The dose wasn’t very strong, but it hit him hard.
Fenrir shook his head in a poor attempt to clear it as he stumbled out of the building and down the stone steps toward the black hovercar. Oberon helped him, but things would have been faster if he’d done more than merely support Fen’s weight.
The alpha was trying to drag this out. Clearly hoping the frigid winter air would knock some sense into Fenrir and keep his heat at bay just a little longer.
That couldn’t happen.
If Fen lost his mind before completing the mission…He couldn’t allow that.
As soon as they were in the back of the car, he started tugging at his clothing, practically tearing through it in his haste to undress.
The alpha ordered the driver to get moving, and then a partition screen rose to separate the front of the vehicle from theback. His hands tried to still Fenrir’s movements, but when that was no use, he opted to use his pheromones instead.
Fenrir cried out at the first onslaught of pure, dominant alpha pheromones. They were meant to be the warning kind, the type to cow an omega and get them in line, but Fen was no ordinary omega, and instead of reacting in the intended way, he found himself slipping even closer to insanity.
In a flash, he was naked and straddling the alpha, grinding down on him and leaking slick all over the man’s expensive pants.
“I didn’t pay eleven million to fuck you in a car like some horny teenager,” Oberon hissed, but he didn’t attempt to shove Fenrir off.
“Your dick does not agree.” Fen could feel it growing, and ground himself even harder against that bulge, moaning when it hardened further. He took the opportunity to check the alpha’s pockets, hands roaming up his sides, over the suit jacket, then beneath it.
He’d already noticed Oberon wasn’t wearing his multi-slate—the device that acted as both a communicator and computer—on his wrist like most people chose to. But the guy had to have one, and if it was here, Fen would find it.
“Quit feeling me up. What happened to all that carefully constructed composure?” Oberon captured his wrists and pinned them against his stomach.
“I’ve never done this before,” he reminded, allowing himself to come off mildly pathetic. Anything to ensure his success here. “I’m not allowed alphas when I’m near heat. This is a first for me. Throw a guy a bone, would you?”
Oberon’s fingers suddenly wrapped around Fenrir’s solid dick, and he gasped and flicked his hips at that first heated touch.
Falling forward, he planted his hands at either side of the alpha’s head, gripping the leather upholstery as the alpha played with him. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a handjob, and yet…
Must be the heat.
Yeah, that was it.
Everything was different when an omega was in heat. Heightened. Extreme. Raw.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d start putting meaning where there was none, and then he’d truly be lost.
“Alpha,” Fenrir whined. He needed to speed this up. The sooner he was knotted, the sooner he could gather his senses enough to execute the plan. His eyes slid down, catching sight of Oberon fisting him.
“Slow down,” Oberon ordered. “Since this is your first time, we’ll have to ease you into it.”
He grunted. “As if you care about hurting me.”
“True, I don’t.” The alpha’s free hand secured him by the nape and hauled him forward until their foreheads met. “But I didn’t spend all that money just to break my new toy the very first time I play with it, either. Blood makes for good lube, but since you’re already dripping slick, tearing you open kind of seems obsolete, wouldn’t you agree?”
Fenrir hadn’t feared pain in a long time, but still…He gave a single nod.
“Spread your thighs for me,” Oberon said. “Relax, omega. I’ll give you what you want, just on my own schedule. I can appreciate that as an ex-alpha, a part of you most likely wants to take control here, but let me assure you that will not be happening.”
Fen straightened, shifting his thighs wider over the alpha’s lap, arching his back in the process.
“Are you presenting for me?” Oberon chuckled, then, before Fenrir could respond, lowered his mouth and sucked oneof Fen’s nipples between his lips. At the same time, his free hand circled around his backside, fingers slipping between Fenrir’s crack.
The world exploded in a burst of color the second one of those fingers pressed against his closed entrance, and Fenrir howled and rocked against the alpha’s bulge. The feeling of that light touch, paired with the sharpness of the alpha’s teeth against his chest, sent his nerve endings firing.
“Since you’re this sensitive,” the pad of Oberon’s finger traced the outline of Fen’s puckered entrance, massaging it teasingly, “I’ll believe you really are a virgin omega. Is this different from all the times you’ve dominated another? Does it feel different?”