Fenrir knew exactly what he was after, but he liked dragging it out. Liked making Oberon work for it.
Probably liked the way O punished him for not giving in right away too.
“Should I grab your favorite toy from my bag?” Oberon suggested, making sure there was the barest hint of a threat in his tone, just the way he knew his omega liked it. The push and pull between them was half the fun. “I saw a sturdy chair in the other room. I’m sure I can assemble something that would work.”
“You brought that?”
“You never know when a dildo shaped like my cock will come in handy.”
Fenrir groaned, hands dropping to Oberon’s ass. “King.”
“What?” Oberon pressed in closer and then nipped at his earlobe. “Want the real thing?”
“You know I do.”
“Then you know what you need to tell me to get it.”
He hesitated, but it was obvious he was already close to cracking, a clear sign that he really did need this. Needed to expel some pent-up energy.
The device attached to Fenrir’s wrist dinged loudly, causing Oberon to curse.
Slipping free during his distraction, Fenrir answered the call, leaving the device on speaker as he moved back into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. The cushion was springy and he bounced a bit before resting his arms on his knees, the picture of relaxed.
All while Oberon’s neglected cock throbbed.
“Hey, Claudio, is everything all right?”
Not a day went by where Oberon didn’t severely regret buying that damn thing for him. Between restructuring the Wardrobe and taking calls from the White Frost whenever one of them needed to get a hold of Oberon and he wasn’t answering, Fenrir spent a third of his time on his multi-slate.
O glared at it, plotting all the ways he could accidentally destroy it.
“Yes, Mr. Snow, the renovations to the auction house are on schedule, and we’ve just moved the last batch of employees into their apartments,” Claudio replied.
As expected, half of what used to be product had left as soon as Fenrir had taken control of the Wardrobe and given them the option. Turned out, the omega had only disclosed partof his plans that day at the mansion when they’d discussed things with Baal and Koah.
He’d since purchased an entire apartment complex, which he was using to house employees. The first floor had been reconfigured into a cafeteria and grocery store, so those who weren’t comfortable with walking around the city didn’t have to. Apparently, a great deal of them suffered from PTSD and trauma.
Oberon supposed if his dad or boyfriend had sold him to a brothel, he’d develop trauma as well.
“Why are you calling then?” Fenrir sent Oberon a look when he entered the room.
“It’s a matter of great importance actually,” Claudio sighed despite his words. “Monet Calloway is trying to get a hold of Mr. King. Mr. King has been wanting to partner with his company, Calloway Cosmetics, for years now, and this opportunity—”
“We’re hanging up now, Claudio.” Oberon didn’t give his secretary the chance to argue, tapping the end call button on Fenrir’s device before he straddled him. Pinning his arms over his head, O smirked, fingers working the strap free.
“King!” Fenrir growled. “That sounded important.”
“Not as important as this.” He successfully detached the multi-slate and let it drop to the ground behind the couch with a thud that had Fenrir cursing.
“Seriously?” Fenrir tried to sit up, but Oberon sprawled over him, keeping him pinned.
“Seriously.” He ran the curve of his jaw across the rise of Fenrir’s cheek, marking him with his scent a second before he released his pheromones. “Back to what really matters.”
“Catching Trick and Jose?”
O latched onto the side of Fenrir’s neck and bit him. He was careful only to break a single layer of skin though, notdelivering a full bite, knowing how much his omega enjoyed getting marked. His tongue lapped at it afterward, soothing some of the sting, his pheromones causing the man beneath him to start panting.
“I love you,” Oberon repeated pointedly. “Your prey will still be there when the storm passes. The Wardrobe, the White Frost, and King Corporation will still be there.”