smearing the mess. His mouth brushed the bare scent gland at the side of Julian’s throat.

"Patch is gone," Gabriel murmured. "You will need a new one before we walk out. Until then, this will have to do."

Julian’s voice was hoarse. "Get off me so I can clean up."

Gabriel waited until the knot softened enough to ease free. He pulled out slowly, watching the slow drip of his own come down the inside of Julian’s thigh. He reached for the box of tissues on the desk and cleaned them both with efficient strokes, then helped Julian straighten his clothes. The new patch came from the small kit Julian always carried in his briefcase. Gabriel applied it himself, fingers lingering a second longer than necessary.

Julian fixed his tie and met Gabriel’s eyes. "The deposition is not over. Try not to look so satisfied when we go back in."

Gabriel’s mouth curved. "No promises. You still smell like me under the blocker."

Julian opened the door and stepped out first. Gabriel followed a moment later, the office behind them still thick with the scent of what they had just done.