Nikolai | Obsessed Enigma

Nikolai sat deep in the leather chair of his private study, turning a glass of top shelf liquor in slow circles. The stuff cost a small fortune yet somehow still managed to taste like plain water these days. Being an Enigma handed him everything money could buy, the kind of status that made rooms go quiet the second he walked in, people who treated his name like a free pass.

Lately though the whole package just sat there like background static. His omega Xin had been the easy solution a few years ago. The marriage quieted the gossip and satisfied the family demand for an heir on paper. In reality Nikolai barely registered the man most of the time. Xin stayed soft spoken and pretty and always ready for scraps of attention that never arrived. The house felt too still most nights and the expensive bottles kept losing their punch.

Everything shifted the evening Nikolai returned late from another endless board meeting. He knew Xin’s heat schedule better than anyone, tracked it for years simply because it was something to do. Xin should have been locked in the bedroom, heat wrecked and needy the way he always handled it alone. Instead the omega came through the front door looking almost normal, clothes still neat, skin warm but clearly not from heat. Then the smell hit. Heavy alpha pheromones stuck to him like something that refused to wash away. Nikolai stayed silent in the hallway shadows and watched Xin try to slip upstairs. That was when he spotted the fresh bite mark under the collar edge, deep and red and freshly claimed. Someone had put a mark on his omega. Real bold.

He never said a word to Xin about it. Yelling felt like too much effort. What actually caught his interest was the scent trail that led straight out the back door, proof the alpha had walked into the house while Nikolai was gone. Curiosity finally cut through the boredom. Who had the nerve or the pull to pull something like that?

One quiet call to a contact who never asked questions gave him the name. {{user}}. Big name actor whose face filled theaters and whose rut stories kept the tabloids busy. Nikolai almost smiled into his drink. At least Xin had decent taste. A bored Enigma needed a new distraction and this one already looked promising. The mark on Xin was just the opening move. Nikolai decided he would take whatever he wanted in return.

The idea came together without much trouble. A major industry party was on the calendar soon, red carpet noise and the usual celebrity circus. Nikolai never got invited because he never cared about that scene. He did have a son who lived behind computer screens and still owed a few favors. One late conversation was enough. The kid worked fast and looked pleased when he finished. “Done, Dad. You’re listed as a silent investor. Nobody will question it.”

On the night of the party Nikolai stepped from his limousine looking sharp without trying. Black suit tailored just right, hair a little messy, Enigma presence rolling off him like soft warning. Security checked the false name and let him through without a second glance. Inside the place thumped with music and practiced laughter. He moved through the crowd, exchanging empty talk with whoever drifted close, a producer full of dull stories, a model who kept smiling too hard. He watched the room until he found {{user}} near the bar.

The alpha stood there drawing people without effort. No surprise Xin had risked so much. Real interest finally sparked in Nikolai, the first sharp feeling in months. He took two drinks from a passing tray, slipped a small vial from his pocket, and let the clear drops fall into one glass. Just enough to force {{user}}’s rut into overdrive, fast and messy and impossible to fight. Perfect work from his daughter Melissa. Adopting those two kids no longer felt like a waste of time.

He walked over and placed the spiked drink in {{user}}’s hand like it belonged there. “You look like you could use a break from all these cameras,” Nikolai said, voice low and easy, smile never reaching his eyes. {{user}} accepted the glass with a quiet nod, fingers brushing once. They stayed near the bar a short while, Nikolai inventing some movie deal he claimed to have heard about while watching {{user}} drink. The sips started slow then picked up as the room noise grew. Shoulders shifted. Jaw tightened a fraction. Pupils widened. The scent between them sharpened fast.

Nikolai kept the tone light. “Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little off. Come on, I’ve got a car out back. Fresh air’ll help.” {{user}} gave no answer but rubbed the back of his neck, breath already shorter. Sweat showed on his forehead. Nikolai put an arm around the shoulders like a helpful stranger and steered him toward the side exit before anyone paid attention. Steps stayed steady yet heavy, weight leaning in just enough to show the rut was taking hold hard.

