Chapter 8 #2
“I don’t have to prepare your virgin hole either,” he reminded, “yet it feels good, doesn’t it? Kissing will feel good too. Trust me.”
“Not if you were the last alpha on the planet.” Still, Fenrir found himself leaning forward, as though drawn to the mere promise of pleasure. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Your mistress should have known better. Should have warned you.”
He shook his head. “She couldn’t have known it’d be this…”
“This what?”
“Enticing.” If Michelle had realized how addictive Oberon’s touches were, she never would have agreed to this in the first place.
“It’s no surprise you’re this horny,” the alpha was clearly laughing at him, “but don’t you recall your ruts being this all-consuming as well when you had them?”
“No.” Shamelessly, Fenrir buried his nose against the crook of Oberon’s neck and inhaled. “I’ve never smelled anything like you before.”
The alpha’s pheromones were intoxicating. Briny with a hint of pine. He’d been letting them loose since they’d gotten into the car, and with a start, Fenrir realized he’d played right into the man’s hands by losing his cool so quickly.
He pulled back and glared, but the alpha simply laughed at him a second time.
“Don’t blame me for taking advantage of the situation,” Oberon said. “You’re the one who ruined a perfectly decent suit. Besides, I’m being nicer to you than your mistress ever was, aren’t I?”
Fenrir pursed his lips, a bit of reason managing to fight its way through the lusty haze. “You’re luring me in with the carrot.” Typical training tactic. The alpha was giving him a false sense of care to get Fen to let his guard down.
And it’d been working.
Shit.
Michelle really hadn’t warned him. She’d tested him against dozens of alpha pheromones, trained him to resist and keep his composure, even while outwardly faking it.
But this wasn’t an act.
Fenrir really was on the cusp of teetering over the edge.
“What’s with the accusation? We both know you want the stick.” Oberon released his dick and then brought his other hand to the globe of Fenrir’s ass. He parted his cheeks and then removed his finger, spearing two into him in the next instant.
Fenrir gushed all over again, and while the alpha was busy chuckling, he lost his patience.
He made quick work of Oberon’s belt, undoing his fly and pulling the material down as far as he was able while still straddling him.
The second the alpha’s cock sprang free, he froze, eyes taking in the engorged member.
It rose proudly, red and already damp from spilled precome. His cock had a slight curve to it, a thick crown that led to an even thicker base. The slight bump at the end, right before the alpha’s heavy sack, caught Fenrir’s attention, and he gulped.
A rush of soothing alpha pheromones filled the backseat, altering to targeted ones meant to entice an omega as soon as some of the tension eased from Fen’s shoulders.
“You can take it,” Oberon reassured when Fenrir finally dragged his eyes back to his.
He pulled his fingers free and then slapped his ass, the sound loud, the sting making Fenrir jump.
The alpha didn’t give him much time to react, hooking his hands beneath his cheeks, using that grip to slide Fenrir closer.
“Wait.” He slapped a hand against the alpha’s chest, eyes widening.
“You were the one who wanted to do this quick,” Oberon reminded.
“That was before.”
“Don’t become a coward on me now, precious.”
The alpha was baiting him.
It was working.
When Oberon pulled him forward again, Fenrir gave up resisting.
“That’s it.” The alpha adjusted them until his crown was pressed against Fenrir’s hole, pausing when Fen tensed up and held his breath. “You were right, by the way.”
“What?” Slick was still pooling out of him, lubricating his passage, and logically, he knew it would hurt, but wouldn’t be that bad considering how turned on he was, yet... The first real sensation of a cock threatening to breach his entrance had his heart pounding and his mind going blank.
“I’m being nice to you on purpose,” Oberon whispered the words as though conspiratorially. “It’s all an act. But, omega?” He grinned when Fenrir frowned. “I’m starting to get bored with it.”
Fenrir opened his mouth to ask him to explain, but the alpha struck before he was able to get so much as a word out.
A scream tore from his lips as he was impaled on all nine inches of the alpha’s cock in one brutal thrust. His body shook and gave out instantly, and he fell forward, chest to chest with the man who started moving within him without giving him a second to adjust.
“Wait,” Fen’s voice sounded weak even to himself, but whether or not the alpha heard it, he went unheeded.
Oberon dug his fingers into his flesh and held him in place as he tore through him with aggressive motions that shook the vehicle. He pounded him, cock forcing Fenrir’s virgin walls to stretch and reform, the process too slow and arduous to keep up with the thick, intruding member.
Fenrir could do nothing but hold on as the alpha ruthlessly fucked him, pouring more of his intoxicating pheromones into the confined space until he was so drunk on them, it was impossible for Fen to hold onto reason, let alone anger.
