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This chapter contains explicit sex scenes that may be inappropriate to some readers.
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Silvio relaxed against the wall as Gianni leaned into him, chest against chest, each seeking the depths in their connection.
The white shower tiles were cold against Silvio's back, the dampness of his clothes making his teeth chatter. But Gianni had no intention of letting him go. He kissed the man greedily, pressing against his body with his needy heat.
"I'm practically naked and you're still fully clothed," the Lone Wolf said against the other's mouth. "That's not right."
Struggling to keep a lid on his excitement, Gianni wrenched at Silvio's leather jacket. And when he got it out of the way, his eyes lingered on the man's shirt, then let out a low groan as he yanked it over Silvio's head in frustration. "So many god damn barriers," he hissed as he tossed the shirt aside. He arched to Silvio as his teeth nipped the other's lips, wandered down his jaw, and scraped along his neck.
Silvio groaned as Gianni brought his mouth down on one of his nipples. He suckled hungrily, tongue flicking at the taut bud, teeth biting down, sending shockwaves through Silvio's body. The Lone Wolf pressed his mouth to one nipple, and then the other; lashing at the sensitive spots until Silvio couldn't help but let a little groan slip out of his lips.
Arching against Gianni, Silvio dug his fingers into the other's scalp. "Stop doing that," he said through clenched teeth. He refused to show the other just how good it felt. Giovanni Mancuso isn't about to make him concede defeat so soon.
The Lone Wolf grinned as he pulled his head back up and delved his tongue back into the other's mouth. He bit Silvio's lips, Silvio bit his, tongues dancing as they grappled one another in that steamy white room, their lust all the more inflamed because it was too cramped.
After a while, Silvio broke the kiss and took Gianni's chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing the man to look him in the eye. What he saw in the Lone Wolf's eyes made his knees buckle beneath him.
Gianni wanted him so badly. That unmistakable desire burned in the depths of the other's dark gaze.
But before Gianni could get too turned on, Silvio pushed him back, keeping him at arm's length.
"I won't let you have your way with me."
Gianni looked languorously at him, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "Why, Mr. Masconi? What do you have in mind?"
Silvio swallowed hard as he met the other's intense gaze. "On your knees," he said in a commanding tone.
Gianni scrunched up his face. "I'm not in the mood to play games. Come on, why don't we just go straight for the goal, hmm?" he said coaxingly. He'd barely taken a hold of Silvio's throbbing erection when the man grabbed him by the wrist and yanked his hand away.
"Like I said, I won't let you have your way with me," Silvio reminded him sternly. "Now... get on your knees."
There was a slight hint of resistance in the Lone Wolf's expression but he obeyed nonetheless. Silvio stared down at him in silent amazement as he went to his knees.
Gianni was now so close to the other man's crotch that he could practically feel the heat of his cock underneath the thick denim of his jeans.
"Take it out."
The Lone Wolf lifted his eyes and peered directly into Silvio's as he reached for the fly of the man's jeans. Silvio hung his head so he could watch Gianni's hands work on his belt buckle, then the button, and finally the zipper. He held his breath. His entire world narrowed down to the slow work of the Lone Wolf's hands.
Once those were taken care of, Gianni pulled down Silvio's jeans, reached into his boxers, and curled his fingers around his pulsing flesh, his foreskin easing the way.
Silvio groaned. The thing swelled even more beneath Gianni's touch. Sure enough, Silvio Masconi was pleasantly well-endowed.
But instead of watching the other's hand, Silvio's eyes were glued to Gianni's face. As much as he wanted to see what was happening below, he couldn't help but watch the positive emotions glowing in the Lone Wolf's eyes. Pleasure, excitement, yearning. All the things that sent bolts of arousal down his spine and straight to his cock.
"You know what to do with it," Silvio said, eyes hooded, looking down at Gianni through the curtain of his lashes.
"What do you take me for?" The Lone Wolf challenged, closing his fingers more firmly around the man's pulsing shaft.
"Hush," Silvio said. "Just do."
Gianni gulped as he turned his attention to the other's thick girth, stroking it slowly as he prepared himself to take it into his mouth.
He inched closer, breathing in, taking in the strangely attractive and sensual musk of Silvio's manhood. And then, he pressed his lips against the head, kissed it before slowly opening his mouth, letting his tongue slither over the tip of the man's pulsing flesh, tasting him. He paid most of his attention to the head because he knew well it's where Silvio loved to be touched.