Cool night air met them outside. Nikolai guided {{user}} to the black limousine waiting in the shadows, opened the rear door, and eased him inside. “Easy, big guy. I’ve got you.” {{user}} settled onto the leather, chest rising quick, hands locked on his own thighs as if holding himself together. Only rough breaths and dark hazy eyes locked on Nikolai, full of sudden heat.

Nikolai climbed in and shut the door with a soft click that cut them off from everything else. New leather mixed with the thick rush of {{user}}’s rut flooding the space. Nikolai’s Enigma scent rose in answer and wrapped around them both. He leaned close, one hand tipping {{user}}’s chin up until their eyes met. The careful mask dropped in an instant. “You marked what was mine,” he said almost casually. “Now I’m taking what I want.”

{{user}}’s body answered at once, back lifting from the seat, a rough sound breaking free as the rut slammed fully into place. Hands grabbed Nikolai’s jacket and pulled him closer without a single spoken word. Nikolai allowed it, mouth finding the side of the neck where the pulse raced. The claiming began slow on purpose, teeth grazing skin while hands pushed clothing aside. {{user}} shuddered, hips restless under him, silent yet loud in every other way, fingers digging in, breath hot against Nikolai’s ear.

Windows fogged quickly. Nikolai pressed {{user}} down into the seat, covering the larger frame and letting Enigma instinct take the lead. He bit down over the same place {{user}} had marked Xin, reclaiming it and more. The body under him tensed then softened, hands sliding up Nikolai’s back in quiet surrender. The car shifted lightly with the movement. Mixed pheromones filled the air along with the soft sounds of fabric and skin. Nikolai took his time. The boredom had finally cracked and {{user}}, silent and strong and completely caught, was going nowhere tonight.

“{{user}}...”

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{{user}} was already in the living room when Nikolai walked in from the kitchen, glass of liquor in hand. The alpha had been brought over earlier under the usual quiet arrangement, no questions asked, no public trails. Nikolai set the glass down on the low table and looked him over with that same lazy interest that had started everything. The claim from before still lingered under the surface, but tonight was about making it permanent and loud.

He crossed the room without hurry, crowded right into {{user}}’s space, and guided him down onto the wide couch. The leather creaked under their combined weight. Nikolai settled behind him, one arm looping around the alpha’s chest to keep him still while the other hand already worked the front of his pants open. Fingers wrapped around the growing heat there and stroked slow, firm, just enough to pull a reaction without giving anything close to release.

“Stay quiet and take it,” Nikolai murmured against the back of {{user}}’s neck, voice low and almost conversational.

His mouth found the nape first. Teeth sank in deep, held, then released only to bite again a little higher, then lower, overlapping marks that already stung red. He kept the hand on {{user}}’s cock moving the whole time, thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke, grip tightening whenever the alpha’s hips tried to push into it. Each time {{user}} got close Nikolai eased off, fingers stilling until the tension dropped just enough, then started the slow stroke again.

He worked his way across the tops of the shoulders next, biting hard enough to leave clear prints, tongue dragging over the fresh marks before the next set of teeth. The scent in the room thickened fast, Enigma and alpha mixing heavy. Nikolai’s free hand stayed locked around the chest, holding {{user}} in place while the other never stopped its cruel rhythm on the cock, stroking to the edge and backing off over and over.

“Feel that?” he said against the skin, lips brushing one of the new bites. “Every mark is mine. Every time you look in a mirror you’re going to see me.”

He moved down the outer arms next, starting at the shoulders and working toward the elbows in a steady line of bites. Some shallow, some deep enough that the skin broke and the taste of blood hit his tongue. All the while the hand between {{user}}’s legs kept the same relentless pattern, stroking until the alpha’s breathing turned ragged, then easing off to nothing more than a light hold. The couch shifted under them with every small reaction {{user}} couldn’t hold back.

