Chapter 22
“You’re cheating,” Oberon declared. “You have to be.”
Fenrir shrugged and slipped another one of the alpha’s pieces off the board. “I thought you said you were good at this. You’re the one who suggested we play.”
It was day three of being snowed in, and he’d finally convinced the alpha to do something other than fuck him—at least for the time being.
The past few days had been a whirlwind of nonstop passion.
Most of their conversations had taken place with the alpha still buried deep inside of him, and the asshole had counted those as “breaks”.
He’d been astonished when he’d come out of the bathroom to find the alpha had finally rolled up the ruined fur rug and replaced it with the comforter from the bed.
Oberon had been busy setting up the gameboard, setting out glass pieces in their place on the wooden board.
Savage was a popular two-player strategy boardgame similar to chess.
The goal was to overtake the other player and checkmate their Emperor, but the caveat was that the only piece that could properly defend the Emperor was the Royal Consort.
The Emperor was allowed to move around the board unrestricted, but the Royal Consort was subject to more rules and regulations than any of the other twelve pieces.
To say Fenrir was relieved when he’d been invited to play and allowed to keep his pants on—the ones he’d literally just stepped into—would be an understatement. Sex with Oberon was more exhausting than any influx he’d undergone.
And incredible.
But his body needed a break, a real one, no matter how fantastic it felt to experience a true knot.
Their first game had passed quickly, mostly because Fenrir had spent it getting a read on Oberon’s play style. He’d let the alpha win, but only the once.
The second game was stretching into hour number four, and his alpha was now understandably getting frustrated.
“I am good that this,” Oberon growled. “I was head of the savage club at university. I’m a member of the Glass Society!”
“Impressive.” He wasn’t mocking him, he really meant it.
The Glass Society was a club that required a hefty membership fee and a qualifying level of skill. As the oldest savage club in the galaxy, they prided themselves on their ranking and only extended invitations to join to those who’d made a noticeable mark in the gaming community.
“The real question is, why are you so good?” Oberon challenged, sliding one of his circular, light blue glass pieces diagonally to the left three spaces.
“My grandparents had an old set,” Fen moved to block him as he explained. “It was the only thing my grandfather and I could do together without fighting. Sportsmanship was very important to him, believe it or not.”
Ironic that the guy who’d used illegal substances and skimmed funds off the top also looked down on sore losers.
“There’s one at the estate as well. Sometimes, I can convince one of the servants to play with me.”
“What about when you can’t?” Oberon asked. “Michelle won’t?”
“She and Trick play all the time.”
“They leave you out?”
He shook his head. “I turn her down. Nothing good will come of letting her deeper into my psyche. You can learn a lot about a person based on how they maneuver in a game like savage.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “And how they handle being matched against a strong opponent.”
“For the record,” the alpha drawled, “I enjoy that you’re skilled. It’s just, if I’d known it would take this long, I never would have suggested it in the first place.”
“Why? Something else you wanted to do?”
“Judging from your tone, you know exactly what’s on my mind.” Oberon captured two of Fenrir’s pieces in one move and winked at him.
“No more screwing. My back can’t take it.” He considered going easy on the alpha in an attempt to sway him, but decided against it.
Oberon’s eyes narrowed as he watched one of his pieces get taken before Fenrir positioned his Royal Consort in a dangerous spot. “How about a bet? If you win, you can fuck me. If I win, I can fuck you.”
“I don’t want to mount you, King.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Better idea,” he offered. “If I win, you cook lunch. If you win I—”
“Let me fuck you against the counter.”
Fenrir glared. “Is that all you can think about?”
“We’re still in the mating period,” Oberon reminded. “The more pheromones we exchange, the healthier it is for both of us. It strengthens the bond. Don’t you feel better than you have in years?”
“Oh, so you’re doing this for my benefit.” He didn’t buy that for a second.
“It’s a factor,” the alpha insisted. “Of course I want my omega to be happy and healthy. Well? How do you feel? Any concerns? Any signs of influx?”
