Forbidden Entanglement with Mafia Alpha

8: Scent

Faith figured out that Magnus wanted her again the moment he started grazing his fingers over her bareback, tracing the line of her spine with featherlight touches.

She turned to look up at the Head Alpha, but he acted as if he was doing nothing, still speaking to party guests about artworks at the gallery. For someone who claimed not to know much about art, Magnus Lawson could keep up conversations about it.

Faith's plan for tonight relied on the fact that Magnus would let his guard down for a few minutes. With this, she pressed a little closer to the Head Alpha's side, knowing her scent would fill his nostrils even more and would even stick to his clothes.

It worked a little too well.

Not even fifteen minutes later, with Magnus' hand still grazing Faith's back, the Head Alpha excused himself from the group.

He asked Faith, "What are you doing for the rest of the night, Faye Moore?"

Around them, the party was still going.

Faith gave a small smirk, one she knew would send the right message to Magnus. "Whatever you want, Head Alpha."

Somewhere in between the art gallery and the after party, Justin Reid—Magnus' second-in-command—had disappeared. Instead, Piolo Cruz had waited outside the reception area and immediately shadowed Magnus Lawson and Faith as they headed to the elevator.

Magnus took Faith to a deluxe room he had pre-booked.

Faith looked back as they walked down a carpeted hallway. She smiled at Piolo, pretending to be blasé about a bodyguard following them. After Magnus pulled out the keycard, he said to his Pack member, "Piolo, keep an eye out."

Piolo's voice was gruff when he replied, "Yes, boss."

Faith knew what the room would look like before she even stepped foot inside. She knew how many windows there were, knew how far the fire exit was from here, knew what objects could be used for a weapon if need be. Faith never allowed her targets to take her to places she had never researched or been to before. That's how she avoided surprises that got her killed.

Still, she had a part to play. "Pretty room," Faith told Magnus, eyes drifting from the queen-sized bed to the black walls with glittering crystals on the edges.

Magnus tugged off his blazer in smooth movements. "I'm glad you think so."

Faith's brows furrowed in genuine confusion. She turned around to face Magnus, who was now on the opposite side of the room and pouring water into two glasses. "Why?"

Magnus, with his back turned, casually admitted, "I've decided to buy this whole place. The paperwork's still processing, but everything looks promising."

The surprise was real this time.

How was Magnus comfortable sharing these things with Faith already? Surely there's a lot of risk involved when telling an outsider the ways in which he invested his illegally-obtained money. Magnus had been pissed that Bilal couldn't keep his mouth shut the night he first stumbled upon Faye Moore, but Magnus hadn't even known Faith for that long either. She certainly hadn't done anything to earn his trust yet.

Faith figured it'd take her at least a few more months to get Magnus to drop some of his guard, but an answer came to her at the next second.

"Your scent is stronger today."

A few seconds passed when Faith couldn't make her mouth work.

Magnus turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, muscles bulging underneath the red fabric of his dress shirt. "Have you ever been with an alpha who was attracted to your scent as much as I am?"

Six out of ten. Faith killed that many alphas from the New Order's Most Wanted List, and not one of them had ever brought up her scent. Probably because they were not that attracted to it, probably because some did not even have time to take her scent in before she killed them.

Probably because none of them were ever compatible to be her mate.

Faith cleared her throat lightly. "I can't say I have."

Magnus looked pleased, and Faith was suddenly flustered.

It didn't help that the Head Alpha suddenly gestured with two fingers. "Come here."

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Faith stepped into Magnus' space.

She justified in her head that her willingness to sleep with him again was just because she wanted to complete her mission today, and not because she wanted him.

His hands wrapped around both her wrists once she was close enough, tracing the delicate inner parts. "First, tell me, do you want this?" His voice was gentle, but his blue eyes were serious.

Fuck, consent was hot. Her past targets usually just assumed she wanted to sleep with them, and the only reason Faith had was because she needed to distract them.

Faith nodded. "I do, yeah."

Magnus' eyes never left hers, even as he brought both her hands closer to his lips, leaving kisses on her knuckles.

Suddenly, "Show me how much you want it."

With his hold on her, Magnus tugged her until Faith nearly lost her balance, crashing right into Magnus' chest. She realized it was done on purpose, so she could feel the tent forming in the Head Alpha's slacks. The apparent arousal sent an immediate shock of want through Faith's spine.

