Oberon’s eyes narrowed. “I wonder, are you really this naïve, or are you putting on a show? It’s hard to tell with you.”
“If you don’t like it—”
“Who said that?” he cut him off. “On the contrary, I like where this is going a lot.”
That didn’t sound good.
“You…do?” Fenrir couldn’t hide his trepidation, sliding back a step when the alpha advanced.
“In case you really are this obtuse,” Oberon stated, “heats tend to last longer than an hour. Knotting usually has to be done a handful of times. You can see why I was expecting more from this.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“It is. I want you to be prepared.”
“Stop.” Fenrir’s omega pheromones spiked, letting out a warning scent.
“Too late for that.” The alpha was upon him in a flash, latching onto his wrist. With the same amount of ease he’d used to throw the pen, he tossed Fenrir onto the bed and quickly followed.
Fen managed to land a blow to the alpha’s side with his knee, but that was it before he found himself pinned. When he opened his mouth to complain, Oberon seized the advantage again, shoving something onto his tongue.
“Swallow,” the alpha ordered, covering Fenrir’s mouth and shoving his head back against the bed.
Fenrir floundered, but he was no match for the White Frost member. The small pill tasted sour, and fear flashed through him, but unable to do much else, he found himself obeying. He gasped for air the second the alpha removed his hand, but the relief was short-lived.
Painful cramps hit him in the gut, and he rolled onto his side and curled in on himself as a wave of pure agony ripped through him.
The alpha was kneeling now, carefully removing the clean set of clothing he must have changed into while Fenrir was unconscious. He wasn’t in any hurry, peeling each item away and setting it off to the side, all while staring Fen down.
Fenrir felt like he’d been tossed into boiling water, his muscles aching, his dick throbbing. Precome gushed from his tip at the same time as globs of slick dripped from his back entrance. His already abused hole stung, but the rest of his body didn’t seem to get the same memo, his insides clenching around empty space.
A whine traveled up his throat and tore through him, and through tear-filled eyes, he risked rolling his head and catching a glimpse of the alpha.
The almost cruel way he was smirking had Fenrir shivering.
All sense of pride gone, he didn’t even think to hold back the fearful whimper that escaped him when the alpha’s cock was freed from his pants.
But it was impossible to tell what the fear was really for.
That he’d be forced to take it again.
Or that he’d be denied it.
How many heats had he spent that way in the past? Denied. Refused the relief that could only be delivered by riding an alpha’s cock and taking their knot.
“Now,” Oberon stroked himself a couple of times, the glimmer in his green eyes turning wicked when that caused him to grow even larger and Fenrir let out another panicked sound, “no more playing. Let me teach you what a true heat is, omega, and show you why I’m the only alpha you’ll ever need.”
Fenrir didn’t even have it in him to protest.
He couldn’t fight back when the alpha flipped him onto his stomach and raised his hips.
Chapter 10:
Oberon fucked his precious omega senseless, until Fenrir was little more than a blubbering mess sheathing his cock.
He didn’t know where all the pent-up aggression came from, but the moment he’d walked into the room and noticed Fenrir missing, something had come over O. It didn’t matter that the omega had clearly been in the bathroom. Even once he’d been back in sight, the insufferable scratching sensation hadn’t abated.
At first, he’d thought for sure it was because the omega was trying to get away before fully satisfying him, but as Oberon drilled into him for the fifth time that night, he had the sinking realization that it was possible no amount of orgasms pulled from the omega’s body could soothe this frustration.