Chapter 9 #2
Now all that was left was to get out of there, which shouldn’t be so hard, considering the dose the waitress had given him had been mild.
The fact that he was no longer experiencing any signs of heat was proof as much.
One knot had been all it’d taken to clear his system, and while he imagined the alpha might try and complain, their contract was clear.
Oberon had purchased a single heat, and now Fenrir’s heat was over.
“You seem good,” the alpha’s presence startled Fen when he stepped out of the bedroom.
“Where did you come from?” he tried not to sound guilty, but did allow his gaze to wander to the closed door, the one that had been locked moments prior.
“I went to get refreshments and excuse the staff.” Oberon waved an arm toward the desk where a tray had been placed. There were bowls filled with various snacks and several bottles of water.
The multi-slate was still there, but—
“Care to explain this?” The alpha held up the fountain pen.
Fenrir had forgotten all about it. There was blood on the tip, and even though he went still, the alpha’s gaze easily homed in on the cut still bleeding on his inner thigh.
“My heat is over,” Fen blurted, not even bothering to come up with some half-baked explanation. “Our contract has been completed. Where are my clothes?”
The alpha stared at him for a moment and then hummed, seemingly coming to some understanding. “Is that why you did it?”
Fenrir frowned.
“You cut yourself to end your heat early?”
“I—” He’d been about to deny it, but…That could work. “I wasn’t due for a week. It was already strange.”
“So you’re saying I have no way of proving you ended it by causing yourself harm, or if it simply ended on its own because it wasn’t a full heat?” Oberon tossed the pen to the side, the metal object clattering loudly. “Are you trying to rip me off right now, omega?”
He shook his head. “I fulfilled my end of the agreement. You knotted.”
“Once.”
“There’s no mention in the contract of it needing to be done multiple times.”
Oberon’s eyes narrowed. “I wonder, are you really this na?ve, or are you putting on a show? It’s hard to tell with you.”
“If you don’t like it—”
“Who said that?” he cut him off. “On the contrary, I like where this is going a lot.”
That didn’t sound good.
“You…do?” Fenrir couldn’t hide his trepidation, sliding back a step when the alpha advanced.
“In case you really are this obtuse,” Oberon stated, “heats tend to last longer than an hour. Knotting usually has to be done a handful of times. You can see why I was expecting more from this.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“It is. I want you to be prepared.”
“Stop.” Fenrir’s omega pheromones spiked, letting out a warning scent.
“Too late for that.” The alpha was upon him in a flash, latching onto his wrist. With the same amount of ease he’d used to throw the pen, he tossed Fenrir onto the bed and quickly followed.
Fen managed to land a blow to the alpha’s side with his knee, but that was it before he found himself pinned. When he opened his mouth to complain, Oberon seized the advantage again, shoving something onto his tongue.
“Swallow,” the alpha ordered, covering Fenrir’s mouth and shoving his head back against the bed.
Fenrir floundered, but he was no match for the White Frost member. The small pill tasted sour, and fear flashed through him, but unable to do much else, he found himself obeying. He gasped for air the second the alpha removed his hand, but the relief was short-lived.
Painful cramps hit him in the gut, and he rolled onto his side and curled in on himself as a wave of pure agony ripped through him.
The alpha was kneeling now, carefully removing the clean set of clothing he must have changed into while Fenrir was unconscious. He wasn’t in any hurry, peeling each item away and setting it off to the side, all while staring Fen down.
Fenrir felt like he’d been tossed into boiling water, his muscles aching, his dick throbbing.
Precome gushed from his tip at the same time as globs of slick dripped from his back entrance.
His already abused hole stung, but the rest of his body didn’t seem to get the same memo, his insides clenching around empty space.
A whine traveled up his throat and tore through him, and through tear-filled eyes, he risked rolling his head and catching a glimpse of the alpha.
The almost cruel way he was smirking had Fenrir shivering.
All sense of pride gone, he didn’t even think to hold back the fearful whimper that escaped him when the alpha’s cock was freed from his pants.
But it was impossible to tell what the fear was really for.
That he’d be forced to take it again.
Or that he’d be denied it.
How many heats had he spent that way in the past? Denied. Refused the relief that could only be delivered by riding an alpha’s cock and taking their knot.
“Now,” Oberon stroked himself a couple of times, the glimmer in his green eyes turning wicked when that caused him to grow even larger and Fenrir let out another panicked sound, “no more playing. Let me teach you what a true heat is, omega, and show you why I’m the only alpha you’ll ever need.”
Fenrir didn’t even have it in him to protest.
He couldn’t fight back when the alpha flipped him onto his stomach and raised his hips.