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When Ilya Rozanov was sent to North America at 17 years old he had a very bad reputation. Partying, drinking, drugs, getting into fights, fucking anything, man or woman, beta or omega, and even some alphas, that gave him attention and overall just bringing to much attention the the name “Rozanov”
When he returned 11 years later to take his spot as head of the Rozanov family shortly after his father died he was completely different. Controlled, terrifying, powerful. And most importantly in the company of a soft, pretty Canadian omega.
No one knows exactly where Shane Hollander came from. Some people say he was just an ordinary person that the boss claimed for himself.
Other people say he was a worker at one of the many clubs Rozanov ran in North America, a lost soul who the boss saved.
Or maybe somehow the omega used his natural allure to trick the alpha into loving him.
Other stories are more sinister, that Ilya had bought Shane from an omega trafficking ring, or that Shane was the abused, drug addicted omega of another alpha before Ilya took him
All people know for certain is that when Ilya was in North America he spent 3 months in Montreal and when he came back to New York where he lived primarily, Shane was with him.
But really it didn’t matter, all that mattered now was that Shane was Ilya’s and, perhaps an even scarier fact, Ilya was Shane’s and would give him whatever he asked for.
Ilya made the rules around Shane clear very quickly.
During his first ever meeting with his father’s closest men one of them had asked “Who’s the bitch then?” Neither Ilya or Shane reacted to the man’s comment, Ilya just cleared his throat before declaring in a deep, low growl, “This is Shane, he is my princess, and he always will be mine. You don’t touch Shane, you don’t speak to him unless he speaks to you, you don’t even look at him. Am I clear” after a long, chilly silence Ilya raised his eyebrow expectantly causing everyone in the room to mutter and stutter out a “yes.”
“Perfect, continue” Ilya said with a wave of his hand.
But then a few days later the man's body was found damaged beyond repair.
After that word spread quickly and from then on almost no other incidents happened, a few people tried it and ended up dying, that along with the stories of what happened to the all the people in New York who challenged Ilya and Shane everyone else quickly accepted Ilya as boss, and Shane along with him.
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Right now they were celebrating. Ilya and Shane were finally engaged which meant soon they would be mated. Ilya had gathered the heads of all the other families, as well as his closest lieutenants and aides, at their house for this event. Neither of the pair truly cared about this but in keeping with tradition and to avoid offence it was required.
That isn’t to say the rules were different tonight. Outside of a brief and bowed “congrats on your engagement” no one spoke or looked at Shane. Everyone knew that being welcomed into Shane’s nest was the highest of honours, and everyone knew that that would make Ilya even more trigger happy when it came to his omega.
Everything was going perfect, everyone was seated and eating and drinking and smoking. Shane was curled up on Ilya’s lap, dressed in nothing but a soft white fur coat and a pair of panties that Ilya had picked out for him, suckling gently at his scent gland while Ilya caressed his thigh while talking to his closest aid and friend, Svetlana. When all of a sudden a glass was thrown across the room, shattering on the wall and splashing vodka onto the floor.
The room went silent, Shane went still on Ilya’s lap and stopped licking at his neck, turning around to face the room. “Who has distracted me daddy?” Shane asked, a pout forming on his face. The scent of Ilya’s rage immediately filled the room. Ilya’s eyes snapped to the end of the table, to the man seated the furthest from Ilya and Shane.
“Sergei!” Ilya barked across the table “you better have a good reason for deciding to upset my princess.” The man at the end of the table was a nobody. Younger than Ilya. Someone who had come in place of his father who was sick. His father, Nikolay, was a very good man, a man who had worked very closely with Ilya’s father and now Ilya. It had genuinely pained Ilya to hear of his illness. The son however had a reputation for being impulsive, arrogant, yet to learn his place.
“We were all raised to be strong alpha’s. Find a russian, omega wife to rule and be brutal.” He began, looking around the room “not be led and ordered around by some foreign omega bitch who sucks on our neck in public. But because of the name ‘Rozanov’ He sneered, “we all turn a blind eye, fuck this.”
