She’d kept him around this long intending to mold him into a valuable asset, but if he blew this chance and made her doubt him, he’d suffer for it.
She didn’t smell anywhere near as alluring as Oberon King, yet her pheromones were the only ones that could control him. They weren’t mated, had never slept together or been intimate at all, and the only conclusion he’d ever been able to come to as to why her scent worked when no one else’s did was because she’d saved him.
Saved him…from an experiment she’d been in charge of…
He couldn’t think too hard on it.
Despite what Oberon believed, sometimes ignorance really was bliss.
Sometimes, pretending not to see the forest for the trees was the only way to survive without going completely insane.
“Omega?”
“Many times,” he replied. “I’ve topped and bottomed. I’m clean though. You should have access to my medical files. They tested me before placing me at auction. But if my body count bothers you, there are others that might be more palatable. My mistress can be persuaded to transfer the contract to another.”
“Would you like that?” Oberon drawled.
“Alpha?”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you making eyes at several people in the crowd. If I had lower self-esteem, I might even think you were purposefully looking at everyone but me.”
“Of course not.” One hundred percent factual.
“If they don’t allow you to spend your heats with a physical partner, do they provide you with toys?” The change in topic came suddenly.
“Yes.”
“So you know what it’s like to be filled when in heat after all.”
“It isn’t the same.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because…” Fenrir blew out a breath. “I’m not left satisfied.”
“Your heats hurt?”
“The entire time.”
“So you’re allowed toys, but not the knotting kind. And your mistress allows this? Allows you to be in pain?”
His lips twisted and he didn’t catch the disgust in time to mask it. “Product isn’t pack.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
The alpha sighed. “You’ll tell me later. For now, you’re right. We should begin.”
“What should I do?” He’d almost blown it just now. The last thing he could afford was to come off disloyal to the Wardrobe.
“Touch yourself.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want you to masturbate for me.”
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