Faith pulled her hands away just so she could slide her right hand downward. She squeezed around the girth and length she already missed (she couldn't even deny it), smirking when Magnus let out a breathy moan.

"This is going to ruin my make-up," Faith mumbled, her red lips inches away from Magnus' mouth.

Magnus huffed in amusement. He placed a hand on Faith's shoulder, his pupils blown wide. "I plan to ruin much more than that, sweetheart." His hand pushed Faith downward, until her knees hit the carpet of the hotel room and she was eye-level with Magnus' crotch. "Good thing you don't need the make-up."

Faith made quick work of Magnus' belt and zipper. Confidently, she pulled down the waistband of Magnus' boxer-briefs to grasp the sizable, half-hard d**k between her fingers. She straightened her back so she could spit directly at the tip, hearing Magnus' noise of appreciation. With her other hand, Faith worked her saliva over the length, until both her hands met. She moved them in tandem, making sure to glide her thumb over the now weeping head every once in a while.

Magnus' hands gripped tightly onto the counter behind him. "f**k, Faye. I can smell how turned on you are right now."

Faith paused for a second, then continued what she was doing.

Shit, she was turned on. Magnu's length felt warm in her hold, the size of it too appealing and making Faith's entire lower body heat up, wanting it inside her again. She didn't know alphas could smell horniness on humans.

Or maybe it was because Magnus and Faith were a special case.

Faith pushed the thought away and, instead, put her mouth to work.

She licked over the leaking tip before enveloping her lips around the whole head. A groan escaped from Magnus as soon as she took more of him in, stopping only when his head hit the back of her throat.

Faith moved her head and hands together, bobbing them so she covered every inch of Magnus. As expected, her red lipstick was immediately leaving smears on his hard d**k, but Magnus did not seem to mind.

"s**t, that's good, baby." The Head Alpha really didn't seem to mind, if the way his hand gripped at Faith's platinum blonde hair was any indication. "Want it that much, huh?"

Faith's eyes were already watery, but not as much as they would be if she was deep-throating the Head Alpha. Knowing the type of reaction she'd get, Faith looked up, purposefully making her eyes even more doe-like and blinking rapidly so the tears would start to fall.

Magnus was looking down at her like she was a marvel. "Beautiful. You look so good with my d**k inside you."

Faith varied her tempo and the amount of speed she was using to get Magnus off. But as much as she enjoyed how responsive Magnus was, Faith's jaw was already beginning to feel sore.

She braced herself when Magnus' thrust began to grow erratic, his grip on her hair tightening even more. He came into her mouth, his tip pushing past her throat just enough to make Faith gag a little. Faith swallowed though, barely tasting the c*m.

Magnus had an unsurprisingly short recovery period before he was pulling his slacks back up and sweeping Faith off her feet—literally. Faith, feeling winded from the blowjob, yelped as Magnus carried her bridal style without warning, making her giggle.

She caught Magnus smiling at her, the inevitable post-orgasm glow taking effect. He didn't speak until they reached the bed. Magnus carefully lowered Faith on the edge.

Without any prompting at all, Magnus knelt on one knee in front of Faith, like he was getting ready to run a race. Or proposing.

Faith's hands smoothed out over the soft duvet cover, tilting her head curiously when Magnus' large hands grabbed her calf, lifting her lower leg.

The Head Alpha placed Faith's foot over his bent knee. Then, he pulled the strap of Faith's high-heels off, in an unexpected show of domesticity.

Faith blinked. She was pretty sure her mascara and eyeliner were smeared, but if Magnus was taking off her shoes for her, then she guessed the Head Alpha really did not give a crap about how she looked at the moment.

"You told me people don't describe you as nice?" Faith teased, flirting.

The photos of Magnus and his men's crimes flashed in Faith's head like a collage. All those dead bodies, all those ruined lives...

Magnus answered, "They don't." He placed Faith's now bare left feet onto the carpet just as gently as he'd done earlier before placing her right foot over his knee. "I'm not doing this because I'm nice."

Faith's brows furrowed. "Then why have you been so nice to me?"

"You gave me a blowjob. A mind-blowing one, at that."

