“Wait.” He slapped a hand against the alpha’s chest, eyes widening.
“You were the one who wanted to do this quick,” Oberon reminded.
“That was before.”
“Don’t become a coward on me now, precious.”
The alpha was baiting him.
It was working.
When Oberon pulled him forward again, Fenrir gave up resisting.
“That’s it.” The alpha adjusted them until his crown was pressed against Fenrir’s hole, pausing when Fen tensed up and held his breath. “You were right, by the way.”
“What?” Slick was still pooling out of him, lubricating his passage, and logically, he knew it would hurt, but wouldn’t bethat badconsidering how turned on he was, yet... The first realsensation of a cock threatening to breach his entrance had his heart pounding and his mind going blank.
“I’m being nice to you on purpose,” Oberon whispered the words as though conspiratorially. “It’s all an act. But, omega?” He grinned when Fenrir frowned. “I’m starting to get bored with it.”
Fenrir opened his mouth to ask him to explain, but the alpha struck before he was able to get so much as a word out.
A scream tore from his lips as he was impaled on all nine inches of the alpha’s cock in one brutal thrust. His body shook and gave out instantly, and he fell forward, chest to chest with the man who started moving within him without giving him a second to adjust.
“Wait,” Fen’s voice sounded weak even to himself, but whether or not the alpha heard it, he went unheeded.
Oberon dug his fingers into his flesh and held him in place as he tore through him with aggressive motions that shook the vehicle. He pounded him, cock forcing Fenrir’s virgin walls to stretch and reform, the process too slow and arduous to keep up with the thick, intruding member.
Fenrir could do nothing but hold on as the alpha ruthlessly fucked him, pouring more of his intoxicating pheromones into the confined space until he was so drunk on them, it was impossible for Fen to hold onto reason, let alone anger.
His mind blanked even as pain finally started turning to pleasure, cries turning to moans. Without realizing, he started grinding forward, using the alpha’s momentum to propel himself so he could rub his weeping dick against Oberon’s stomach. When one of his buttons scraped against the sensitive flesh of the underside of his shaft, Fenrir hissed.
“This should have been a penthouse suite with a view,” Oberon grumbled. “I should have known you wouldn’t playalong. That we’d end up here, screwing like animals in the backseat. Is this where she usually takes you? Is that it? Got a kink for car sex thanks to your mistress?”
Fenrir shook his head, not following. “What?”
“Michelle.”
“I don’t have sex with Michelle.” Why would he? She was the reason he was in this predicament from the start. The monster in all of his nightmares.
Oberon didn’t slow, but his expression altered. “She doesn’t make you?”
“She doesn’t want me like that.”
“Could have fooled me with the way she treated you at the auction house.”
Was Oberon growing suspicious?
…Of what?
There was…something…Something Fenrir couldn’t let him find out, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what that was.
Unable to put his finger on it, Fen did the next best thing to divert the conversation.
He kissed him.
The alpha tasted like temptation, pheromones bursting around them as Fenrir drove his tongue into the other man’s mouth and urged him to respond. Fen had been opposed to this type of intimacy before because it’d seemed unnecessary, but now he was realizing the error of his ways. He sucked hard on his upper lip, nipping him when the alpha drove up with increased force.
“You’re nothing like what I imagined, and everything I hoped for.” Oberon bit him back, hard enough to have a bead of red blooming on Fenrir’s bottom lip.