Gianni continued to lick and kiss him as he moved his hand up and down Silvio's length, stroking him as his tongue lavished the sensitive end, licking in circles, getting into some sort of rhythm.
Silvio cursed under his breath as his head fell back on his shoulders, then forced himself to stare down at Gianni. Nothing could be as hot as those luscious lips surrounding and consuming the head of his cock.
Seconds later, Gianni pulled back up just so he could speak, but kept his hand firmly around the other's member.
"Stop staring at me like that," he said in a rough tone.
Silvio smiled coquettishly. "Why not? I want to look at you. I love looking at beautiful things."
A flush of red slowly crept up the other's cheeks and ears. "Women are beautiful. I'm not female."
Silvio gave an empty laugh. "You're not giving yourself enough credit. I'm well aware of your gender. And you're wrong. Men can be beautiful, too. Don't you find me pleasant to look at?"
Gianni glanced up at the other's face and averted his eyes. He paused and nodded, feigning coyness.
"See? There's no shame in it. You're beautiful, Giovanni Mancuso. Now... continue what you're doing," Silvio ordered, placing a hand around the other's throat. Gianni obeyed in an instant. He liked how the man was so easy to please.
"Stroke yourself for me, Gianni."
The Lone Wolf did as he was told, grasping the tip of his own erection. Silvio had watched the man stroke himself many times over, yet the whole act remained incredibly exciting.
"Take in all of me now," Silvio said, his voice low and hoarse.
Gianni threw a quick glance before he went down on him entirely. He placed his mouth around him, tried to take his entire length down his throat, trying his best not to gag. The man was simply too big.
He went back to stroking Silvio, gripping a little tighter as he stroked the man's balls, massaging the precious spot between them and his cock, making the other squirm with delight. And then, his mouth kept going, pressing forward in slow progress, stopping only until his nose buried in the other's groin.
The pressure on Silvio's girth drove him mad. Gianni slid the whole thing down his throat, and for the first time without gagging.
Gianni's mouth stilled for several heartbeats, got himself used to the feeling of Silvio in his mouth, before he pulled back to grab a breath. He needed air. And then he did it again, more quickly and methodically this time. Swallowing Silvio in his throat. Holding it there until the pressure built before pulling back and releasing him. And again. Faster. Deeper than ever before. Staying longer, tormenting the other, and then releasing.
Silvio could feel Gianni's Adam's apple bobbing up and down beneath his palm, as the man swallowed his length down his throat. Silvio felt the rumbling growls erupting from his chest, and he called the other's name with each stroke. He snarled his need for Gianni as he fought for control. He begged for self-restraint because he wanted this to last. He etched into memory the sight of his own flesh held intimately in Gianni's mouth.
Eyes blazing, the Lone Wolf looked up with tears of need, yet he refused to relent. By now, his pheromones were all over the place, making Silvio's head feel warm and fuzzy, the feeling penetrating every part of his being.
And to think the man is Beta.
Getting affected by an Omega's scent made all the warning bells go off in Silvio's head. This is one of those kinds of heat Gianni would go through at times. The crazy, erratic, intense one that could even drive Betas into a pseudo-rut. How his estrus cycle had gone completely haywire over the years could only be caused by one thing. But this looked to be the worst time to confront the man.
Silvio heaved a deep sigh as he threaded his fingers through the other's hair and tugged. "Gi... you need to do something about your pheromones. This scent, it's –" His voice caught in his throat as Gianni squeezed him tightly, sending him reeling in a spiral of pleasure.
"Quiet now. I'm playing by your rules, aren't I? So let me do this."
"You haven't taken your suppressants."
"It can wait."
Gianni took Silvio into his mouth once more, head bobbing along his length, hands kneading his balls. Silvio's thighs tightened against the need for release, his balls drew up in agony as he grabbed Gianni's hair and bucked his hips as if trying to get the other to take even more of him into his mouth.
The Lone Wolf struggled to keep up with the man's rhythm but saw his effort working, even though his jaw was starting to ache. He wanted to end this part of their little game, and that's all that mattered to him.
And then, finally, he could feel Silvio's body stiffen, his hip-thrusting becoming more and more irregular. He kept his eyes glued to the other man's face, while Silvio clenched his eyes shut, his body moving in a way that stimulated fucking Gianni's needy mouth.
The Lone Wolf continued to lick and stroke, speeding up his pace along with Silvio's erratic thrusts until he let out a deep groan and stopped moving. With a cry, Silvio released the other.