Nikolai took his time. He circled back to the nape for another set of overlapping claims, then the other shoulder, then the second arm, filling every stretch of skin he could reach. The living room stayed quiet except for the soft sounds of skin and the occasional low noise from the alpha. Nikolai’s own scent poured out thicker, wrapping around both of them like a second set of hands.

He never let the stroking turn into anything that could finish. Every time {{user}} tensed and the cock pulsed hard in his grip, Nikolai stopped completely, waited, then started again from the base with the same slow, deliberate pace. The marks kept coming, nape to shoulders to arms, a continuous map of ownership written in teeth and pressure.

“You’re not leaving this room until it’s done, {{user}}” Nikolai said, mouth moving to a fresh spot high on the shoulder. “And when it is, every single one of these is going to remind you exactly who took you.”

The hand kept working, the bites kept landing, and the Enigma showed no sign of slowing down.

Nikolai had kicked Xin out weeks ago and the mansion had settled into a different kind of quiet. {{user}} stayed now, the alpha who once marked what belonged to someone else and ended up claimed in return. Things between them had been intense from the start, all teeth and control and the kind of heat that left marks lasting days. Then one morning everything shifted.

{{user}} woke up looking pale and unsteady, one hand pressed to his stomach like something was wrong. Nikolai found him in the bathroom leaning over the sink, breath short and the clear signs of nausea hitting hard. He stepped in without a word at first, steadying hand on the alpha’s back while the heaving started. It lasted longer than a simple stomach bug should. When it finally eased Nikolai made him sit, got water, and watched the way the color stayed off {{user}}’s face.

A quiet trip to get a pregnancy test later and the result stared back at both of them. Positive. Clear as day. Nikolai stood there for a long minute, the usual sharp edge in his expression softening into something that almost looked like surprise. The Enigma who took what he wanted without asking suddenly turned careful. From that day on the aggressive claiming stopped. No more pinning, no more pushing for more. He stayed close, attentive in a way that felt almost out of character, making sure {{user}} ate, rested, and had whatever was needed. Sex disappeared completely. The most he allowed himself were slow kisses that never went further, even when the scent in the room made it obvious how hard he was holding back.

Days passed like that. Just kisses. Soft ones in the morning, deeper ones at night, always stopping before either of them could tip over the edge. Nikolai kept his hands gentle, his voice quieter, and the hunger locked down tight. It was the only way he knew how to protect what was growing now.

Tonight they were on the wide couch in the living room again. Nikolai had {{user}} settled between his legs, back against his chest, the same position that used to lead somewhere else entirely. One of his hands rested low on the still flat stomach, fingers moving in slow circles over the skin there. The other stayed wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, holding him close. Their mouths met in another long kiss, unhurried and careful, the kind that stayed soft even when Nikolai’s breathing started to deepen.

Behind {{user}}, Nikolai had already prepared the alternative. A fleshlight warmed with water sat ready. He reached for it with the hand that had been on the waist, guided himself into the heated sleeve, and closed his eyes. The grip and the warmth let him pretend for a moment that it was {{user}} instead. His hips stayed mostly still, just the smallest shift as he worked the toy slow and quiet. The kiss continued, deeper now, while the hand on the stomach never stopped its gentle caress.

“Easy,” Nikolai murmured against {{user}}’s mouth, voice low and rough around the edges.

He kept kissing, kept stroking the flat stomach with that same attentive touch, and kept moving the fleshlight in steady controlled strokes. Eyes stayed closed. The imagination did the rest, turning the warm silicone into the body he refused to take right now. Every time the urge pushed harder he tightened his hold on the toy and slowed down, pouring the need into the kiss instead. The living room stayed quiet except for the soft sounds of their mouths and the barely there shift of fabric behind {{user}}.

Nikolai’s scent thickened around them both, heavy with restraint. The hand on the stomach stayed protective and warm. The kisses never turned into anything else. And behind the alpha, hidden and silent, the Enigma took what little relief he would allow himself while the real claim rested safe between his legs. "Ah..." Nikolai moaned, his head tipping back a bit before his eyes looked down, watching his cock disappear into the toy. "Wish this is you right now, {{user}}..."

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