The final mission briefing ended at dusk.
The rival boss had been located.
The strike team would move at midnight.
Julian stood at Nikolai’s side through every word of the plan, body still carrying the ache of the public claiming and the deeper throb of the healing wound.
They returned to Nikolai’s private quarters to gear up.
The door sealed.
The moment the lock engaged, Julian’s knees almost buckled.
Heat hit him like a wall.
It started low in his gut, then spread fast and mean, flooding his system with pure need.
His cock hardened so quickly it hurt.
Slick ran down the inside of his thighs before he could even reach for the wall.
His scent exploded into the room, thick and sweet and desperate.
Nikolai turned at the sound of his sharp inhale.
“Julian?” “It’s happening.” Julian’s voice came out rough.
“Heat.
Full cycle.
Now.” Nikolai crossed the room in three strides and caught him before he dropped.
“Look at me.
How bad?” “Bad.” Julian’s hips pushed forward on instinct, seeking friction.
“I can’t think.
I need—” “I know what you need.” Nikolai’s hand cupped the back of his neck, grounding and possessive at once.
“You’re going into Heat right before we hit the rival compound.
Your body picked the worst possible time.” Julian’s fingers fumbled at Nikolai’s belt.
“Please.
I can’t wait.
It hurts.” Nikolai shoved him back onto the bed and stripped him with quick, efficient hands.
Julian’s cock slapped against his stomach, already leaking steadily.
Slick soaked the sheets the second his legs spread.
Nikolai pushed two fingers into him and found him open, dripping, clenching hard around the intrusion.
“Fuck.
You’re burning up.” Nikolai scissored his fingers once, then pulled them free.
“I’m going to take the edge off so you can still function tonight.
But this is only the start.
Once the mission is done I’m locking us in here until the Heat breaks.” Julian reached for him.
“Now.
Please.
Inside.
I need it.” Nikolai shoved his own pants down, lined up, and sank into him with one long thrust.
Julian’s back arched off the bed with a broken cry.
The stretch was everything his body had been screaming for.
Nikolai started moving immediately, deep and hard, the wet sound of it filthy and loud.
“That’s it.
Take it.
You’re so fucking wet I can feel it running down my balls.” Nikolai gripped his thighs and pushed them wider.
“This Heat is mine.
Every drop of slick.
Every time you clench.
Every time you beg.
All of it belongs to me.” Julian’s hands scrambled at Nikolai’s back.
“Harder.
Please.
I need more.” Nikolai gave it to him.
The bed frame slammed against the wall.
Julian came first, sudden and violent, cock pulsing untouched between them.
Nikolai didn’t stop.
He fucked him straight through the orgasm and into the next wave of need that rose almost immediately.
“Again,” Nikolai ordered.
“You’re not done.
Heat Omegas don’t get to stop after one.” Julian’s second orgasm tore through him less than a minute later.
He sobbed with it, body locking down around Nikolai’s cock.
Nikolai growled low and kept thrusting, chasing his own release, then buried himself deep and flooded him with a heavy pulse of come.
It wasn’t enough.
Julian’s hips kept moving, restless, still desperate.
“More,” he whispered.
“Please.
It’s not enough.” Nikolai pulled out, rolled him onto his stomach, and pushed back in from behind.
He draped himself over Julian’s back, one arm locked around his chest, the other hand wrapping around his oversensitive cock.
“I’ve got you,” Nikolai murmured against his ear.
“I’m going to keep you full until the worst of this wave passes.
Then we’re going to gear up and finish the mission.
After that I am going to knot you properly and keep you on my cock until the Heat is over.
Understand?” Julian’s answer was a broken moan as Nikolai started thrusting again.
The angle hit deeper.
Every stroke dragged against the place that made his vision white out.
Slick and come leaked around Nikolai’s cock with every movement, soaking the sheets further.
“You’re going to come one more time for me,” Nikolai said.
“Then I’m going to plug you with my fingers so you stay open and wet for later.
We have a war to win tonight.
But right now the only thing that matters is how many times I can make you break before we leave this room.” Julian came a third time with a ragged cry, body shaking apart under Nikolai.
Nikolai followed, grinding deep and filling him again.
He stayed inside while their breathing slowed, then carefully pulled out and pushed three fingers back into Julian’s loose, dripping hole, holding them there.
“Stay like this,” Nikolai said.
“Open.
Full of me.
I’m going to clean us up just enough to put clothes on.
You’re going to walk into that final briefing still smelling like Heat and my come.
And every Alpha on the team is going to know exactly who put you in this state.” Julian’s voice was wrecked.
“The mission—” “We finish the mission.
Then I finish you.” Nikolai kissed the back of his neck, right over the scent gland that was flushed and swollen.
“You’re mine, Julian.
Heat or no Heat.
Bullet wound or no bullet wound.
Public claim or private.
And when this cycle peaks properly I’m going to mark you so deep you never forget it.” He worked his fingers slowly inside him while Julian trembled through the aftershocks.
Outside the quarters the strike team prepared for war.
Inside, the air was thick with Omega Heat and the absolute certainty that neither of them would walk away from this unchanged.
The mission went sideways two hours in.
The rival compound had more men than the intel claimed.
Julian took a grazing shot to the same side as the earlier wound and still put three of them down before Nikolai dragged him into the secondary safehouse three blocks away.
The door sealed.
The locks engaged.
The outside world disappeared.
Then the Heat peaked.