Gianni pulled back slightly but kept his mouth around Silvio. And then, he felt the warm liquid hit his tongue, squirting down the back of his throat. He swallowed, still holding the man's slowly limping and pulsating cock, squeezing the man with his lips as he emptied.
When Silvio had nothing more, Gianni slowly slipped his mouth off him, looking up, nearly making the other come again as he licked him clean.
Silvio's eyes lingered on Gianni's face for a moment, thoroughly amazed at how the man had completely undone him. Stroking the other's hair, he said, "You didn't have to do that."
Gianni stood up as he wiped his lips and met Silvio's gaze. "I'm done playing your game. Now, it's your turn to play mine."
Silvio gave him a smug look. "Why are you acting like this, Gi? What's riled you up?"
"Besides the fact I'm in heat?" Gianni averted his eyes. "Nothing. I just don't want you teasing me like this." He then turned his gaze back to Silvio. "I want to fuck."
Silvio swallowed hard.
Damn. For someone who comes across as impenetrable, Gianni can be filthy and lecherous when in heat.
"Not yet. There'll be time for that. I'll fuck you as much as you want, all night." Silvio cupped Gianni's chin, forcing the man to look at him. "I know something happened earlier at the estate. What was it?"
The Lone Wolf glared at him. "Keep your nose out of it, Silvio," he warned. "Your dick has no business prying into my affairs."
Silvio didn't show his anger, but he failed to hide the hurt in his eyes.
That's right. He almost forgot his place. The man's just attracted to him for purely selfish, self-serving sexual reasons.
"Fine, then. Forget I asked." He pulled Gianni to him, spun him around, and pushed him against the wall. "Is this the kind of game you want to play?"
"Oh, yes," the Lone Wolf moaned desperately. He reached behind himself, grabbing Silvio firmly, leading the man towards him.
Once again, Silvio swelled against the firm grip of the other's scalding fingers. He bit his lip hard in restraint as Gianni pressed his hips into his erect member.
"I'm gonna' fuck you," Silvio whispered huskily as he squeezed the man's ass hard and laid his stiff member between the plump mounds of his cheeks, pushing forward and back. He took a moment to enjoy the friction it caused, slathering himself with Gianni's own slick. The man was so wet for him now. So ready to be claimed. "I'm gonna bury myself balls deep inside your ass and fuck you until you scream my name. I'm gonna do it again and again until you can't walk. Is that what you want, Gianni?"
Gianni's hands clasped in vain at the cold, bare tiles, feeling the other's hot breath in his ear. "You're all talk and no show," he said in a cruel, taunting voice.
"Do you really want me that much?" Silvio mouthed, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Damn you, Silvio."
Silvio didn't have to ask. He enjoyed pushing the man to his limits until he becomes desperate. "I can't wait to have you," he said as he pressed Gianni harder against him. "But I'm not going to. Not here."
The Lone Wolf growled as his fingernails scraped against the wall. But before he could say anything, Silvio bent down and lifted him to his feet, carried him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, where a king-sized bed lay at the center of the room. But instead of laying Gianni on the mattress, Silvio tossed him on the leather couch at the foot of the bed.
Silvio placed a knee on the edge of the couch and leaned over Gianni. "You reek of pheromones and I don't like it. Where's your medicine?"
The Lone Wolf flashed him a bright, defiant look. "What if I say I don't have it? What then?"
"Why won't you have it? You can't possibly walk around smelling like this. That's practically asking for trouble."
Gianni turned from Silvio and bent over, leaning back against the couch with his bare back and buttocks facing the other. "No, Mr. Masconi, I don't have it. But yes, right now... I may be asking for trouble."
Suddenly his mouth felt empty, just as the rest of his body did. He wanted Silvio to fill him up. To relieve the burning heat and terrible ache that continued to build inside him.
He craned his neck enough for Silvio to see his lips lift in a haughty smile. And then, he sucked his index finger into his mouth, wetting it liberally before reaching down, lifting his buttocks slightly as he pressed the tip to his puckered hole.
Desire crawled out of Silvio's skin once more, eyes burned into the obscene sight before him, watching eagerly as Gianni touched himself. The urge to give in to temptation was so palpable that the Lone Wolf must've felt it now. It was almost painfully brutal.
Silvio started stroking his length, rubbing Gianni's slick and his own pre-come all over it.
"Do a second finger," he ordered, knees buckling underneath, his balls drawing impossibly tight.
Gianni made a low, grunting sound as a response. He wet another finger and inserted two digits into himself, stretching his rear entrance for Silvio's cock.
