“Rich coming from a guy who’d get two pumps in at most before passing out.”
“Come on. Have a little faith.” He winked. “I can make it to three.”
Fenrir growled. “Yeah, well, I’m not that easily satisfied, alpha, and the next time you fuck me, it has to be good, so hard pass.” He turned so he was standing next to him, sure to keep his palm sealed over the gunshot. “Put your arm around me.”
The alpha rested it over his shoulders and then groaned when they started forward.
“Go that way,” Oberon motioned with his chin, “it’ll lead to town.”
“Can you make it?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“How far is it?” The snow was already up to their shins, and at this pace… “You’ll get hyperthermia before we reach help.”
“Have a little faith—”
“You’ve already used that line, and it’s not that I don’t have faith. It’s just that my faith is in the weather and natural biology. You are not built for this, alpha. Doesn’t matter that you were born on a planet known for long winters. You’ve been pampered too much. I bet this is the first time you’ve even touched snow in—”
“I took part in the White Hunt a couple of months ago, actually.” Oberon grimaced, realizing his mistake when Fenrir came to an immediate stop.
Everyone knew about the Yuletide event the Leviathan threw for the White Frost, a mock version of the Wild Hunt, where omegas were released into the wilderness and hunted by alphas for sport.
And sex.
Because everything boiled down to fucking with their kind.
“Care to elaborate?” Fenrir growled, hand pressing against the alpha’s injury with a little more force.
“Shit.” He tried to move away, but when Fen held firm, gave up. “All right. All right. My bad. In my defense, we didn’t know each other then. How was I supposed to know I’d meet you? Besides, you’ve had way more bedpartners than I have.”
“I killed all of mine.” Fenrir stared at him warningly. “It’s tempting to exercise old habits.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Oberon promised.
“How?”
“I’ll think of something, but I can’t do that if I’m dead, precious.”
Damn it. He’d almost forgotten.
Fen considered their options. “I can freeze your blood at the entrance to seal the wound, but I worry—”
“Do it.”
“You could suffer tissue damage.”
“Then the doctor will cut it out,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve got to make it to a doctor for them to do anything.”
Fenrir nibbled on his lower lip. “How long will it take us to get there? You still haven’t said.”
“Just stop the bleeding, precious.”
“King.”
Oberon laughed. “Careful, keep acting like this and I’ll start to get the wrong idea. You’re starting to seem like you like me.”
“I’m acting like you’re my alpha,” he corrected.