The ambush hit two blocks from the compound.
Gunfire cracked across the street.
Julian shoved Nikolai into the armored car, took the wheel, and drove hard.
Three cars tried to box them in.
Julian lost two of them in the warehouse district and put a bullet through the third driver’s window before cutting into the underground entrance of the safehouse.
The heavy door sealed behind them.
The lights came on low and red.
Reinforced walls.
No windows.
One exit, coded.
Nikolai leaned against the concrete, breathing steady but eyes sharp.
“How many?” “Four teams.
Coordinated.
Someone sold the route.” Julian checked the perimeter cameras on the wall panel.
Clear.
He turned back and Nikolai was already closing the distance.
“You’re bleeding.” Julian looked down.
A thin line of blood ran along his forearm where a fragment had caught him.
“It’s nothing.” Nikolai caught his wrist and pulled him under the brighter light near the sink.
“Take the shirt off.” Julian stripped it over his head.
Nikolai’s fingers pressed around the cut, cleaning it with a cloth from the med kit.
The touch was firm.
Clinical at first.
Then it slowed.
“Your pulse is still high,” Nikolai said.
“Adrenaline.
Or something else.” Julian kept his voice flat.
“I’m fine.” Nikolai’s thumb stroked once over the inside of his wrist.
“You’re not.
I can smell it starting to come through.
The blockers are thinning.” Julian’s jaw tightened.
“Stress accelerates the breakdown.
It’ll hold.” Nikolai stepped in closer until their chests almost touched.
“Will it?
Because right now you smell like you did when I had you against that wall.
Sweet.
Open.
Ready.” Julian’s cock twitched at the memory.
He didn’t step back.
Nikolai’s hand slid from his wrist up his bare arm, over his shoulder, and settled at the back of his neck.
“You saved my life tonight.
That means I get to decide how we burn off the rest of this adrenaline.” “That’s not protocol.” “Fuck protocol.
We’re locked in a concrete box with no one coming until morning.
You’re hard again.
I can see it.” Julian glanced down.
The front of his pants was strained.
Nikolai reached between them and cupped him through the fabric, squeezing once.
“Still pretending it’s just the fight?” Julian’s breath left him in a short exhale.
“No.” “Good.” Nikolai unzipped him and pulled his cock free.
His hand wrapped around it, stroking slow and tight.
“You’re already wet at the tip.
Look at that.” Julian’s hips rolled into the grip before he could stop them.
Nikolai leaned in and bit the side of his neck, just hard enough to sting, right over the scent gland.
“You’re going to fuck me this time,” Nikolai said against his skin.
“I want to feel how desperate an undercover Omega gets when the Alpha he is supposed to protect pins him down and tells him to take what he needs.” Julian’s head snapped up.
“You want me to—” “Yes.
Hard.
Deep.
Until you stop thinking about the shooters and the cover and whatever else is running through that pretty head.
Until the only thing left is how tight I am around your cock.” Nikolai shoved his own pants down and turned, bracing both hands on the metal table in the center of the room.
He looked back over his shoulder.
“Come here.” Julian stepped in.
He spat on his fingers and pushed two into Nikolai.
The Alpha was hot and tight, but he opened for him with a low sound.
Julian worked him open fast, too worked up for patience.
Then he lined up and sank in with one long thrust.
Nikolai’s head dropped forward.
“Fuck.
Yes.
Just like that.” Julian gripped his hips and started moving.
Deep strokes.
The wet sound of it filled the small room.
Nikolai pushed back to meet every thrust, growling low in his chest.
“Harder.
I can take it.
Give me everything you were holding back on the street.” Julian snapped his hips forward harder.
The table scraped against the floor.
Nikolai’s scent flooded the space, heavy and dominant, mixing with the thinner sweetness of Julian’s own.
Julian’s control frayed.
He reached around and stroked Nikolai’s cock in time with his thrusts.
“You’re going to come first,” Julian said, voice rough.
“I want to feel you tighten around me when you do.” Nikolai laughed once, breathless.
“Bossy for an Omega who was on his knees for me twelve hours ago.” “Shut up and take it.” Julian fucked him faster.
Nikolai’s arms flexed against the table.
His cock throbbed in Julian’s hand.
Then he came hard, spilling over Julian’s fingers and onto the floor, his body clamping down in tight pulses.
Julian followed a second later, burying himself deep and flooding him with a broken sound.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard.
Nikolai reached back and gripped Julian’s thigh, keeping him there.
“We’re not done,” Nikolai said.
“I can still feel how hard you are.
Pull out.
Sit on the table.” Julian did.
Nikolai turned, dropped to his knees between Julian’s spread legs, and took his half-hard cock into his mouth.
He sucked him clean of their combined mess, tongue working over the sensitive head until Julian was fully hard again and panting.
Nikolai pulled off with a wet sound.
“Lie back.” Julian lay back on the cool metal.
Nikolai climbed up, straddled him, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
He started riding him slow at first, then harder, using Julian’s body for his own pleasure.
His hands pinned Julian’s wrists above his head.
“You’re mine for the night,” Nikolai said.
“Every time you start thinking about the ambush or the mole or how close you are to being found out, I’m going to put you back inside me until you can’t think at all.
Understand?” Julian’s hips jerked up.
“Yes.” “Say it properly.” “I’m yours for the night.” Nikolai smiled and rode him harder.
The safehouse stayed sealed.
Outside, the city kept moving.
Inside, the only sounds were skin on skin, low curses, and the wet slide of Julian’s cock burying itself over and over in the Alpha who was supposed to be his assignment.
By the time Nikolai finally let him come again, Julian’s blockers were failing in earnest, his scent thick in the air, and neither of them cared enough to stop.