Silvio edged closer to the other, watching carefully as the Lone Wolf readied himself for what's about to come. He leaned over Gianni and cupped his chin in his hand, tilting it so he could kiss him.
"I hate that I want you so much," he whispered against the other's mouth.
"Please, Silvio," said Gianni, almost begging.
"Soon, hun. Don't be so impatient." Silvio stuck a finger in his mouth to moisten it, then gently added it to the fingers already inside Gianni's entrance. He knew the man was ready for him, as he kept gyrating against him. He needed to be inside Gianni. And fast.
"I need a condom, Gi. Now."
Still kissing, Gianni wrapped an arm around the other's neck and leaned into his ear. "No condoms this time."
Oftentimes, the Lone Wolf would not allow any man to have sex with him without protection, not even on the flimsy excuse of not having one ready. He always had a pack prepared somewhere. But this time seemed to be different.
"It's the heat talking, Gi. Come on, tell me where you're keeping them."
Gianni locked his free arm around Silvio's waist and sunk his fingers into his skin. "Didn't you hear me? I said, no condoms."
The Lone Wolf's intense, serious gaze told Silvio there's no point arguing further.
He gently pulled his and Gianni's fingers out of the way. Although he was eager to ruthlessly plunge himself inside the other, Silvio rubbed himself against the opening of Gianni's entrance, playfully tapping it. And then, grabbing a hold of his hips, he pulled Gianni's ass up and slowly inserted the head of his shaft.
The two men moaned in unison. Silvio could feel the tightness of Gianni's muscles around him but soon enough, he felt him relaxing, coating his length even more with his warm slick, allowing easier access.
Gianni whimpered as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the other's shoulder. "God, Silvio," he mewled, biting his bottom lip to hold in all the things he wanted to say. "Move. Now."
"I don't want to hurt you."
The Lone Wolf wasn't sure what the man meant by that. "I'll be in pain if you don't get moving. Just fuck me a little harder."
Silvio grinned, more than happy to oblige to his partner's demand. He pulled himself out a couple of times, intending to get the other more used to his length. And then, slowly, he worked half of his cock inside Gianni.
The moment he was in, the Lone Wolf started begging for more, pulling him closer, thrusting himself into him. Silvio started giving deeper strokes, pulling all the way out, and then plunging in balls' deep.
Fireworks began at the bottom of Gianni's spine as Silvio started thrusting harder into him. Three more thrusts and he started calling out his name, squeezing the other like a vice, needing more of the man inside him. Silvio repeated the move, finally finding a rhythm, pumping in and out, harder and faster until the other could handle it.
Gianni dug his fingers into Silvio's hair as he rolled his hips against him. He tried his best to hold back his moans, putting a hand over his mouth, yet he still made noise through his hand.
"What's holding you back?" Silvio asked, panting as he pumped faster. His mouth hovered above Gianni's, tempting him before he leaned and pulled him into his mouth, running his tongue along it in sweeps. "I like the noises you make. You're the sexiest when you're turned on, Lone Wolf. Come on, let me hear you moan."
Soon enough, Gianni could no longer hold back his moans as Silvio plowed him. He was so lost to the feeling of the man's rough invasion, drugging him with the scent of his desire.
The sound of Gianni's rich, musical voice perfectly blended with the slapping of flesh against flesh, driving Silvio mad with desire. Still thrusting into the other, he ran a hand to Gianni's nape and kissed it. He had such a slender neck for such a strong head. And it was unmarked. So beautifully untainted.
He pulled the Lone Wolf's face to his. When he did, Gianni opened his eyes.
Perhaps not everyone knew this, but the magnificence of the Lone Wolf's face combined with the intensity of his uniquely colored eyes. One was dark brown; the other a brilliant, deep green edged with a darker band of brown. Eyes that melted Silvio into oblivion over and over.
Yet despite their splendor, the Lone Wolf's eyes had always held depths of empty despair. Silvio would often find the man staring off into the distance, with a blank and unseeing gaze. Almost as if his thoughts are elsewhere.
What could he possibly be thinking about when we're fucking?
Sometimes, not knowing the answer to this question frustrated Silvio more than anything else.
Gianni enjoyed Silvio Masconi's company. He liked to pretend they're each other's best-kept secret. He enjoyed the idea that no other man or woman knew Silvio as much as he knew him. Perhaps it's that pretense that allowed him to be more comfortable in the man's company, and he with him.
Gianni had known Silvio for a couple of years now. A young man who was once a cugine* and has made his way up the ranks as a made-man for the Moschella crime family. The world of the Cosa Nostra is far too small for them to not meet one way or another. And they did, by some extraordinary accident.
