Chapter 8
The dose wasn’t very strong, but it hit him hard.
Fenrir shook his head in a poor attempt to clear it as he stumbled out of the building and down the stone steps toward the black hovercar. Oberon helped him, but things would have been faster if he’d done more than merely support Fen’s weight.
The alpha was trying to drag this out. Clearly hoping the frigid winter air would knock some sense into Fenrir and keep his heat at bay just a little longer.
That couldn’t happen.
If Fen lost his mind before completing the mission…He couldn’t allow that.
As soon as they were in the back of the car, he started tugging at his clothing, practically tearing through it in his haste to undress.
The alpha ordered the driver to get moving, and then a partition screen rose to separate the front of the vehicle from the back. His hands tried to still Fenrir’s movements, but when that was no use, he opted to use his pheromones instead.
Fenrir cried out at the first onslaught of pure, dominant alpha pheromones. They were meant to be the warning kind, the type to cow an omega and get them in line, but Fen was no ordinary omega, and instead of reacting in the intended way, he found himself slipping even closer to insanity.
In a flash, he was naked and straddling the alpha, grinding down on him and leaking slick all over the man’s expensive pants.
“I didn’t pay eleven million to fuck you in a car like some horny teenager,” Oberon hissed, but he didn’t attempt to shove Fenrir off.
“Your dick does not agree.” Fen could feel it growing, and ground himself even harder against that bulge, moaning when it hardened further. He took the opportunity to check the alpha’s pockets, hands roaming up his sides, over the suit jacket, then beneath it.
He’d already noticed Oberon wasn’t wearing his multi-slate—the device that acted as both a communicator and computer—on his wrist like most people chose to. But the guy had to have one, and if it was here, Fen would find it.
“Quit feeling me up. What happened to all that carefully constructed composure?” Oberon captured his wrists and pinned them against his stomach.
“I’ve never done this before,” he reminded, allowing himself to come off mildly pathetic. Anything to ensure his success here. “I’m not allowed alphas when I’m near heat. This is a first for me. Throw a guy a bone, would you?”
Oberon’s fingers suddenly wrapped around Fenrir’s solid dick, and he gasped and flicked his hips at that first heated touch.
Falling forward, he planted his hands at either side of the alpha’s head, gripping the leather upholstery as the alpha played with him. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a handjob, and yet…
Must be the heat.
Yeah, that was it.
Everything was different when an omega was in heat. Heightened. Extreme. Raw.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d start putting meaning where there was none, and then he’d truly be lost.
“Alpha,” Fenrir whined. He needed to speed this up. The sooner he was knotted, the sooner he could gather his senses enough to execute the plan. His eyes slid down, catching sight of Oberon fisting him.
“Slow down,” Oberon ordered. “Since this is your first time, we’ll have to ease you into it.”
He grunted. “As if you care about hurting me.”
“True, I don’t.” The alpha’s free hand secured him by the nape and hauled him forward until their foreheads met.
“But I didn’t spend all that money just to break my new toy the very first time I play with it, either.
Blood makes for good lube, but since you’re already dripping slick, tearing you open kind of seems obsolete, wouldn’t you agree? ”
Fenrir hadn’t feared pain in a long time, but still…He gave a single nod.
“Spread your thighs for me,” Oberon said. “Relax, omega. I’ll give you what you want, just on my own schedule. I can appreciate that as an ex-alpha, a part of you most likely wants to take control here, but let me assure you that will not be happening.”
Fen straightened, shifting his thighs wider over the alpha’s lap, arching his back in the process.
“Are you presenting for me?” Oberon chuckled, then, before Fenrir could respond, lowered his mouth and sucked one of Fen’s nipples between his lips. At the same time, his free hand circled around his backside, fingers slipping between Fenrir’s crack.
The world exploded in a burst of color the second one of those fingers pressed against his closed entrance, and Fenrir howled and rocked against the alpha’s bulge. The feeling of that light touch, paired with the sharpness of the alpha’s teeth against his chest, sent his nerve endings firing.
“Since you’re this sensitive,” the pad of Oberon’s finger traced the outline of Fen’s puckered entrance, massaging it teasingly, “I’ll believe you really are a virgin omega. Is this different from all the times you’ve dominated another? Does it feel different?”
Yes, and not just because of what he was doing, how he was touching him.
