Yes, and not just because of what he was doing, how he was touching him.
Everything was different, from the coaxing way the alpha’s smell enticed him, to the way Fenrir’s mind started to grow fuzzy. It was too soon for that, for him to lose himself to lust, and yet try as he might, he was struggling to maintain any sense of self-control.
“Do you prefer one over the other?” Oberon asked next, not giving Fen a chance to answer his first set of questions.
“Dominance and being an alpha aren’t mutually exclusive,” Fenrir hissed. “Plenty of omegas desire the upper hand in the bedroom.”
“Oh? Is that what you want?”
“I never—” Fenrir squeezed his eyes shut when the man nipped at his chest again, this time lavishing his attention on his other nipple. “I want more. More of this.”
“Of what? You’ve got to use your words, precious, or I won’t know what you’re talking about.”
“King.”
Oberon chuckled. “Did you mean more of me in general? Cute. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already close to making a deal to get what you want.”
“Deal?” Fenrir frowned. It took him longer than it should have to place why that bothered him, but he got there eventually. “We have a contract.”
That was right. He shouldn’t have to beg or make deals or any such nonsense. The alpha should be fucking him. Plain and simple. That was what he’d paid for.
“You paid to fuck me,” he reminded tersely, patience waning. “Stop being a tease and—”
“Does she let you talk to her like that?” the alpha chided. “Your mistress? Does she let you get away with saying things like that to her?”
“You are not the same.”
“No,” he agreed. “Because, unlike Michelle, I have no intentions of making you suffer alone.” Oberon drove his finger in with one harsh plunge, forcing his way inside despite that protesting ring of muscle. “Bitch.”
Fenrir barely heard his curse, too busy crying out at the sudden intrusion and the burn it brought with it. When he was on his own, he waited until the heat was too strong to ignore, and then he’d give in and use the dildo on himself. Because he was already too far gone by that point, the pain was hardly noticeable when he shoved himself down onto the toy.
That wasn’t the case here.
He felt everything. Every little flick of the alpha’s tongue as he lapped and nibbled on his chest. Every knuckle as that finger pumped in and out of him at a rapid pace that belied all of Oberon’s earlier comments about taking things slow.
Had it felt anything like this during those stolen moments with the other alphas at the compound when he’d been younger? When they’d broken the rules and risked getting each other off?He didn’t think so. If it had been, he would have dreamed about it more often. Begged Michelle to be entered into the auction sooner.
Michelle…right. They’d been talking about her. There was a reason his mistress had finally decided to give him up. Something he was meant to do. Something important and—
Oberon’s thumb pressed against Fenrir’s slit and then rubbed against his flushed crown, finger spearing in as deep as it could go at the same time.
The orgasm caught Fen by surprise, dick squirting suddenly, coating the alpha’s shirt in more bodily fluids.
“I’ve barely penetrated you and you’ve come already?” Oberon tsked. “Someone needs better training.”
That wasn’t fair. He hadn’t been trained inthis.
“I was never meant for the auctions,” Fenrir stated crossly, blinded by the waves of electricity still pinging through his body.
They’d trained him in stamina, but not in the way Oberon believed. It’d been about controlling his spikes of energy, not extending his latency. But none of that mattered. His dick was still rock hard, that single finger still working him open in a way that was starting to grow painful. “More.”
The energy within him, a well of power unknown to the alpha stretching his hole, was surprisingly stable. His pheromones were off the charts, but the responding alpha ones that filled the backseat of the car helped to keep them in check. Even on his own, it had never been this…simple.
Straightforward.
Fenrir only had to focus on the man in front of him and nothing else. For the first time in a long time, those fears of influx faded into the dark recesses of his mind. Practically forgotten in the onslaught of sensation brought on by the alpha.
“Beg me like a proper omega,” Oberon suggested, hand stilling at the base of Fenrir’s dick, cinching to suppress blood flow in a way that made him ache. “Surely you’ve been taught how to do that, hmm?”