The Lone Wolf liked this made-man because he's witty and funny, even charming to a fault. He was quite a rarity among the mob. And behind that lean and imposing frame is a wise man. Silvio Masconi is smart – probably smarter than he gave himself credit for. Sometimes, Gianni would wonder why the man wound up in the streets instead of in a corporate office. The underworld doesn't deserve him at all.
And of course, he's Beta.
Gianni hated to admit to himself but he liked Silvio Masconi a great deal – perhaps too much for his own good. After all, getting overly attached to someone could only mean trouble. Yet he decided to keep seeing him. For purely carnal reasons.
The two men agreed to not attach a label to their relationship. If anything, they were simply fuck buddies. They were each other's body warmer. Two people who will desire the other and satisfy each other's sexual needs. Nothing more, nothing less.
At least that's how it's supposed to be.
Now, back in his bedroom, Silvio was nuzzling his neck, his hot breath scalding his skin, gently rocking him back and forth like a fragile little thing that needed to be handled with care.
Gianni wanted to completely drown himself in the pleasure and feel of Silvio deep inside him. Tried desperately to savor the moment and get lost in a thrilling trance of passion. He loved the man's gentleness, but he hated it at the same time. Because that same gentleness reminded him of the hands that once held him; the lips that uttered soft, comforting words in his ears; the body that promised to exist only for him.
But all of that is lost now. Lost and far from his reach.
Gianni buried his face in the dark recess of Silvio's neck where a strong pulse beat. He reveled in the man's heady, masculine scent, all the while thinking of the man he used to love...
Gianni remembered with a pain that never diminished, the first time he and Alessio De Laurentiis had made love. Sure enough, it was awkward and reckless, yet undeniably passionate and unhurried.
Given their unique and complicated circumstance, the two had been secretly dating for many months. They would see each other without anybody else's knowledge and when they did, they made sure every moment was exceptional.
Time and distance only served to strengthen their bond, even more so when there was a strange yet powerful connection between them. Something both Gianni and Alessio didn't get around to figure out until much, much later.
The couple became intimate in their sixth month together. On a cold winter day, Alessio had invited Gianni to their home in Stamford for dinner. In the end, however, Gianni practically assaulted Alessio inside, just as the door closed behind him. They grappled with each other frantically, kissing with passionate fervor, stripping off each other's clothes as they went. They ended up on the carpet in a rather spacious cabin-style living room, panting and kissing and touching and finally making love, all in a very quick time.
Gianni could vividly remember Alessio's flushed and sweat-soaked face; his light-brown hair veiling his languid expression as he leaned over the other. He caressed Gianni's cheek softly, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips, lingering just a moment.
"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop right away. Okay?" the Alpha whispered.
Heat flooded Gianni's cheeks as he nodded coyly, biting his bottom lip as he closed his eyes shut.
Alessio wiped the beads of sweat off Gianni's temple. "Don't close your eyes, love," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind the other's ear. "Look at me. I want to see those eyes looking at me."
Gianni did as he was told, fixing his gaze on Alessio as he carefully moved inside him, watching his every movement, and the subtle changes in his expression.
Gianni was led to believe that the first time is painful, but all he felt was an immense pleasure. Sure there was a bit of pain, but only for a fleeting moment. It was the strangest feeling ever. It was messy, of course, but he and Alessio made love gently and sensuously, kissing every part of each other's body, exploring the other like uncharted territory.
And Gianni owned Alessio. He owned all of him.
Still entwined, the lovers sighed and panted and gasped to regain their breath. They lay in each other's arms, both feeling completely spent and dazed. For a moment, they couldn't believe it had actually happened.
"Ti amo, Giovanni," Alessio said, once he'd recovered from the onslaught.
Gianni told the Alpha that he loved him too, even though it sounded lame and phony. Yet every word he said was filled with earnestness and solemnity. Filled with love and devotion for the other.
Over and over again, Alessio whispered it, "Ti amo, ti amo," pressing his lips against every part of Gianni's face as though marking his territory, willing the other to remember it.
The Alpha's words were music to Gianni's ears, like a soft tune playing sweetly just for him.
And then, just as soon as those fond memories swamped Gianni's mind, they disappeared up in smoke, and he returned to reality. Because the love and admiration he had for Alessio De Laurentiis had disappeared into smoke as well over the years.
I love you, he said.
The Lone Wolf had never heard a more bittersweet lie.
TO BE CONTINUED.
