“No,” he agreed. “Only a fool would.”
Was that what this was about then? Had the alpha been ordered by the Leviathan to work Fenrir over? Were they hoping to get their hands on the drugs before Altair and the rest of the competition could?
They didn’t have much time.
There were other planets in the universe that housed species similar to theirs, and one in particular that could benefit from the effects of Rebirth.
But could Fenrir risk telling this alpha about that?
As soon as they’d gotten what they wanted out of him, they’d discard him. There was nothing to help him prove he’d switch loyalties, and people like the mafia didn’t waste time on anything other than absolutes.
No, Fen could only tell him what was needed to keep the conversation going.
He’d keep the alpha talking long enough to recover some of his energy stores.
And then he’d trick the man into touching him long enough to send an ice spear straight through his heart.
Chapter 16:
“I’m curious,” Oberon said, making his way down the side of the bed. “How did she deal with your influx during those years she kept you locked up?”
Fenrir braced himself when the alpha stopped at the foot of the bed and he felt the mattress dip as the large man climbed on.
“Omega.”
He cleared his throat, urging himself to remain still as the alpha’s warm body settled between his spread thighs. “I thought you said you’d read my file?”
“Humor me.” His hands came down on the globes of Fenrir’s ass, but he didn’t hit him. “Relax,” Oberon suggested when Fenrir jumped upon contact. “Your body has been through a lot. Let me help work some of these knots out.”
“First you put knots in me, and now you want to take them out?” Fen stated dumbly.
“If you behave, maybe I’ll give you my knot again. Would you like that, precious?”
His dick, trapped between his stomach and the mattress, twitched, and Fenrir ground his teeth against the sudden flash of arousal.
“Your hole just answered for you,” Oberon told him. “Even after all that time being filled, the sound of my knot is—”
“What are you playing at?”
“You’ve asked me that already. But you still haven’t answered my question. This thing between us sent you spiraling for a week. That’s nothing compared to the almost two years you were forced to suffer at her hands. Words on a screen are too impersonal for something as nuanced as this. Paint a picture for me. I want to hear it from my omega’s perspective.”
“Don’t.” Fenrir moaned when the alpha started to massage his ass, both hands kneading his muscles, and he forgot he’d been protesting against being referred to as Oberon’s.
That magnetic attraction he’d felt for the alpha since the beginning hadn’t gone away, no matter how much he wished otherwise. It was still very much there, pulling him toward Oberon, making him lift his hips and press himself against the man’s delicious touch.
If he wasn’t careful, Fenrir would fall right into the trap.
And it was such an obvious trap, too.
Of course the Leviathan would leave Fen in the hands of this skilled alpha. Would trust him to pick Fenrir apart and leave him exposed.
Maybe he hadn’t been able to do it at the estate, but Oberon wasn’t entirely wrong. Instead of taking that heat inducer at the party, Fen should have attempted to escape. Taking his chances on the run from both the Wardrobe and theWhite Frost then would have been better than needing to do so now.
Now that he knew what the alpha was like in the bedroom…Knew how much he enjoyed hearing the man’s dirty words whispered against his ear…
“You’re turned on,” Oberon noted, laughing when Fenrir turned his face into the pillow. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m hard too.” His hands slipped upward, rubbing against the bunched muscles at Fen’s lower back, then higher. “But that’s not what we’re doing right now, precious, remember?”
“Right,” he growled. “This is an interrogation.”