The interrogation room sat three levels below the main compound.
Steel walls.
One table.
Two chairs.
A one-way mirror.
Nikolai stood at the head of the table while the remaining lieutenants filed in.
Julian stayed at his right shoulder, the bandage under his shirt still tight, the wound a dull throb that he ignored.
The oldest lieutenant spoke first.
“We lost twelve men last night.
Someone sold the vault codes.
The only people who had access were in this room or dead.
That leaves questions.” Eyes moved to Julian.
The new bodyguard.
The one who had been closest to Nikolai for days.
The one whose scent still clung faintly under the fresh blockers.
Nikolai’s voice cut through the silence.
“Julian is not the mole.” “With respect,” another man said, “he is the newest.
He has access.
And he smells like—” “Like mine.” Nikolai’s tone dropped.
“I claimed him.
Publicly.
Right now.
In front of all of you.” The room went still.
Nikolai turned to Julian.
“On your knees.” Julian met his eyes for half a second, then dropped.
The concrete was cold through his pants.
Nikolai stepped in front of him, one hand settling on the back of his neck.
“This Omega belongs to me,” Nikolai said to the room.
“He sleeps in my bed.
He takes my cock.
He wears my scent.
If any of you question his loyalty again, you question me.
And I do not tolerate that.” No one spoke.
Nikolai’s fingers tightened in Julian’s hair.
“Open your mouth.
Show them how well you serve.” Julian opened.
Nikolai unzipped and pulled his cock free, already hardening.
He pushed into Julian’s mouth in front of every man in the room, slow and deep, until the head pressed the back of Julian’s throat.
“Look at them while you take it,” Nikolai ordered quietly.
“Let them see exactly who you belong to.” Julian’s eyes stayed open.
The lieutenants watched in silence as Nikolai fucked his mouth with deliberate strokes.
Saliva ran down Julian’s chin.
His own cock thickened hard inside his pants, the public ownership hitting him deeper than the pain in his side.
Nikolai pulled out after a long minute and wiped the head across Julian’s lips.
“Good.
Now stand.
Hands on the table.
Pants down.” Julian rose, turned, and shoved his pants to mid-thigh.
He braced both hands on the metal table.
Nikolai stepped in behind him, spit on his fingers, and pushed two inside without warning.
Julian was already slick.
The room could hear the wet sound of it.
“Soaked,” Nikolai said, loud enough for everyone.
“This is what he does for me.
This is what he will keep doing.
And none of you will touch him.
None of you will question him.
He is my property.” He pulled his fingers free, lined up, and sank into Julian with one hard thrust.
Julian’s forehead dropped toward the table.
Nikolai set a deep, steady rhythm, each stroke deliberate and claiming.
“Tell them,” Nikolai ordered.
Julian’s voice came out rough.
“I belong to Nikolai.” “Louder.” “I belong to Nikolai.
I take his cock.
I carry his come.
I am not the mole.” Nikolai’s hand reached around and stroked Julian’s cock in time with his thrusts.
“You’re going to come in front of them.
Show them how completely you submit to me.” Julian’s body obeyed.
The combination of the public eyes, the deep stretch, and the possessive grip pulled the orgasm out of him fast and hard.
He came across the table with a broken sound, body locking tight around Nikolai.
Nikolai followed a few strokes later, burying himself deep and flooding him in full view of the room.
He stayed inside for a long moment, one hand still on the back of Julian’s neck.
“Any further questions about his loyalty?” Nikolai asked the lieutenants.
No one answered.
“Good.
Get out.
All of you.
I am not finished with him.” The men filed out in silence.
The door sealed.
Nikolai pulled out slowly, watching his come drip down the inside of Julian’s thigh.
He turned Julian around, lifted him onto the edge of the table, and stepped between his spread legs.
“You did well,” Nikolai said.
“But I am not done claiming you.” He pushed back in with one smooth thrust.
Julian’s head dropped to his shoulder.
Nikolai fucked him slower this time, deeper, one hand braced on the table, the other wrapped around Julian’s cock that was already trying to harden again.
“They all saw,” Nikolai murmured against his ear.
“They all know you’re mine.
Every time they look at you from now on they will remember you on your knees with my cock in your throat.
They will remember you bent over this table taking everything I gave you.
And they will never question you again.” Julian’s hands gripped Nikolai’s shirt.
“You made a spectacle of me.” “I made you untouchable.
And I made sure every Alpha in that room understands that if they come near you I will put them down.” Nikolai thrust harder.
“Now come for me again.
Private this time.
Just for me.” Julian’s second orgasm built under the steady, relentless pace.
He came with a quiet, wrecked sound, spilling between them.
Nikolai followed, flooding him a second time, then stayed buried deep while their breathing slowed.
“You’re staying in my quarters from now on,” Nikolai said.
“No separate room.
No distance.
If the mole is still out there, they will have to go through me to reach you.
And if anyone looks at you the wrong way again, I will bend you over in front of them a second time just to remind them.” Julian’s voice was hoarse.
“Understood.” Nikolai kissed him once, deep and proprietary, then helped him stand and fixed his clothes with careful hands.
The bandage over the wound had held.
The claim had not been gentle, but it had been absolute.
Outside the interrogation room the syndicate returned to hunting their traitor.
Inside, Julian carried the fresh weight of Nikolai’s come and the public knowledge that he was no longer just the bodyguard.
He was property.
Claimed.
And for the first time, the risk of his cover felt secondary to the way Nikolai’s hand stayed locked around his wrist as they walked out together.
Give me more motivation!