“King, please.”
“As much as I enjoy being called your lord, that isn’t what I’m after. Think,omega.”
Oh right. Just like in every other aspect of life, they had roles to play.
“Alpha.” Fen took a gamble and moved to run his fingers through Oberon’s blond locks. They felt silky to the touch, so soft he momentarily lost himself, though the man beneath him didn’t seem to mind. “Alpha, please.”
“Should I kiss you, Fenrir?”
He scowled instinctively.
“What?” Oberon grinned. “Is that too romantic for you?”
“You don’t have to kiss me to fuck me.”
“I don’t have to prepare your virgin hole either,” he reminded, “yet it feels good, doesn’t it? Kissing will feel good too. Trust me.”
“Not if you were the last alpha on the planet.” Still, Fenrir found himself leaning forward, as though drawn to the mere promise of pleasure. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Your mistress should have known better. Should have warned you.”
He shook his head. “She couldn’t have known it’d be this…”
“This what?”
“Enticing.” If Michelle had realized how addictive Oberon’s touches were, she never would have agreed to this in the first place.
“It’s no surprise you’re this horny,” the alpha was clearly laughing at him, “but don’t you recall your ruts being this all-consuming as well when you had them?”
“No.” Shamelessly, Fenrir buried his nose against the crook of Oberon’s neck and inhaled. “I’ve never smelled anything like you before.”
The alpha’s pheromones were intoxicating. Briny with a hint of pine. He’d been letting them loose since they’d gotten into the car, and with a start, Fenrir realized he’d played right into the man’s hands by losing his cool so quickly.
He pulled back and glared, but the alpha simply laughed at him a second time.
“Don’t blame me for taking advantage of the situation,” Oberon said. “You’re the one who ruined a perfectly decent suit. Besides, I’m being nicer to you than your mistress ever was, aren’t I?”
Fenrir pursed his lips, a bit of reason managing to fight its way through the lusty haze. “You’re luring me in with the carrot.” Typical training tactic. The alpha was giving him a false sense of care to get Fen to let his guard down.
And it’d been working.
Shit.
Michelle really hadn’t warned him. She’d tested him against dozens of alpha pheromones, trained him to resist and keep his composure, even while outwardly faking it.
But this wasn’t an act.
Fenrir really was on the cusp of teetering over the edge.
“What’s with the accusation? We both know you want the stick.” Oberon released his dick and then brought his other hand to the globe of Fenrir’s ass. He parted his cheeks and then removed his finger, spearing two into him in the next instant.
Fenrir gushed all over again, and while the alpha was busy chuckling, he lost his patience. He made quick work ofOberon’s belt, undoing his fly and pulling the material down as far as he was able while still straddling him. The second the alpha’s cock sprang free, he froze, eyes taking in the engorged member.
It rose proudly, red and already damp from spilled precome. His cock had a slight curve to it, a thick crown that led to an even thicker base. The slight bump at the end, right before the alpha’s heavy sack, caught Fenrir’s attention, and he gulped.
A rush of soothing alpha pheromones filled the backseat, altering to targeted ones meant to entice an omega as soon as some of the tension eased from Fen’s shoulders.
“You can take it,” Oberon reassured when Fenrir finally dragged his eyes back to his. He pulled his fingers free and then slapped his ass, the sound loud, the sting making Fenrir jump. The alpha didn’t give him much time to react, hooking his hands beneath his cheeks, using that grip to slide Fenrir closer.