Chapter 21 #2
“I’m not mated to product from the Wardrobe, or Michelle’s throwaway.
I’m mated to you. You’re the hybrid omega who belongs to Oberon King.
Before that, you were the hybrid who fought his way through some of the worst things that a person could ever experience.
Act like it. Even on that stage, you looked me dead in the eye and you glared.
I’m a member of the White Frost, and yet you refused to be intimidated by me. ”
“I was terrified of you, actually,” Fenrir corrected. “It’s just, you’re so damn attractive, it made me forget myself.”
“I’ll help you remember then.”
Fenrir gasped when Oberon released him suddenly. He found himself spun and then was lifted into the air and shoved against the wall all over again. His legs wrapped around the alpha’s waist, and then they were kissing, a frantic, explosive meeting of lips and tongue and clanging teeth.
The alpha kissed him senseless, like he was trying to punish and consume him all at once. But just when Fenrir started getting into it, picking up on the pacing and matching it, Oberon made his next move.
“What—” Fenrir grabbed onto the alpha as he was pulled away from the wall, then clung when Oberon started walking.
He thought they’d go for the bed, frowning when they passed it.
It made sense a moment later when he was lowered and then dropped onto his back on the fur rug, sprawled out beneath the alpha as he tore his clothing off in a rush. “Slow down.”
Oberon captured his wrist when Fenrir reached for him, pinning it over his head on the black fur. He’d gotten his shirt off, but hadn’t bothered removing his sweatpants entirely, merely tugged them down to expose his massive length.
He distracted Fenrir with another kiss, attacking his mouth with the same fervor as before. The alpha nipped at him hard enough to sting, and while Fen was still reeling from the intensity of it, reached down to position himself.
Fenrir felt the alpha’s crown notch at his entrance and broke the kiss.
The alpha thrust into him with one hard pump of his hips, burying his entire length into Fenrir’s body in a move that had him howling. Once he was as deep as he could go, he gyrated, then pulled out and repeated the motion.
Oberon kept a steady pace, driving Fenrir crazy, controlling his pleasure with ease. He drove in fast, then withdrew slowly, seemingly enjoying the way Fen went wild when he did.
“Please!” Fenrir didn’t even last ten minutes before he was begging. “Harder!”
“This is hard.” He slammed into him but then retreated with the same calculated pull.
“Faster!” Fen growled, then sobbed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, but if you tell me, I’ll say it! I’ll say anything!”
The alpha straightened, kneeling between his spread thighs, and then caught Fen’s right ankle and tugged his leg up.
He placed his heel over his left shoulder, opening Fenrir’s body for him so he could spear through him even deeper than before.
Ignoring Fenrir’s pleas, he fucked him like that for a spell, tightening his grip to keep Fen in place.
He even shoved him back down when Fenrir reached for him.
“Good Light,” Oberon groaned. “I love how tight you are. Love you wrapped around my cock.”
“King!” Fenrir couldn’t recall ever having been this turned on when not in heat. “Alpha!”
“What is it? What do you want, precious?”
“Knot me,” he gasped. “I need to feel you blow your load inside of me and—”
“Gods.” Oberon dropped his leg and blanketed himself over Fenrir once more, lips slamming over his as he finally started thrusting the way Fenrir needed.
Pheromones exploded around them, mingling and heightening their mutual arousal. Oberon held Fenrir down, and Fen clawed at him, mindless in their passion.
The soft fur at his back, paired with the hard edges of the alpha on top of him were driving him mad, and Fenrir started clenching around Oberon.
His dick gushed between them, smearing come across both of their chests even as his hole continued to drip slick.
The orgasm had him sobbing against Oberon’s lips, the sound of the crackling fire and the shower they’d forgotten to turn off momentarily drowned out by the loud noises he was making.
The alpha followed him shortly after, pummeling him a few more times before drilling in deep and freezing over him.
His balls twitched, and the knot at the base of his cock ballooned.
He seemed to come for a million years, pumping seed into Fenrir’s body, even as his knot rolled to block his entrance.
After a minute, with it still not stopping, Fenrir whimpered, but the alpha shushed him.
“Behave,” Oberon said. “You can take it.”
“It’s too much,” he disagreed. “Too full. It feels like if you give me any more, I might pop.”
The alpha chuckled and then nuzzled his chin. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“You try this and see how you feel.”
Oberon hummed as though considering. “Unfortunately, your knot doesn’t inflate like it used to. I doubt I’d be able to feel much of anything if you stuck that in me.”
“My dick is big, asshole.”
“That’s true.” He laughed. “Do you miss it? Would you like to top me?”
Fenrir was tempted to say yes just to see the alpha’s reaction, but… “No.”
All of his past experiences had been bad. The only good sex he’d had was with Oberon.
“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.