The double doors swung open, revealing a vast master suite. Every surface glittered, from the silk covers on the king-sized bed to the mirrored wall opposite. The only other furniture was a long, low table and a pair of leather seats that formed a small sitting area. It was an utterly empty, utterly impersonal space, a stage set for a single scene.
Jake deposited Felix on his feet, his hands still on the Omega's slender hips. His eyes swept down the smaller boy, taking in the way the school uniform hung on his slender frame. There was a hint of disgust in his expression.
Jake's lip curled faintly as he assessed Felix. "This," he said, tugging at the shirt of the uniform, "is not staying on."
Felix bristled, the submission of moments ago giving way to a familiar brattiness. "Excuse me? This cost a lot of money."
Jake raised an eyebrow, his touch tightening, no longer gentle. "And it looks cheap. Take it off."
A sharp intake of breath, a protest forming at the back of Felix's throat, was cut off by the sudden pressure of Jake's hand gripping his hair, fingers woven into the silky strands.
"You've forgotten the rules, haven't you, doll?" Jake's voice was low, dangerous. "I give the orders. And you obey. No arguments. No backtalking. Now, let go of that ridiculous uniform, or I'll remove it myself. And I won't be gentle."
Felix swallowed hard, the defiance in his eyes flaring before yielding to something more primal, more instinctive. He reached up, slipping the school tie from around his neck and tossing it to the floor.
His hands moved to the top button of his shirt. Fingers trembling, he undid the first button, then the second, revealing a strip of pale skin beneath.
Jake watched, golden eyes glittering with barely contained possessiveness. "Good," he rasped. "Keep going."
Felix's fingers moved down the line of buttons, each unbuttoning accompanied by a soft *pop*. The shirt dropped open, exposing more of his slender form to Jake's searing gaze. He looked small, fragile, compared to the powerful man standing before him, an image that seemed to please Jake immensely.
"That's it," he murmured, stepping forward, circling Felix like a shark scenting blood. "Keep going. Show me what's mine."
With the last button freed, the shirt slipped from Felix's shoulders, pooling on the floor. He was left in his boxers and socks, the pale skin of his chest marked by a smattering of freckles. A small shiver ran through him, not entirely from the chill in the air.
Jake inhaled deeply, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. He reached out, his hand tracing the curve of Felix's collarbone, following the contour of his ribs.
His hand moved lower, fingertips following the trail of freckles across Felix's stomach, stopping just above the line of his boxers.
"Beautiful," Jake murmured, his gaze roaming over the younger boy's body with an air of ownership. He stepped closer, closing the last of the distance between them, his muscled frame pressing Felix back against the cool glass of the mirrored wall.
Felix gasped as his bare back hit the glass, trapped between a cold surface and the heat of Jake's body. The older man's scent was nearly overwhelming now, a heady mix of rut and desire that made it hard to think.
Jake leaned in, his nose grazing the sensitive skin of Felix's neck. He inhaled deeply, his lips hovering over the Omega's scent gland, a pulse point that was already swelling with heat.
"You're marked," Jake growled, his voice thick with hunger. His teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive skin of Felix's neck, sending a jolt of electricity through the younger boy's body. "But not mine yet."
Felix whimpered, tilting his head to the side in instinctive submission, offering more access. His hands fluttered nervously before settling on Jake's biceps, fingers curling into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket.
"So responsive," Jake purred approvingly. One hand slid down Felix's hip while the other gripped his chin, forcing their eyes to meet—molten gold boring into wide, dilated pupils. "Tell me what you want."
"Y-you," Felix stammered breathlessly. "I want... I need—" He broke off with a sharp gasp as Jake's hand dipped lower, cupping him firmly through the thin cotton of his boxers.
"Good boy." Jake rewarded him with a slow grind against his thigh before stepping back just enough to lock their gaze again. With deliberate slowness—with practiced ease—he began unbuttoning his own shirt.
Each button revealed more sculpted chest dusted with dark hair until finally he shrugged out of it entirely and let it fall forgotten behind him.
Even in the cool darkness of the room, Jake's form was like a beacon. Every muscle on his body was lean, toned, the result of years of dedication to physical perfection. The light from the windows threw shadows across his bare chest, emphasizing every plane and hollow. The sight was almost overwhelming. He smirked, watching Felix's face flush deeper, the scent of the Omega's arousal becoming even more potent, thick as honey in the air.
"You like what you see, doll?" he purred.