“Alpha.” Fen didn’t care about the bloodshed. He was rising to the top, about to boil over.
“I’ll make it quick,” Oberon promised. “This time. Be prepared though, precious, next time we do it my way from the start. My omega needs to take it rough. He can’t be fragile. Or docile.” His fingers threaded through Fenrir’s hair, and he tugged him away from where he’d buried his face against his neck.
Fenrir growled, but before he could glare, he was dropped back onto the alpha’s cock, the motion causing it to spear through him deeper than it’d gone before. His vision winked out and his mouth gasped open, back bowing as he felt the alpha release inside of him, the feeling of being full growing to the point of discomfort.
“No.” Oberon’s hands landed on his hips, holding him down. “You aren’t done taking it yet. There’s still some to go.”
“I can’t—” A whine tore from him when he felt the bulge inflating at the base of the alpha’s cock.
The knot ballooned quickly, shoving persistently against Fenrir’s already overly stretched entrance. That ring of muscle protested, and he grit his teeth against the burn, squeezing his eyes shut desperately as he felt his body lose the battle and start to submit.
“This was what you wanted, remember?” Oberon said, voice husky, giving Fenrir the sense that he wasn’t unaffected by all of this either. “This was what you’ve been denied. An alpha’s knot. Your alpha’s knot. Take it like my omega should. Like it was meant for you.”
Fenrir shook his head, but he honestly didn’t know what he was protesting anymore. The alpha’s words were a jumbled mess in his brain, with him unable to make proper sense of any of it. All he could focus on was the feeling of that impossibly large object forcing its way inside of him.
This was already a night of firsts, but this was too much to process. He hadn’t been aware it was possible to feel this full andoverwhelmed. This afraid and yet desperate. For more. For it to be over. For it to start again.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know anything anymore.
“What are you doing to me?” the question slurred out of him just as that knot completed its journey and settled all the way inside of his body. It locked the two of them together, keeping him full, but blocking his entrance so none of the alpha’s come could leak free.
Their instincts didn’t care that procreation between them was impossible. His omega pheromones reacted to the alpha’s and vice versa, just like they were meant to do.
“All that talk earlier and you still don’t know?” Oberon’s voice cut through some of the haze, and it took Fenrir a minute to recall he’d asked him a question. The alpha brought his firm lips to the curve of Fen’s jaw and planted an almost chaste kiss against his skin. “The Wardrobe taught you nothing. Allow me to enlighten you in a way that they couldn’t. This, my precious omega, is called ownership.”
The hovercar came to a stop, jerking them both, causing the alpha to press against a spot within Fenrir that had him howling and seeing stars all over again.
Ownership?
Up until now, ownership had only felt like suffering, loneliness, and pain. This current sensation, while edged in the latter, was so far from suffering it was insane.
There was nothing lonely about this feeling.
About being locked on the alpha’s knot. Trapped in his lap.
This couldn’t be ownership, because that had never felt like belonging before, and Fenrir knew better than to trust in the careless words of an alpha getting off.
Fenrir passed out before he finished coming, falling forward into Oberon’s possessive embrace.
Chapter 9:
It didn’t feel like that much time had passed when Fenrir woke next, groggy and somewhat out of it. There was pain when he sat up, and he stiffened, mind racing to take in his surroundings and make sense of it all.
He was in a bedroom, placed in the center of the largest bed he’d ever seen, pale coral sheets draped over his lap. The room was massive, with a seating area, a reading nook, and three closed doors. It’d been decorated in silvers and whites, with hints of beige and pastel pink here and there to add color.
It screamed money, but it certainly didn’t scream alpha.
At least, not any of the alphas Fenrir had known. Maybe because all the alphas he’d known personally up to this point had been product or pack. Michelle’s private rooms at the estate were opulent, but even those paled in comparison to his current setting.
If this were merely a single room in Oberon King’s home, Fenrir shuddered to think how expensive the rest of the place might appear.
Tossing the covers aside, he risked moving to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the plush carpeted floor. He couldn’t help but take a moment to wiggle his toes against the soft warmth, but then cleared his throat, urging himself to get his shit together.
He was still naked, but that was okay. All he needed was…His eyes landed on a desk on the opposite side of the room, and he made his way to it. It took him far longer than it should have, his legs shaking, muscles protesting, but he managed in the end. The fountain pen he’d spotted was sharp enough to serve his purpose, and without much thought, he brought the point to his right inner thigh, drawing it across his flesh with enough force to separate layers of skin.
The tiny microchip that had been hidden there appeared, and he used the pen to dig the corner out so he could grasp it and pull it free.