At some point, Fenrir passed out, but when he woke, those teeth were still embedded, still clamped down, holding him in place as the alpha took pleasure in his body.
Fenrir might have cried.
Might have begged him to stop.
Might have implored the alpha to take him harder or slower or…He didn’t even know.
Time became a blur. There was no sun. No moon.
Everything boiled down to moments where he was being filled and moments where he was left empty and yearning.
There was nothing but alpha musk and alpha cock and alpha teeth.
Knots that ascended him to another plane of existence.
Oberon’s comforting words and pheromones whenever there was pain.
An invisible thread tying them together on a spiritual level science had yet to fully pick apart. Unprepared, his seams started coming undone, coming more and more apart with every imposing thrust of the alpha’s cock.
By the end of his heat, Fenrir’s body had come to one harsh realization.
The alpha was both his tormentor and his savior.
And just like that, one leash was traded for another.
Chapter 12:
“Where have you run off to?” Levi’s voice carried a warning edge to it that wasn’t often directed Oberon’s way.
“Ah, so you’ve noticed my absence?” Oberon settled onto the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beneath the seafoam-colored covers. Outside, the sound of ocean waves lapping at the shore created a calm he hoped would help ease his omega’s nerves once he woke.
It’d been over twenty-four hours, and there was no sign Fenrir would be gracing him with his conscious company any time soon, however.
Carefully, O slipped the sheet lower, inspecting the damage for what had to be the millionth time since rousing from his rut. Fenrir’s nipples and areola were still swollen, the bite marks and bruises scattered across his upper body still clearly visible and raw. He was tempted to roll his omega over andcheck his hole again, but that would have to wait until after he was done talking with the Dominus.
Some things should remain private between a couple, even if there was no chance of Levi knowing what he was doing through a voice call.
“I told you to interrogate him,” Levi reminded tersely, “not make off with him. The Wardrobe is threatening retaliation, and his mistress—”
“Not his mistress,” Oberon snapped. His fingers traced the outline of his teeth marks beneath the second skin bandage he’d applied to Fenrir’s neck. “He belongs to no one but me.”
There was a moment of heavy silence and then, “You’ve always been relatively cavalier, but I’ve never known you to be hasty. Yet if I wasn’t mistaken, you’ve just made a claim over a man you’ve known for less than a week.”
“I claimed him after knowing him for less than twenty-four hours, actually,” he corrected. Tucking Fenrir back in, he forced himself to rise and cross the room, leaving the door open as he exited into the hallway.
“Oberon. This isn’t a joke.”
“Who’s joking, Dominus?” He started down the stairs, not wanting this conversation to wake Fenrir if he still needed his sleep. Considering their mutual heat and rut had lasted well over five days in total, and he’d shocked the omega’s system by delivering a claiming bite, that wasn’t surprising. “I’ve marked him. He’s mine now.”
Levi blew out a frustrated breath. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“The better question is whether or not I care.”
“Asking you that would be a waste of energy, since the answer is obvious.”
In the living room, Oberon stopped before the large bay window overlooking the sea. The beach was covered in a thinlayer of snow, the branches of the trees next to the house weighed down by white. The storm had hit just as they’d arrived, but now that there was a lull, the world seemed still and fresh.
Full of possibility.