Page 9 of Mafia Heir’s Alpha (Mated in the Mafia #7)
ORI
Dancing had never been a thing I was into.
Nor was it something I was good at. But in the last few weeks of going out with Rosco, I learned just how amazing it could be when my alpha watched me dance.
His eyes grew dark, and later, when he had me all to himself, he would whisper in my ear all the dirty things he was thinking about doing to me while I was out on the dance floor.
As long as no other alphas came near me, it was fine.
I couldn’t stand having other alphas touch me and neither could Rosco. So far, it was never an issue. He sat at a VIP table with his friends or coworkers, I wasn’t sure what they were, and he watched while I danced .
Sometimes, Rowan came out with us and we danced together, other times it was just me and whatever omegas were on the floor that night.
Tonight, I got a little lost in the music and lost sight of Rosco. Then, another alpha’s arms were around me, pulling me deeper into the crowd.
I pushed him away. His smell was all wrong. This wasn’t Rosco coming to dance with me, and I didn’t want it. “No, thanks.” My words were polite, even though my body was screaming for me to run.
“Don’t be like that, baby. I know what an omega like you needs.”
My body revolted. “I said no!” I looked around, but there were too many people around us, and the music was too loud. I was alone out here, and Rosco was far away at the VIP table. Had he seen where I disappeared to? Eventually, he would start to look for me, but would it be too late?
Then I was being pulled away. This time, the scent that hit my nostrils was the familiar leather and sandalwood of Rosco. I fell into his embrace, and my arms went around his waist as I held him tight.
“He told you to fuck off,” Rosco said .
The other alpha didn’t listen. He reached toward me, but Rosco had one arm around me and the other was out in front of him.
The sound of his gun cocking made me finally look up. Rosco had his gun aimed at the other alpha.
A look of alarm was frozen on the man’s face as he realized the situation he was in.
“Boss told you to back off. I’d listen.” All around Rosco were other alphas, the same ones he had been sitting with in the VIP space. They all wore the same glare on their face, with their guns pointed at the alpha who wouldn’t leave me alone.
It should have terrified me. So many dangerous men were around me, threatening to hurt and potentially kill a man for just touching me. But it didn’t. I relished the protection. Maybe this alpha would think twice before going after another omega and not taking no for an answer.
“I’m leaving. I hear you. I’m gone.” The asshole backed away through the aisle of people around us who had stepped back to give him space.
“Follow him.” Rosco nodded to one of the guys as he uncocked his gun and holstered it .
“On it.”
Rosco pulled me tighter. “You all right, Ori?”
I nodded and exhaled against his chest. Despite the terror I’d felt when I was being dragged away, I knew Rosco would save me. And he did. “Yeah, but can we go?”
I expected him to grab my hand and lead me out of the room, but instead, he swept me into his arms. “Let’s go home.”
We left the club and were in a car. Everyone got out of the way when Rosco told them to.
I didn’t pay any attention to where he was taking me because my trust in Rosco knew no bounds.
I was never out of his arms. He held me against him as we got into the car and all throughout the drive.
I was still in his arms when we got out.
It wasn’t until the sounds of the shower turning on reached my ears that I finally looked up and took in my surroundings.
The bathroom we were in was massive. The shower was tiled with soft blue honeycomb-shaped tiles, and two showerheads cascaded rain-like water from an arched ceiling .
“Let’s get you cleaned up, omega.” Rosco slowly took my clothes off and tossed them into a hamper.
His clothes immediately followed.
Then the two of us stepped into the warm water.
Rosco pulled me into his arms again. “I need to get the scent of him off you.”
I trailed my hand up Rosco’s chest, through the dark hair that curled over his pecs. “Please. I only want your scent covering me.”
He growled low in his throat and pressed me up against the shower wall. I opened my legs for him to settle between.
I wanted more of him touching me.
All of him touching me.
My lips sought his, and I opened for him even more. Our tongues danced against one another as Rosco’s hands cupped my ass, then his lips were off mine and he dropped to his knees.
“Need to taste you, Ori.”
I whined but leaned back to give him access. “You were. ”
“No. I need this.” His tongue ran up the length of my hard cock, and then he was swallowing me down.
I learned quickly that Rosco was just as enthusiastic about giving blow jobs as he was about receiving them. His hands kneaded the muscles of my ass as he swallowed down my cock.
It didn’t take long before I was shooting down his throat. As always, he drank it down like it was his last meal.
“You spoil me, alpha.”
Rosco was still on his knees, his face resting against my hip. My softening cock was just inches from his face. “I’ll always spoil you, omega. You are mine.”
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and enjoyed the water that still ran warm. They probably had a tankless water heater, wherever we were. “I am yours.” My eyes drifted closed.
Exhaustion hit me without warning, and if it wasn’t for Rosco holding me up, I might have fallen over.
He cradled me in his arms again once we were out of the shower and wrapped me in a fluffy white robe. “Sleep now, omega-mine. ”
I didn’t have the energy to respond. He could carry me into battle like this, and I would simply stay wrapped and safe in his embrace. “Don’t leave me, alpha,” I mumbled.
“Never.”
I believed him.