“The…” An image of being stuck to a metal seat, the dildo currently lodged in him vibrating nonstop as he was forced to endure orgasm after orgasm flashed in his mind and he shuddered. “Don’t.”
“Don’t make me.” The alpha gave him a dark, warning look as he planted a knee to the mattress between Fenrir’s spread legs. His hand disappeared, and a second later, Fen felt the toy twist slowly within him.
He moaned as the dildo was pulled free, an erotic squelching sound accompanying it as it popped out of his loose hole. A flood of slick pooled down his taint, coating his balls, forming a mess in the sheets he was lying on.
“King.” He didn’t know what he was asking for.
“We’ll give it a few minutes,” Oberon told him, seemingly understanding his emotions better than Fen did. “If you don’t have another spike, we can take that as a sign you’ve returned to normal.”
“Spike?”
“Your energy and pheromones were confused,” he explained, moving to set the dildo on the end table. “They needed time to adjust to your new base settings.”
Fenrir’s eyes widened when he caught sight of the toy. “You hadthatinside of me this whole time?!”
“What about it?” Oberon tipped his head as though he really didn’t know what the problem was. “It’s modeled after your favorite cock.” His hand cupped himself through his silk pants. “Unfortunately, there’s no knotting feature, otherwise we probably could have cut your recovery time in half.”
“Please stop talking.” He buried his face in the pillow and then quickly lifted it once more. “No, wait. Continue.” Fenrir had to change his mind about the Butcher. Even if Oberon said he wasn’t going to let her touch him, if they brought him to her lab… “What do you want from me? My abilities? I can tell you how they work. There’s no need to—”
“Is that why she kept you around?” he cut him off. “Did Michelle use you to do her dirty work?”
He held the alpha’s gaze, refusing to be ashamed of wanting to survive. “So what if she did?”
“You’ve killed a lot of people.”
It wasn’t a question.
“You didn’t know before I broke the door,” Fen said. “You couldn’t have.”
“About your origins?” Like before, Oberon easily picked up on Fen’s train of thought. “That was definitely a shock. Seeing you conjure a tiny blizzard was surprising. Don’t blame me for how I reacted, yeah? Anyone in my position would have contained you the way I did.”
As much as he hated to admit it, that was fair. If their roles had been reversed, Fenrir certainly wouldn’t have stood by and waited for the other guy to attack him.
“Since you seem to finally be in full control,” Oberon said, “let’s talk about the important stuff, shall we?”
“Is there something more important than the fact I can shred you to bits with a wave of my hand?” Fenrir drawled. “Or that I promise I won’t if you just let me go?”
“Don’t get cocky, precious. It’s too early for that.”
“Some might argue it’s too late.” He tugged pointedly at his chains. “You have me where you want me, King.”
“On the contrary,” he disagreed swiftly. “I want you back on my dick. Preferably riding me as the sun sets. I want you cuddled at my side. Want you sharing a shower with me in the morning, and seated across from me at the breakfast table. It’s honestly insane how much I want from you. How fast these desires formed within me. Before now, no one would have ever accused me of being domesticated, omega.”
“You…” That didn’t sound like they were waiting for men in white to haul him off to a lab. “Are you planning on fucking me again before the Butcher gets here?”
“Fiora?” Oberon blinked at him. “What does she have to do with anything?”
“You called her.”
“I did. She’s a biological anthropologist. I needed to know what you are so I could come up with a plan. You were about to turn the entire house into an ice box.” He gave Fenrir a lengthy once-over, as though seeing him for the first time. “You aren’t afraid of this thing between us. You’re scared that I’ll hand you over to Fiora. Why? Are you afraid of torture?”
“I’m—”
“No,” he answered for him. “Is it because she’s a doctor and a scientist? Oh. You’re afraid I’ll let the White Frost experiment on you. Precious. This isn’t the Wardrobe, and I am not Michelle. I told you. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re only allowed to be with me.”
“You’re so full of shit.” There was no waytheOberon King wanted any of the things he’d listed prior, especially with someone like Fenrir. “We don’t need to play this game. Just tell me what you really want. I’ll decide if it’s worth giving or not. You don’t need to pretend this is anything other than what it really is.”
His brow lifted. “What is this?”