He gets up to leave but before he even fully pulls out his chair the gunshot sounds crack in the room and a bullet lands in his head causing his body to slump forward onto the table. Everyone’s heads snapped to Ilya, eyes red and a gun in his hand. Shane immediately smiles down at his alpha “thank you daddy” Shane grinned, immediately going back to sucking on his alpha’s neck.
Ilya lifts up his hand to stroke the back of Shane’s head where it was nuzzled into him and turned to his people behind him “Get it out of here, and make sure his father knows exactly why I killed his son” he says, before announcing to the rest of the room “Everyone else get out, party is over”
Everyone starts moving immediately making
Shane pulls back up “he ruined my party daddy” Shane whines to Ilya. Ilya scent pours out of him. White hot rage at the sound of omega upset at having his omega upset. “Shh shh, Princessunya, is ok, daddy will make it better, always lubov' moya ” my love Ilya promised in Shane’s ear, scratching the back of his head causing the omega to purr.
Ilya’s rage barely settled once everyone had left, the last few footsteps receding down the, but just being alone with his omega was helping
“Ilya?” Shane asked softly, turning his face so their eyes met. Shane only ever called him Ilya when they were alone, and was the only person in the world who called him that. “Is ok Shane, don’t like seeing you upset Princesska.”
“But you defended me so well daddy, love when you protect me.” Ilya let out a low growl and Shane’s words, calming down even more. He kissed Shane softly before picking them both up off of the chair and carrying them off to their room, immediately depositing Shane down in their nest on the bed, the nest that Ilya made sure to scent every morning to make sure it was always perfect for Shane.
Once in the quiet, familiarity of their room Ilya noticed Shane’s scent. Ilya’s rage had been so oppressive in the other room he didn’t notice the scent. The sweet scent of Shane’s slick and arousal. Ilya’s eyes snapped up to Shane’s.
“Did seeing your alpha defend you get you wet princess?” Ilya asked, smirking down at his omega. Shane nodded his head, his soft brown, doe eyes, with soft amber rings on the outsides, stare into Ilya’s still red eyes, “yes alpha, fuck, love it so much, reminds me I’m yours”
Ilya growled before smashing his mouth into Shane’s, being met instantly with Shane’s open and willing mouth. Their tongues tangled together, as they moaned into each other’s mouths. Ilya’s hand moved under Shane's coat to cup his wet pussy, groaning at the feeling of wet lace in his hands.
Ilya pulled back, causing a whine to come from the omega, “Now now, moya princessa, daddy just needs to make sure no one else is here, can’t have anyone hearing my beautiful boy crying on his alpha’s dick now can we?” Ilya smirked before leaving the room to go and check the house.
Shane loved when his alpha went feral for him and decided to do everything in his power to get Ilya to lose control. He was leaning back against the back of his nest so he shrugged off his coat and allowed it to drape over his shoulders before spreading his legs and dipping his fingers into his panties, swirling his fingers around the wet stickiness of his pussy.
He sat there playing with himself for a couple minutes before Ilya burst back into the room. His eyes immediately went back to full red after turning back into blue as he searched the house, “Well, look at this, rasputnitsa , couldn’t wait for daddy?” slutty princess. Shane shook his head, before slipping a finger inside himself, letting out a loud, exaggerated moan at the feeling.
Ilya shed his clothes and raced across the room, crawling back into their nest and gripping Shane’s wrist hard, “Now who said you could touch this?” Ilya growled at Shane. He pulled Shane’s hand out from inside his panties, and bringing his free hand down to cup Shane’s cunt. “This,” he said, applying pressure with his hand to Shane’s pussy, “Is mine, I decided who gets to touch it, and I never said that you could put your slutty hands on it, did I omezhka?”
Shane’s eyes shifted to a full deep, warm, amber as they met Ilya’s, a pout and a look of faux innocence on his face as he said “I’m sorry Daddy, let me make it up to you Ilyusha.” He reached down to grip his alpha’s thick cock, stroking it slowly “please alpha, I need you so badly after watching you defend me. My perfect alpha.”
