Chapter 81: Knotted by my ex’s Alpha Father -4

The penthouse door opened before Kai could knock a second time. Dorian stood there in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled once, no jacket.

The alpha scent hit Kai immediately, heavier than it had been at the gala, concentrated in the closed space.

"You are early."

"You said eight. It is seven fifty."

Dorian stepped aside. "Come in. Leave your shoes by the door."

Kai obeyed. The entryway opened into a wide living area of dark wood and glass. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights far below. Everything smelled like Dorian.

"Sit at the table," Dorian said. "I had food brought up. You will eat first."

Kai sat. The table was already set for two. Simple plates, grilled meat, greens, water. No wine. Dorian took the chair at the head and poured water for both of them.

"Eat."

Kai picked up the fork. The silence stretched while they both worked through the food. Dorian watched him between bites.

"You marked easily last night," Dorian said. "The bruise on your neck is still dark."

Kai swallowed. "You bit hard."

"I bite harder when I am not holding back. Remember that."

Kai set the fork down. "Are you holding back now?"

"Yes. Finish your plate."

Kai forced the rest of the food down. His stomach was tight with nerves and want. When the last bite was gone Dorian stood and collected both plates, setting them on the sideboard.

"Stand up. Take everything off. Fold it and put it on the chair."

Kai rose. He stripped without rushing. Shirt first, then trousers, underwear, socks. He folded each piece and set the stack on the seat as ordered.

Cool air moved across his skin. He was already half-hard. Slick had started the moment the door closed.

Dorian walked a slow circle around him. "Hands behind your back. Lace your fingers."

Kai did. The position pushed his chest forward. Dorian stopped in front of him and gripped his jaw again, same hold as the night before.

"You came here knowing I would fuck you."

"Yes."

"You came here still carrying my son’s name in your head."

Kai’s throat worked. "Yes."

"Tonight you will learn to replace it. Say his name."

"Ren."

Dorian’s free hand slid between Kai’s legs and cupped him, fingers pressing against the wet heat. "Again."

"Ren."

Two fingers pushed inside him in one motion. Kai’s breath left him in a rush. Dorian worked the fingers deep, curling them, while his eyes stayed locked on Kai’s face.

"You will say it while I open you. Every time I ask. Then you will stop."

Kai nodded. The stretch burned in the best way. Slick coated Dorian’s hand quickly.

Dorian walked him backward until the edge of the dining table hit the backs of Kai’s thighs. "Up. On your back. Open your legs."

Kai climbed onto the table. The wood was smooth and cold under his shoulders. He spread his legs. Dorian stepped between them, still fully dressed, and pushed the same two fingers back inside. He added a third without pause. Kai’s hips jerked.

"Name."

"Ren."

Dorian scissored the fingers, stretching him wider. "Louder."

"Ren."

"You used to beg him for this."

"Yes."

"Did he ever take his time with you?"

"No."

Dorian pulled his fingers free. He opened his own trousers and freed his cock. It was thick and heavy. Already hard.

He dragged the head through the slick between Kai’s legs, coating himself, then pushed in with one continuous thrust that forced Kai open around the full length.

Kai’s back arched off the table. The sound that left him was raw. Dorian did not give him time to adjust. He set a steady, deep rhythm, each stroke bottoming out.

"Name."

"Ren..." Kai’s voice broke on the next thrust. "Ren."

Dorian’s hands locked around Kai’s wrists and pinned them to the table above his head. The new angle let him drive deeper. The table edge dug into Kai’s lower back. Slick ran down onto the wood.

"You feel better than I expected," Dorian said, voice still controlled. "Tight. Wet. You take a cock like you were made for it."

Kai could only breathe in short bursts. Every thrust dragged against the place inside him that made his vision narrow. His own cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking.

Dorian fucked him through three more repetitions of the name. Then he stopped, buried to the hilt, and looked down at him.

"From this moment you do not say his name again. You say ’sir’ or you say ’alpha.’ Choose one and use it when you speak to me. Understand?"

Kai’s voice came out wrecked. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Dorian started moving again, harder. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to knot me, sir."

"You want to be locked on my cock until you cannot think about anyone else."

"Yes, sir."

Dorian pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made Kai reach for him. Dorian caught both wrists again and hauled him off the table.

"Go to the floor and your knees. Chest down. Ass up."

Kai dropped to the rug. He folded forward, cheek against the soft pile, knees spread, back arched.

Dorian knelt behind him and thrust back in without warning. The new position let him go deeper.

One hand fisted in Kai’s hair and pulled his head back while the other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise.

"You will stay in this position until I decide otherwise. If your knees hurt you will take it. If you need to come you will ask."

"Yes, sir."

Dorian set a punishing pace. The wet slap of skin filled the penthouse. Kai’s cock swung beneath him, untouched, dripping onto the rug.

Every thrust forced fresh slick out around Dorian’s cock. The stretch and the burn and the relentless depth pulled broken sounds out of Kai that he could not stop.

"Please let me come, sir."

"Not yet."

Dorian kept going. He changed the angle, searching until Kai cried out. Then he stayed on that spot, grinding into it on every stroke. Kai’s arms shook. His thighs burned. The need to come sat like a live wire under his skin.

"Please, alpha. Please."

Dorian’s hand left his hip and wrapped around his throat from behind, not choking, just holding. "You may come."

Kai shattered. The orgasm ripped through him in hard pulses that locked his body around Dorian’s cock.

He spilled onto the rug beneath him, his voice gone, only broken gasps left. Dorian fucked him through it without slowing, dragging the climax out until Kai was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did Dorian pull out again. He stood, hauled Kai up by the arms, and walked him toward the bedroom. Kai’s legs barely held. Slick ran down the insides of his thighs with every step.

The bed was large and low. Dorian pushed him onto it face-up and followed him down. He hooked Kai’s knees over his elbows and thrust back in to the root. The new depth punched another sound out of Kai.

"Look at me while I knot you."

Kai forced his eyes open. Dorian’s face was set, eyes dark, control still visible even as his rhythm turned harder, shorter, the first swell of the knot beginning to catch on every stroke.

"Tell me who you belong to tonight."

"You, sir. Alpha."

The knot locked. Dorian’s hips jerked once more and he came, deep pulses of heat flooding Kai while the knot swelled fully and held them together.

The pressure against the oversensitive place inside him set off a second, smaller orgasm that left Kai shaking and silent, mouth open, tears at the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity.

Dorian stayed braced over him, breathing steady, knot pulsing. One hand stroked down Kai’s side, almost gentle after the roughness.

"You took it well," he said quietly. "Better than most."

Kai’s voice was barely there. "Thank you, sir."

They stayed locked for long minutes. Dorian shifted them onto their sides without pulling free, one heavy arm draped over Kai’s waist. The knot throbbed every time either of them moved.

"You will stay the night," Dorian said. "In the morning I will decide if you leave or if you come back tomorrow."

Kai closed his eyes. His body felt used and full and claimed in a way Ren had never managed.

The revenge sat somewhere under the fog of the knot and the lingering bruises, still present, but quieter than the ache of wanting this again.

"Yes, sir." he whispered.

Dorian’s hand settled at the back of his neck, thumb pressing the bite mark from the night before. "Sleep while you can. I am not finished with you."