“What’s funny?”
“I’m wondering if you’ve also heard the phrase, ignorance is bliss. I don’t imagine someone like you has ever had to fear anything. Why bother trying to relate to us?”
“Ah, but you can’t exactly be considered in the same league as the rest,” the alpha stated. “You read the contract, after all. Which means a part of you must agree with my earlier adage. You’re the type that wants to know the rules of the game before opting to play.”
“You don’t know me.” Not only that, but they were both painfully aware that it didn’t matter what Fenrir wanted in this situation. The game was already in progress.
Cool air licked at his exposed parts, and though he was flaccid at the moment, he spread his thighs wider, as though offering the alpha a better look. The faster they got this started, the sooner it could end. Underestimating the alpha’s tastes was actually a good thing. Getting it out of the way here was ideal. It meant as soon as this was finished, Fenrir could cross the hallway and prove to Michelle he’d followed orders.
Though he wasn’t sure how he was meant to complete the mission bound like this. Perhaps he could use his ability and lower the man's heart rate enough to knock him out…It was risky though. Not something he’d done often enough to be confident he wouldn’t make a mistake and accidentally freeze him to death.
He’d have to figure it out. There was still time.
“It appears I know you better than your mistress, in any case,” the alpha said, and something about his tone gave Fenrir pause.
“What do you mean?”
“She didn’t tell you what you’re doing here.”
He frowned. There was no chance this alpha knew about the mission…right? “You’re going to—”
“Fuck you?” he cut Fenrir off crudely. “Knot you? Yes, eventually. But not yet.”
“What?”
“That’s not why you’re here.”
The alpha had looked big from the balcony; could Fenrir take him if it came to that? He’d been allowed to keep his body in shape all this time, had the muscles to prove it, but…An alpha would always have the advantage over an omega. If pheromones were used against him, he’d succumb.
“The contract—” he gave one last attempt at feeling the alpha out, not wanting to jump to conclusions and risk outing himself through panic.
“I haven’t signed yet,” the alpha interrupted. “If this goes well, however, I will.”
“And…what is this, exactly?”
“A test.”
“Test?” Okay, that didn’t sound like he knew about Fenrir’s plan.
“Your mistress seems quite possessive of you, did you know that?”
“Would you believe me if I said she cares about all of the product the same?”
“What do you think?”
“It was worth a shot.” Did he know what Fenrir really was to her, or was Oberon reaching?
“Luckily for you, I don’t mind liars.” Something creaked, and it sounded like the alpha had taken a seat. “Would you like to know my name?”
“Yes.” He already knew it, but—
“The reason I like liars is that it gives an insight into a person rather quickly. Some are bad at it, some are better. But no one is perfect. There’s always something to give them away. Finding out that tell is a favorite pastime of mine. I like approaching people the same way one might an intricate puzzle. The more complex, the better.” There was a moment of silence and then, “Would you like to try that again? What’s my name?”
Fenrir licked his lips. “Oberon King.”
“You don’t like it.”
“It’s kind of on the nose, don’t you think?”