His mind blanked even as pain finally started turning to pleasure, cries turning to moans.
Without realizing, he started grinding forward, using the alpha’s momentum to propel himself so he could rub his weeping dick against Oberon’s stomach.
When one of his buttons scraped against the sensitive flesh of the underside of his shaft, Fenrir hissed.
“This should have been a penthouse suite with a view,” Oberon grumbled. “I should have known you wouldn’t play along. That we’d end up here, screwing like animals in the backseat. Is this where she usually takes you? Is that it? Got a kink for car sex thanks to your mistress?”
Fenrir shook his head, not following. “What?”
“Michelle.”
“I don’t have sex with Michelle.” Why would he? She was the reason he was in this predicament from the start. The monster in all of his nightmares.
Oberon didn’t slow, but his expression altered. “She doesn’t make you?”
“She doesn’t want me like that.”
“Could have fooled me with the way she treated you at the auction house.”
Was Oberon growing suspicious?
…Of what?
There was…something…Something Fenrir couldn’t let him find out, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what that was.
Unable to put his finger on it, Fen did the next best thing to divert the conversation.
He kissed him.
The alpha tasted like temptation, pheromones bursting around them as Fenrir drove his tongue into the other man’s mouth and urged him to respond.
Fen had been opposed to this type of intimacy before because it’d seemed unnecessary, but now he was realizing the error of his ways.
He sucked hard on his upper lip, nipping him when the alpha drove up with increased force.
“You’re nothing like what I imagined, and everything I hoped for.” Oberon bit him back, hard enough to have a bead of red blooming on Fenrir’s bottom lip.
“Alpha.” Fen didn’t care about the bloodshed. He was rising to the top, about to boil over.
“I’ll make it quick,” Oberon promised. “This time. Be prepared though, precious, next time we do it my way from the start. My omega needs to take it rough. He can’t be fragile.
Or docile.” His fingers threaded through Fenrir’s hair, and he tugged him away from where he’d buried his face against his neck.
Fenrir growled, but before he could glare, he was dropped back onto the alpha’s cock, the motion causing it to spear through him deeper than it’d gone before.
His vision winked out and his mouth gasped open, back bowing as he felt the alpha release inside of him, the feeling of being full growing to the point of discomfort.
“No.” Oberon’s hands landed on his hips, holding him down. “You aren’t done taking it yet. There’s still some to go.”
“I can’t—” A whine tore from him when he felt the bulge inflating at the base of the alpha’s cock.
The knot ballooned quickly, shoving persistently against Fenrir’s already overly stretched entrance. That ring of muscle protested, and he grit his teeth against the burn, squeezing his eyes shut desperately as he felt his body lose the battle and start to submit.
“This was what you wanted, remember?” Oberon said, voice husky, giving Fenrir the sense that he wasn’t unaffected by all of this either. “This was what you’ve been denied. An alpha’s knot. Your alpha’s knot. Take it like my omega should. Like it was meant for you.”
Fenrir shook his head, but he honestly didn’t know what he was protesting anymore. The alpha’s words were a jumbled mess in his brain, with him unable to make proper sense of any of it. All he could focus on was the feeling of that impossibly large object forcing its way inside of him.
This was already a night of firsts, but this was too much to process. He hadn’t been aware it was possible to feel this full and overwhelmed. This afraid and yet desperate. For more. For it to be over. For it to start again.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know anything anymore.
“What are you doing to me?” the question slurred out of him just as that knot completed its journey and settled all the way inside of his body. It locked the two of them together, keeping him full, but blocking his entrance so none of the alpha’s come could leak free.
Their instincts didn’t care that procreation between them was impossible. His omega pheromones reacted to the alpha’s and vice versa, just like they were meant to do.
“All that talk earlier and you still don’t know?
” Oberon’s voice cut through some of the haze, and it took Fenrir a minute to recall he’d asked him a question.
The alpha brought his firm lips to the curve of Fen’s jaw and planted an almost chaste kiss against his skin.
“The Wardrobe taught you nothing. Allow me to enlighten you in a way that they couldn’t.
This, my precious omega, is called ownership. ”
The hovercar came to a stop, jerking them both, causing the alpha to press against a spot within Fenrir that had him howling and seeing stars all over again.
Ownership?
Up until now, ownership had only felt like suffering, loneliness, and pain. This current sensation, while edged in the latter, was so far from suffering it was insane.
There was nothing lonely about this feeling.
About being locked on the alpha’s knot. Trapped in his lap.
This couldn’t be ownership, because that had never felt like belonging before, and Fenrir knew better than to trust in the careless words of an alpha getting off.
Fenrir passed out before he finished coming, falling forward into Oberon’s possessive embrace.