Ilya’s hips bucked into Shane’s hand. Before gripping onto Shane’s hips and flipping their positions so he was on his back, and Shane was straddling his lap. “Go on then omezhka, make it up to me.” He let go of Shane’s hips allowing him to move. Shane wasted no time getting off his alpha’s lap and settling himself between his thick, muscled legs.
He gripped Ilya’s cock in one hand and brought his face down to nuzzle at the base of his alphas cock. He took in a deep breath, causing slick to leak out of his pussy and his eyes to roll back in his head, getting drunk on the raw, musky scent of his alpha, a smell no one else would have again. He sucked Ilya’s balls into his mouth, rolling them around in mouth and covering them in saliva, causing it to spill out of his mouth and all over Ilya’s thighs. Ilya growled above him and reached down to stroke Shane’s hair “Davaj-davaj, princesson'ka, postarajsya dla papochki ” there we go princess, be a good girl for daddy He grunted, letting his omega take his time.
There was almost nothing he loved more than just letting Shane take his time, take his pleasure from Ilya and there was almost nothing Shane loved more than having Ilya in his mouth. So Ilya was more than content to allow Shane to show how much he loved Ilya defending him, allowing Shane to have control for now before taking it all back later when Shane would inevitably beg for it.
Shane purred in the back of throat before pulling off of Ilya’s balls and going and looking up into Ilya’s eyes looking smiling up at him with his round amber eyes, keeping eye contact with the alpha as he licked around the leaking head of Ilya’s cock, staying there for a few seconds before sinking himself all the way down to the base of Ilya’s cock in one go. No struggle, no gagging, just pure ease as he swallowed his alphas dick. Breathing in through his nose at the sweaty patch of pubes and moaning around the base. It would never fail to impress Ilya the ease in which Shane could swallow his cock. Most people before Shane had refused to even try, intimidated by its thickness and length, and then most people who did try ended up just sucking on the head.
Not Shane though, from their first time together Shane had been obsessed with Ilya in his mouth, and had practiced over the course of their relationship to be able to swallow it all with ease.
He stayed buried in Ilya’s crotch, his neck bulging with Ilya’s cock, for an almost inhuman amount of time. Moaning and purring around the base, tears streaming from his eyes and saliva pouring out of his mouth. It wasn’t until black spots appeared in his vision that he pulled off. Gasping for air as he pulled off, immediately wrapping his hand around Ilya to stroke him while he caught his breath. Ilya was a mess above him. Eyes bright red, head thrown back and growls and moans tore out of him. The second Shane pulled off of him he pulled his head up to look at Shane.
He was greeted by amber eyes and a smirk on his face, “have I made it up to you daddy?” “have I shown you how much I love you defending me?” he asked, his voice rough and also deeply seductive, “or maybe I can let you fuck my face” Ilya stared dumbfounded “Sheludivyj omezhka” bratty omega, was all Ilya said before taking a grip of Shane’s head and guiding him back down to cock, bullying the head into Shane’s mouth and pushing him all the way down, grinding his hips against Shane’s face, leaking pre cum directly down his throat.
He moved Shane slowly up and down his cock, allowing the velvety, wet warmth of Shane’s mouth to massage every throbbing inch of his cock. Bringing Shane all the way up to the tip for lowering him down. Feeling his throat stretch and contract to accommodate all of him. It wasn’t until he held Shane all the way down, allowing his throat to rhythmically massage the head of his cock, watching the bulge in his neck pulse that Ilya’s composure began to break.
He pulled Shane all the way off, giving him a second to catch his breath before picking up a brutal pace. Slamming Shane all the way down onto his cock before pulling him off completely only to slam him back down. The sound of it all was obscene, Shane drooling and gagging all over Ilya as his face was used like a toy, creating a filthy wet slick sound that filled the room, Ilya was growling and moaning loudly in between his mutterings of “Ty sovershenyen, omega”perfect omega and “Moya prekrasnaya princessa” beautiful and “Poslushnaya devochka, dash papocke vojti w swoyu kisku, pravda?” good girl, gonna let daddy in that cunt aren’t you?
