“Why mess with a good thing?” He sighed when he felt the alpha’s cock finally stop spilling. “Thank gods it’s finally over.”
“For now.”
He peeled his eyes open to stare up at the alpha, just as the man’s knot began to shrink, letting out a startled yelp when Oberon rolled him onto his stomach, twisting his cock within him in the process.
Fenrir grabbed onto the edge of the rug and held on as pangs zipped through him, trying to contain his arousal so as not to embarrass himself.
“Precious.” The heavy weight of the alpha settled over him, and then he was moving again, pounding into him hard enough to make his teeth rattle.
Fen moaned and caught sight of himself in the window, the barest hint of his reflection cast by the flickering flames. His pupils were blown, the orange ring around them practically gone, and his mouth was perpetually parted. Experimentally, he called to his power, frost instantly coating the stone ground where the tips of his fingers rested just off the fur.
Soothing alpha pheromones cascaded around him briefly before switching to suggestive ones, and Fenrir’s omega instincts responded, the same tantalizing scent meant to attract wafting off him.
“Again,” Oberon demanded, less eager to draw it out this time.
“I just came.”
“Again, omega.” His hand settled beneath Fenrir’s jaw, and he lifted his head slightly, face hovering close as he motioned toward their reflections. Oberon’s green eyes were glowing. “See that? That’s you getting fucked by your alpha. What was that you said in the beginning? Product over pack?” He grunted. “You’ll never get wet like this for anyone else again. You’ll recoil at the smell of other alphas. Everything you’ve been through, all that you’ve endured, was to lead you here, straight to me. This is where you belong. This was what you were born for. I’m your pack, Fenrir. And you’re mine.”
The second orgasm hit him and Fen cried out as he was pounded through it.
“Behave,” Oberon said. “Moan for your alpha.”
He came, and Fenrir gasped and struggled beneath him as he was pumped full all over again. His body wasn’t able to contain it all, and his cheeks flushed at the squelching sounds being made between them, a sharp juxtaposition to what could have arguably been considered romantic words from the alpha.
They were romantic to Fenrir, anyway.
All he’d ever wanted was for someone to tell him he was good enough.
“This time,” Oberon growled devilishly as his knot pushed itself into Fen, trapping their bodies together, “you better not forget.”
He didn’t give Fen time to wonder over the words.
Shoving Fen’s head down to the fur, his mouth found that same spot on his neck and bit down.
Fenrir came the second he felt those teeth puncture skin, the dual sensations of being so deeply penetrated in two places sending him into overdrive. He saw stars as the orgasm quaked through him, spilling sticky fluid all over the ruined carpet as the alpha rocked his hips against him.
When Oberon unclenched his jaw, Fenrir reached back, holding his head in place, wanting to feel the bite a little longer.
Wanting to commit every tiny sensation to memory.
Chapter 22:
“You’re cheating,” Oberon declared. “You have to be.”
Fenrir shrugged and slipped another one of the alpha’s pieces off the board. “I thought you said you were good at this. You’re the one who suggested we play.”
It was day three of being snowed in, and he’d finally convinced the alpha to do something other than fuck him—at least for the time being. The past few days had been a whirlwind of nonstop passion. Most of their conversations had taken place with the alpha still buried deep inside of him, and the asshole had counted those as “breaks”.
He’d been astonished when he’d come out of the bathroom to find the alpha had finally rolled up the ruined fur rug and replaced it with the comforter from the bed.
Oberon had been busy setting up the gameboard, setting out glass pieces in their place on the wooden board.
Savage was a popular two-player strategy boardgame similar to chess. The goal was to overtake the other player and checkmate their Emperor, but the caveat was that the only piece that could properly defend the Emperor was the Royal Consort. The Emperor was allowed to move around the board unrestricted, but the Royal Consort was subject to more rules and regulations than any of the other twelve pieces.
To say Fenrir was relieved when he’d been invited to play and allowed to keep his pants on—the ones he’d literally just stepped into—would be an understatement. Sex with Oberon was more exhausting than any influx he’d undergone.
And incredible.