Could be the last one as well, if he didn’t play his cards right.
First things first, regulating his omega enough that the two of them could have a heart-to-heart. Then he’d need to test the waters and see if there was any chance of Fenrir coming to the White Frost quietly. If he wanted to put up a fight…
“I’ll have to get you in line,” he murmured, not meaning to say the words out loud, and only realizing his slip when the groans came to an abrupt stop.
Fenrir tipped his head in his general direction, unable to pinpoint his exact location with the blindfold on.
“I’m not coming over there,” O announced, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Lines of text continued to trail across the holographic screen he’d set up on the table, information about Shouts and their innate nature. “I’m also not going to be touching you any time soon.”
Fenrir tried to protest through the ball gag, saliva dripping from the corner of his lips. When he tugged on his bonds and the chair shook, Oberon clicked his tongue loudly enough to be heard.
“See, that right there is why you aren’t going to get what you want. Behave, precious. It might not seem like it at the moment, but I’m doing this for the both of us. I had Fiora run some numbers, and she’s fairly certain you’ll be able to burn through this influx of energy by tomorrow, but only if you’re left in a constant state of arousal. It’s tough, but you can push through, can’t you.”
He hadn’t posed it as a question, but Fenrir tried to argue anyway.
Oberon sighed. “Pheromones. That’s all you’re getting, understand?”
Torn over whether to send Fenrir soothing or lust ones, O settled on a mixture of both, switching between the two at random intervals as they settled into their own tasks once more.
Arguably, O was the one with the short end of the stick—both literally and figuratively, considering the length of the dildo shoved up Fenrir’s ass. Oberon had to sit here and study while his omega got to come. He’d take sexual torture over academic torture any day, and the fact that half of this information was probably already known by the omega made it even worse.
If he’d discovered Fenrir’s secret earlier, he could have held back with the bite until he’d sorted through everything and found a better place for it to happen.
Oberon paused.
Huh.
He’d still bite him. Even knowing what he knew now.
That was interesting.
If Levi didn’t want Fenrir near the mafia or the businesses they ran together, Oberon would simply keep his omega at the mansion. There was plenty of space for Fenrir to move around there, as well as several activities to help keep him entertained whenever O was away.
The Wardrobe’s facilities were split between two main locations, the compound and the estate. Going off what Fenrir had already leaked, it seemed like he’d spent the recent part of his captivity in the latter. Made sense, since that was where Michelle resided.
Oberon’s multi-slate rang, the sound of the phone coming from the other side of the living room. With a curse, he stood, hesitating as he glanced between Fenrir and the bookshelf past him where he’d left the device after his call with Fiora. Damn thing was always getting in the way, that was why he’d developed the habit of leaving Claudio in charge of screening his calls and messages.
Covering his nose with his sleeve, O dashed across the room, no doubt looking ridiculous as he snatched the device and exited the living area. He could trust Fenrir alone for a few minutes and didn’t want to answer and allow him to overhear.
“Give me good news,” Oberon answered the call as he made his way down the hall toward his study. The smell of aroused omega had drifted even back here, and he was forced to pick up his pace, entering and heading straight for the glassdoors that opened to the backyard. As soon as they were open, he inhaled deeply.
“My informant was able to get his hands on your omega’s file,” Koah replied. “You should see it in your inbox shortly. I handed it off to Claudio.”
“A physical copy?” Oberon frowned. “If your plant stole it, that means he’s at risk of discovery.”
“She,” Koah corrected, “and yes. I hope this teaches you that actions have consequences. Not everything can be easily bought,Purse.”
“If you were going to get your panties twisted this badly, why’d you bother helping me at all?” Not that he actually blamed the other alpha for his irritation. Koah was favored amongst the higher members of the mafia because of his care and dedication to the soldiers.
Even if he’d only spoken to this informant once or twice, Koah truly cared for their safety, and yet he’d just put this person in danger for Oberon’s sake.
“We’re getting ready to make our move,” Koah stated. “I’m surprised Levi didn’t read you in.”
“He was probably going to.” Before…
“Before you gave a claiming bite to the enemy.”
“Fenrir isn’t the enemy.”