Ilya’s orgasm came out of nowhere. So focused on using his omega he didn’t have time to notice how close he was until the first rope of cum shot out of him right as he pulled Shane off his cock, covering Shane’s face. Shane began whining immediately, desperate for Ilya’s cum in his mouth. He attached himself to Ilya’s cock and sucked it to the back of his throat, allowing rope after rope to shoot down him. His moans vibrating against the head, milking even more from the alpha. Ilya roared as his omega swallowed around him. Vision going hazy at the force of his orgasm.
Once Ilya was finished, Shane pulled off, kissing his way up Ilya’s body, licking and kissing all over Ilya’s abs, worshipping Ilya’s beautiful body. Before moving up to his chest and sucking on his nipples and sucking deep bruises in the perfect muscle. He moved to straddle Ilya’s hips and sucked into his neck, leaving marks there too. All Ilya could do for now was lay there, breathing heavily and allowing his omega to mark him. As Ilya came back to himself he was reminded of the sadness his omega had felt earlier, of the fucker who had dare insult him and ruin his party.
With this he now had the single minded focus to make Shane feel good. To give everything he could to him. “zolotse,” my teasure Ilya began “let daddy make you feel good now, let your alpha into your cunt” Shane purred into Ilya’s neck at the words, allowing himself to be pulled into a deep kiss, doing nothing more than let Ilya wrap his tongue around his own and claim his mouth. Any previous brattiness had long left Shane, now he was just desperate to be good for his alpha
Shane pulled back and got off Ilya’s lap, tapping Ilya's leg to get him to move them. Ilya pulled his legs back up the bed creating space for Shane, who settled himself on all fours before lowering his front down creating a perfect arch, presenting for his alpha. Ilya was hard again in an instant. He reached a hand out to grip Shane’s ass but his eyes were focused lower. On Shane's beautiful, dripping wet pussy
“Oh, moj omezhka, moj rapsreskrasnyj omega, ty samo sovershenstvo, moya princessa” Oh my omega, my beautiful omega, so perfect, Ilya whispered like he was saying something secret, like what he was seeing was sacred. He rolled himself onto his back and positioned himself underneath Shane's glistening cunt. He gripped onto Shane’s hips and lowered him down so he was hovering millimetres from his face. Shane gasped at the feeling of Ilya’s warm breath up against his throbbing cunt, “Alpha please, I need it” Shane pleaded, trying to push down further but was held still by Ilya. "Don't worry, my princess, I will give everything, always.”
The way Ilya ate Shane’s pussy was worshipful. He held Shane’s hips still, determined to do all the work himself. He laid his tongue flat against his cunt and groaned as slick coated his tongue. He slipped his tongue through the slick wet folds, teasing his tongue into Shane's waiting hole, before leaning his head so he could suck Shane’s clit into his mouth, desperate to make him cum as quickly as possible. He nibbled and licked and sucked around Shane’s clit, allowing slick to leak all over his face.
He moved a hand off of Shane’s hips so he could tease a finger inside Shane. Once Ilya reached his second knuckle inside Shane he started fucking his finger in and out of him. Once Ilya added a second finger he upped the intensity on his clit, sucking and slurping harshly. It took almost no time before Shane’s thighs started shaking and high pitched whines escaped the omega’s lips. With a particularly harsh suck at his clit, Ilya felt Shane tighten around his fingers and knew what was coming. He lifted Shane’s hips up slightly and took his finger out of him, moving them to rub quickly on his clit and open his mouth wide.
Shane came all over Ilya, letting out a sound that could only be described as a scream as he squirted hard directly onto Ilya’s face, drenching Ilya in his cum and his slick. Ilya grabbed Shane’s hip and pulled him down so his cunt directly onto his mouth allowing Shane to pour directly into his mouth. Ilya lapped and slurped at Shane, fucking his tongue deep into his omega’s cunt, getting drunk off Shane’s cum.