The crudeness made Faith snort, rather unattractively in her opinion. Her hand flew over her (probably also smeared) lipstick-covered mouth.

But the way Magnus' eyes lit up as he kept staring up at Faith gave away that he found it charming.

Once her other heel was off, Magnus moved forward on both knees this time, crowding Faith at the edge of the bed, his hands placed on either side of her hips. He was eye-level with Faith in this position, so it was easy for Faith to tell that the mafia boss was serious when he suddenly said, "You didn't squirt last time."

Faith felt bamboozled before she got her expression and reaction under control. "W-What?"

Magnus' face remained solemn. It meant he was not simply messing around to continue lightening up the mood between them. He was genuinely curious. "I was waiting for you to. Figured you didn't enjoy it as much as I assumed you did... plus you left so soon, without so much as a goodbye."

Their proximity was making it hard to think clearly.

Faith placed one hand over Magnus' chest, where his heart was (his heartbeat was slightly faster than normal). She snaked her other hand up Magnus' nape, threading her fingers into his hair. Not wanting to offend the alpha about what was apparently a serious topic for him, Faith mimicked his tone, "It's... strangely thoughtful of you to bring this up. But you have nothing to fear, Magnus. I definitely enjoyed it." A slight chuckle came out of her mouth, just at the absurdity of the situation. "I just... I don't think I can squirt during s*x? I've never experienced it, not even by myself." That was true at least.

Whatever response Faith was preparing for, the last thing she would have ever expected to hear was, "You think you can't squirt, huh?"

That was the only warning Faith got before Magnus began eating her out.

He hadn't bothered to take off her dress, just sliding her black lace panties off, leaving light kisses on her legs before the Head Alpha cupped underneath both her knees to spread Faith's legs.

He was using that wicked tongue on her sensitive folds again, and as soon as he tried to lick deeper into her, his nose bumped Faith's c******s, making her shiver and moan in delight, her torso lowering all the way back until she hit the mattress.

She came like that, with Magnus keeping her legs open no matter how much the rest of her body writhed in pleasure, her hands subconsciously cupping at her breasts to rub her n*****s underneath her bra and dress.

Faith was sure she didn't squirt, but it was a great orgasm nevertheless. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, building up the air to tell Magnus as much, but before Faith could even speak, one of Magnus' hands left his hold under her knee, instead placing her calf over his shoulder.

Then, Magnus' wet fingers were there, making Faith whimper in overstimulation. But Magnus did not stop, easily inserting one finger into her.

One turned into two, but instead of stretching her out completely, he focused on finding her g-sport and keeping constant pressure on it.

Since Faith knew Magnus was trying to prove a point, she let him do what he wanted, enjoying the little jolts her body produced whenever he brushed over that sensitive bundle within her. His accuracy was impeccable.

Faith orgasmed while moaning Magnus' name, and while she was certainly wet at this point, she still didn't feel herself squirting.

"Breathe," Magnus said after Faith calmed down from her second orgasm.

Faith was already taking greedy gulps of air. She nodded anyway. "I... I don't know... if I can take much more... in such a short period." She's never had the experience to say otherwise.

Magnus only raised a brow, like he knew Faith was wrong.

He gave her a moment, but then he was back at it. This time, he used three thick fingers and his mouth on her clit.

It was nothing new from things she'd experienced before, but Magnus' technique was quickly pulling her closer to her third orgasm in record speed.

That's when Faith felt it; a different sensation building low in her stomach... and her bladder.

"Ohh, ohh! Magnus, Mag-mmm!" Faith gripped the sheets, her breathing erratic and her hips pushing down on his fingers as fast as she could, seeking more of the delicious pleasure that nearly bordered on pain. "Yes, f**k, I think I-I'm–"

They were both sweating at this point, but Magnus was not slowing down at all. "Show me how wet you can be."

The words push Faith over the edge, and in the midst of her electrifying orgasm, she feels another type of release—one she also had no control over. It was different, sure, but it was just as satisfying, just as relieving as any orgasm.

She felt wetness coating her inner thighs.

Magnus pumped his fingers into her until she stopped squirting.

He smirked at Faith as soon as she had recovered enough to have her focus back. "I'll get you some water, then I'm going to f**k you until you squirt again."