A hand settled around his left hip, fingers flexing, as though trying to get a feel for Fenrir’s mood and how much he’d let Oberon get away with.
To help him out, Fen took a deliberate step back, bumping against the alpha’s solid chest. While the other man was startled, he grabbed his hand, pulling his arm around before settling his palm directly over his stiff dick.
Fenrir dropped his head back against Oberon’s shoulder and moaned, sure he’d gotten his point across when the alpha started to stroke him.
“Are you sure, precious?” the alpha whispered, his other arm wrapping around his center, as though his subconscious feared the answer and he couldn’t help himself.
“Keep going.” Fenrir barely got the words out before he found himself pressed against the wall, the alpha tilting his hips to give himself a better angle even as his hand pumped him faster.
Oberon palmed the globe of Fen’s right ass cheek, massaging it like he had back at the cottage. “You turned me down earlier.”
“That was earlier.”
“No longer concerned about my health?”
Fen clicked his tongue. “Didn’t you claim fucking me would make you heal faster?”
The alpha groaned, fingers slipping between his crack to find his entrance. He rubbed at it lightly, not letting up even when Fenrir hissed. “Still sore?”
“It’s fine.” He was already too turned on to care. “It’s not like we have anywhere to be.”
“That’s true,” Oberon drawled, pressing a single digit past that tight ring of muscle. “You aren’t going anywhere in the foreseeable future. When you were in heat, you could take my cock for days. I wonder how many rounds we can go now before you pass out on me.”
“Slow down.” Fenrir chuckled. “How about we get through one first and see where the night takes us?”
“Precious.” Oberon moved in closer, driving his finger in deep in the process. His other hand moved lower to cup his balls. “Once I’m back inside of you, I’m not leaving until I damn well please.”
“Even if I actually do pass out?” That shouldn’t be hot, shouldn’t cause shivers to skate across his skin.
But it did.
“It’s not like it’ll be the first time I screw you while you’re unconscious.” Oberon’s mouth found the spot on the side of his neck where the claiming bite was, and he lapped at it teasingly. “Is this turning you on, omega? Do you like knowing how badly I want you?”
“Yes.” There was no point in denying it.
“I’m sure loads of people wanted this tight ass,” the alpha practically growled, the hint of jealousy impossible to miss. “The only good thing the Bitch of the Wardrobe did was keep them away.”
“It’s not the same,” Fenrir reassured. He could have stopped there, but he was craving more, and he’d do anything to keep the alpha happy and on him, even confess a few vulnerabilities. “No one has ever wanted me the way you do.”
Against all reason and logic, Oberon had chosen Fen. He’d claimed him, an odd omega bought from the Wardrobe at auction. Fenrir wasn’t a respectable member of society, he wasn’t well educated, and he didn’t have a penny to his name. Michelle kept him around because she could get use out of him. She wanted his Shout abilities and the clout that would have eventually come with it once she’d tested his loyalty.
The fact that she could so easily turn on him and send a team to assassinate him at the cottage was proof she’d never harbored any sort of fondness toward him.
But Oberon…
Oberon had covered Fenrir’s back. Had insisted Fen get to safety, even staying behind himself to fend the Wardrobe off. He’d given him space before and after dinner when it’d become apparent Fen needed it, and he hadn’t complained once about anything that had happened since the two of them had met.
“Some might argue that I’m bad luck,” Fenrir said. “Things haven’t been easy for you since you bid on me.”
The alpha pressed in a second finger, curling them until Fenrir lifted onto his toes and cried out. “Behave.”
“I…am?”
“I’m not mated to product from the Wardrobe, or Michelle’s throwaway. I’m mated toyou. You’re the hybrid omega who belongs to Oberon King. Before that, you were the hybrid who fought his way through some of the worst things that a person could ever experience. Act like it. Even on that stage, you looked me dead in the eye and you glared. I’m a member of the White Frost, and yet you refused to be intimidated by me.”
“I was terrified of you, actually,” Fenrir corrected. “It’s just, you’re so damn attractive, it made me forget myself.”
“I’ll help you remember then.”