Ilya licked and sucked on Shane’s pussy until Shane was completely spent and shanking above him. Ilya was dripping wet and panting as he pulled himself out of his place under Shane. He positioned himself behind Shane, his cock brushing up in between Shane’s cheeks.
He wrapped an arm under Shane and pulled him up into a kiss, Shane unable to do anything more than just hold his mouth open and allow Ilya to use him. Swirl their tongues together while Shane panted and moaned into his mouth.
“Papochka, umoliayu, trachni menya, daj mnye svoich schenochkov, alfa.” Daddy please, fuck me, need you pups alpha. Shane whined as he forced himself out of Ilya’s arms so he could present again, desperate for his alpha to breed and knot him. “Blyat', princessa, do not worry, Daddy will give you everything” Fuck
With Shane in position he wasted no time sinking into him, guiding every inch of his thick cock into his omega. If they hadn’t done this countless times before Shane wouldn’t have been prepared. Backshots from Ilya after he’d only cum once so far were brutal. Ilya’s stamina was unrelenting, and even outside of his ruts he needed 3-4 rounds before feeling satiated.
Once Ilya bottomed out he remained still for a moment, allowing Shane to position himself so he was in the most comfortable position. He rolled his hips back, until just the tip remained inside Shane before slamming back in. He picked up a brutal pace immediately, unable to do anything else. He jackhammered himself into his omega, feral growls erupting from his chest, creating a symphony in the room with the high pitched moans coming from Shane
He reached a hand underneath Shane to begin to stroke his clit, but was immediately distracted by the bulge of his cock appearing and disappearing in time with his thrusts. He pushed down on himself against Shane’s lower tummy. Shane came on his cock immediately, drenching Ilya’s cock in slick, the force of it almost pushing him out. Ilya let out an inhuman sound as Shane clenched around him. Fucking in deep and holding himself there. He draped himself over Shane’s back and started sucking on Shane’s scent gland.
“You feel that omega, that’s me inside you, fucking your womb, gonna put puppies here.” Tears poured out of Shane’s eyes as he laid there moaning and whining, he wanted nothing more than for his alpha to sink his teeth into his neck and mate him. “Alpha, daddy, please bite me, need your pups.” He sobbed desperately, “I know Princessochka , I know, soon I promise, soon I will bite you, claim you, give you everything.” he growled in Shane’s ear before pulling himself back up and took a bruising grip on Shane’s hips
“Ready Princesson'ka? Daddy isn’t going to be able to stop this time.” Ilya said, the last thread of composure ready to snap. “Daddy, breed me, please.” Shane whined, completely gone, rocking his hips back pushing Ilya impossibly deeper.
That was all Ilya needed before he let go. Pounding into Shane with no regard for anything but his own release. Shane’s entire body rocked with the force of Ilya’s thrusts, his knot inflating and catching on every thrust. Shane was a mess of drool and tears as he whined for his alpha’s knot and for his pups.
In no time at all Ilya gave a deep harsh thrust, locking himself into his omega, Ilya howled as he came into Shane. Shooting rope after rope of his hot, thick, alpha cum into him. He felt Shane clench and unclench around his knot as Shane came untouched around him. Milking even more cum from his alpha.
They stayed still for a few moments while they caught their breath. Coming down and recovering before Ilya carefully started to move them. Arranging them in their nest around his knot so he was spooning Shane.
Shane faded from asleep to awake listening to the sound of his alpha’s voice whispering to him in Russian and English.
“Soon Moya princessa , I will bite you, obieshchayu tiebye.” I promise
"Ya raznyesu vyes' mir radi tiebya.” I would destroy everything for you
“I will kill anyone who even looks at you, no one else deserves to see you.”
“So glad you chose me, Moj omega, I will protect you, always.”
Ilya ran his hand through Shane’s sweaty hair, the other one placed gently on his stomach, inflated with Ilya’s cum. He was licking gently at Shane’s scent gland. Soft purrs came out of the omega at his alpha’s attention. Ilya stayed there, his omega in his arms, content to wait until Shane was ready for more.