“No, that’s not—” He shook his head. “Forget it.”
They could return to that topic later.
“Since you still have your knot, was that incorporated into your training?” Probably used against Fenrir, more like. That was the only reason O could see for the guy’s sadistic mistress toallow him to keep it and not force another round of the upgraded Rebirth.
Sure enough, the omega’s jaw clenched, and it was an obvious struggle for him to make himself relax. “I was given Fleshlights and similar toys.”
“Ones meant to take a knot?”
“No.”
O shifted uncomfortably in his seat, thinking about how tight a squeeze that meant those toys had been. It wouldn’t have been pleasurable. “Stamina?”
“Exactly.”
He hummed. It made sense. Since they didn’t want to allow their product to experience a true mating, they’d teach them how to last through their first one instead. The point of any product was to please the buyer, after all. An alpha who blew his load too early, or an omega who passed out from overstimulation before the first knotting could occur, would be useless to the Wardrobe.
Worse than.
They’d be considered embarrassments.
Even though Oberon hadn’t insisted on this trial run simply to see the other man get off, sensing this trip down memory lane would make it harder on him, he opted to switch gears.
“I’ve never seen an alpha touch himself before,” his voice dropped low and suggestive, and he added the barest hint of alluring pheromone into the air at the same time.
“Not an alpha.” It was impossible to tell whether Fenrir was annoyed by his past presentation being brought up. He continued to rub himself with his left hand, slowly stroking himself to life.
“Fine.” Oberon wasn’t finished poking. He wouldn’t be until he got a reaction. Until he figured out what it was that made this fine specimen tick. “I’ve never seen an ex-alpha—”
“Full stop.”
He waited to see if Fenrir would elaborate, but when he didn’t he grinned. “Yes. Full stop.”
“Most early-stage test subjects were beta,” Fenrir said then. “It was considered less risky than messing with an alpha or omega. Killing one of us wasn’t the same as murdering a beta.”
“How cavalier of you to say.”
“I’m only repeating what we were told by those in charge of the initial program.”
“And you’re telling me this because?”
“Probably for the same reason you brought up that I used to be alpha,” Fenrir quipped. “I’m feeling you out, King of the Fairies.”
“Acquainted with many fairies, are you?”
The corner of Fenrir’s mouth twitched. “Maybe.”
“Stop.” This wasn’t working. “Remove the blindfold.”
Fenrir let himself go and tugged the silk tied around his head off, tossing it onto the bed. The second his gaze landed on Oberon, his nostrils flared and his cheeks pinkened slightly, the scent of omega slick permeating the air.
O smirked cockily. “Like what you see that much, do you?”
Instead of tipping his head down like most omegas would, he rested it back against the headboard, the move causing his chin to jut stubbornly upward.
No, the Wardrobe definitely wouldn’t have taught him to act like this in front of a client. Vaguely, Oberon wondered what Michelle was thinking from where she sat spying on them through the camera lens.
“There we go,” he praised when the omega’s dick finally grew to full mast, his impressive length on proud display between powerful thighs.