Everything was different, from the coaxing way the alpha’s smell enticed him, to the way Fenrir’s mind started to grow fuzzy. It was too soon for that, for him to lose himself to lust, and yet try as he might, he was struggling to maintain any sense of self-control.
“Do you prefer one over the other?” Oberon asked next, not giving Fen a chance to answer his first set of questions.
“Dominance and being an alpha aren’t mutually exclusive,” Fenrir hissed. “Plenty of omegas desire the upper hand in the bedroom.”
“Oh? Is that what you want?”
“I never—” Fenrir squeezed his eyes shut when the man nipped at his chest again, this time lavishing his attention on his other nipple. “I want more. More of this.”
“Of what? You’ve got to use your words, precious, or I won’t know what you’re talking about.”
“King.”
Oberon chuckled. “Did you mean more of me in general? Cute. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already close to making a deal to get what you want.”
“Deal?” Fenrir frowned. It took him longer than it should have to place why that bothered him, but he got there eventually. “We have a contract.”
That was right. He shouldn’t have to beg or make deals or any such nonsense. The alpha should be fucking him. Plain and simple. That was what he’d paid for.
“You paid to fuck me,” he reminded tersely, patience waning. “Stop being a tease and—”
“Does she let you talk to her like that?” the alpha chided. “Your mistress? Does she let you get away with saying things like that to her?”
“You are not the same.”
“No,” he agreed. “Because, unlike Michelle, I have no intentions of making you suffer alone.” Oberon drove his finger in with one harsh plunge, forcing his way inside despite that protesting ring of muscle. “Bitch.”
Fenrir barely heard his curse, too busy crying out at the sudden intrusion and the burn it brought with it.
When he was on his own, he waited until the heat was too strong to ignore, and then he’d give in and use the dildo on himself.
Because he was already too far gone by that point, the pain was hardly noticeable when he shoved himself down onto the toy.
That wasn’t the case here.
He felt everything. Every little flick of the alpha’s tongue as he lapped and nibbled on his chest. Every knuckle as that finger pumped in and out of him at a rapid pace that belied all of Oberon’s earlier comments about taking things slow.
Had it felt anything like this during those stolen moments with the other alphas at the compound when he’d been younger?
When they’d broken the rules and risked getting each other off?
He didn’t think so. If it had been, he would have dreamed about it more often.
Begged Michelle to be entered into the auction sooner.
Michelle…right. They’d been talking about her. There was a reason his mistress had finally decided to give him up. Something he was meant to do. Something important and—
Oberon’s thumb pressed against Fenrir’s slit and then rubbed against his flushed crown, finger spearing in as deep as it could go at the same time.
The orgasm caught Fen by surprise, dick squirting suddenly, coating the alpha’s shirt in more bodily fluids.
“I’ve barely penetrated you and you’ve come already?” Oberon tsked. “Someone needs better training.”
That wasn’t fair. He hadn’t been trained in this.
“I was never meant for the auctions,” Fenrir stated crossly, blinded by the waves of electricity still pinging through his body.
They’d trained him in stamina, but not in the way Oberon believed. It’d been about controlling his spikes of energy, not extending his latency. But none of that mattered. His dick was still rock hard, that single finger still working him open in a way that was starting to grow painful. “More.”
The energy within him, a well of power unknown to the alpha stretching his hole, was surprisingly stable. His pheromones were off the charts, but the responding alpha ones that filled the backseat of the car helped to keep them in check. Even on his own, it had never been this…simple.
Straightforward.
Fenrir only had to focus on the man in front of him and nothing else. For the first time in a long time, those fears of influx faded into the dark recesses of his mind. Practically forgotten in the onslaught of sensation brought on by the alpha.
“Beg me like a proper omega,” Oberon suggested, hand stilling at the base of Fenrir’s dick, cinching to suppress blood flow in a way that made him ache. “Surely you’ve been taught how to do that, hmm?”
“King, please.”
“As much as I enjoy being called your lord, that isn’t what I’m after. Think, omega.”
Oh right. Just like in every other aspect of life, they had roles to play.
“Alpha.” Fen took a gamble and moved to run his fingers through Oberon’s blond locks. They felt silky to the touch, so soft he momentarily lost himself, though the man beneath him didn’t seem to mind. “Alpha, please.”
“Should I kiss you, Fenrir?”
He scowled instinctively.
“What?” Oberon grinned. “Is that too romantic for you?”
“You don’t have to kiss me to fuck me.”