“All right,” Oberon stated. “If you win, I’ll cook lunch. But you have to eat whatever I make you. No complaints. No refusals. Otherwise, I get to bend you over and stretch that tight hole of yours. Deal?”
Fenrir tried to see the trap, but if there was one, it eluded him. He wasn’t a picky eater, so if the alpha thought he’d get him by concocting something disgusting with random ingredients, he had another thing coming.
“I’ll eat anything.” He shrugged. “You have a deal.”
The alpha smirked and slid a smaller piece to the right, bumping one of the Fenrir’s lesser soldiers off the board.
And leaving himself completely open to the obvious attack Fen was about to unleash.
Fenrir stared at him and frowned.
“No backing out now,” Oberon maintained. “You already gave your word.”
Too nervous to drag it out, Fen made his final move, effectively knocking the alpha’s Emperor out of play. “Checkmate.”
The alpha sighed in mock disappointment and stood with a flourish. He grinned when Fenrir’s brow furrowed at the move, and blew him a kiss while his hands worked at untying the strings of his sweats.
His pants dropped to the floor, exposing himself and his semi-hard cock to view. He started stroking himself even as Fenrir scowled.
“You’re getting precome all over the board,” Fenrir growled, unable to look away as a fat drop glistened from the alpha’s slit and then plopped onto the very piece he’d just used to win. “Gross.”
“If you don’t want me making a mess, you should get over here and do something about it.”
“What?” He couldn’t seriously mean—
“Here’s lunch.” Oberon flicked his hips, his now fully erect cock bobbing and leaking some more. “I made it especially for you. Come eat.”
His skin prickled with indignation. “I am not giving you a blowjob, King.”
“Then you’re going to have to turn around, present for me, and welcome me back into that sweet ass of yours,” he reminded, letting out a low whistle. “That’s my preferred choice anyway.”
“Can you seriously not keep it in your pants foroneafternoon?” Fenrir sounded annoyed—hewasannoyed—but his mind and body weren’t in sync. The feeling of slick coating his passage, dripping from his overly worked hole, had him shifting uncomfortably. His dick was no better, reacting to the sight of the proud alpha, standing at attention despite how badly Fen tried to resist temptation.
“It’s been hours,” Oberon argued. “Besides, this way we both still get what we want. You can take a breather from getting stuffed, and I can still pump you full of pheromones and come. It’s instinctual, precious. I’m alpha. I need to bathe my newly claimed omega in my scent. I’m not one to fight my instincts.”
“So you’d rather fight me?” Fenrir glowered.
“Don’t be like that. You agreed to the bet and you lost. Grandpa wouldn’t approve of this poor loser mentality.”
“Grandfather wouldn’t approve of my being omega.”
“I hope he’s rolling over in his grave right now then, since I’ve broken in his precious once-alpha grandson and made him my willing mate.”
“He isn’t,” Fenrir confessed. “I had the bastard cremated and dumped into the sewers.”
Oberon laughed. “Cold, baby. I should have expected as much from you.”
The term of endearment sent a strange wave of excitement through Fenrir, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Time to behave,” the alpha ordered more firmly. “Come suck on my cock like the good little winner you are. I prepared this meal for you with love. It would be rude not to accept it.”
“And if I bite it off?” Fenrir slowly got to his feet.
“You’re too afraid of influx for that.” Lust filled Oberon’s gaze as Fenrir stepped around the gameboard, the green of his irises beginning to light up like neon glowsticks.
Fen had seen a lot of horny alpha’s eyes do that, but none of them could hold a candle to how attractive Oberon’s were. It wasn’t because he’d been bitten either. He recalled thinking that back at the auction house, when he’d been ordered to touch himself under the alpha’s erotic study.
Oberon turned his back to the window, and Fenrir paused before him briefly before dropping to his knees. The alpha ran his fingers through his hair. “That’s good. Keep going. Put me in your mouth.”