“No.” He waited for Oberon to make his next move, contemplating, and then took his turn.
“Everything has regulated itself. This is my new normal, so I shouldn’t have to worry about influx again.
Unless you die, that is. Or are severely injured and so bedridden that pheromone exchange isn’t possible for a long period of time. Or you get erectile dysfunction. Or—”
Oberon held up a hand, stopping him. “Okay, I think we get it. You can stop listing all the horrible things that can potentially befall me now.”
He shrugged and cornered the alpha’s Emperor. “Still want to bet?”
“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 for one afternoon?” Fenrir sounded annoyed—he was annoyed—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.”
Fenrir leaned forward, resting his hands on the alpha’s powerful thighs. His tongue flicked out tentatively, licking his flushed crown. A burst of salt and musk greeted him, and he pressed in for more, tracing that mushroom tip before finally popping it into his mouth to give a light suck.
He pulled him in further when the alpha moaned and rocked his hips, flattening his tongue and widening his lips. Oberon’s girth made things difficult, and Fen took his time with it, easing on and off his cock, allowing it to go deeper with every intake.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as soon as he managed to deepthroat him, but Fenrir didn’t stop, picking up the pace instead. The alpha quivered as Fen hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, jolting when Fen suddenly cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze.
Oberon’s fingers threaded through Fenrir’s hair until he was gripping the back of his head. It was the only warning he gave before he took control, snapping his hips forward while yanking Fenrir forcefully.
Fen gagged and sputtered, but when he tried to pull away, the alpha didn’t let him. He felt that wide cock drive partially down his throat over and over again, his air supply momentarily cut off as the alpha used him for his own pleasure.
Pheromones flooded his system everywhere the alpha touched him, even his battering member.
Precome coated his tongue and dripped down his throat, adding bursts of pheromones that called to Fenrir’s.
Even as tears streamed down his face and his jaw began to ache, Fenrir felt pride and belonging.
An omega who could please his alpha was a prize, same as an alpha who could satisfy their omega.
The second Oberon came, Fen swallowed him down, welcoming every drop with fervor. He clung to him even when the alpha’s grip loosened, refusing to detach until he was certain he’d blown his entire load.
He didn’t knot, probably too afraid of hurting Fenrir, and something about that had Fen gushing for him all over again from both places.
Something about knowing Oberon had been rough with him, but knew when to draw the line to keep Fen safe was sexy.
Fenrir popped off him with a lewd sound, shoving the alpha back before Oberon could react. He kept going until Oberon hit the glass, one hand pinning him in place on his stomach, the other reaching between them to capture his wet cock.
“Get hard for me again,” Fenrir commanded, fisting him and stroking him in a mild frenzy. His mouth locked onto Oberon’s, not wanting to give the alpha a chance to refuse, and he speared his tongue down his throat in a mockery of what the alpha had just done to him with his aggressive member.
The second he felt the alpha lengthen to full mast, he released him, stepping back so there was enough space for him to spin on his heels. Then he bent at the waist, presenting in a somewhat awkward position.
“Fuck me,” Fenrir said. “Alpha.”
Oberon didn’t need to be told twice.
Using the window to brace himself, his hands found Fenrir’s hips, and he pulled him back onto his waiting cock, filling him with one solid thrust.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” Oberon growled a minute later, seemingly coming back to his senses enough to.
“I want it.”
“Thought you wanted a break.”
“That was before.” Fenrir ground back against him, trying to urge him to change the topic, but the stubborn alpha was having too much fun teasing him.
“Before?”
“Before I tasted you,” he confessed. “Before I felt you come down my throat. Before—”
Oberon’s hand circled Fenrir’s neck and he hauled him up, effectively cutting him off in the process. His nose nuzzled exploringly against the spot beneath Fen’s right ear, then lower, drawing closer to the healing mark he’d remade just that morning.
Fenrir had lost count of how many times Oberon had bitten him, always in the same place, as though wanting to ingrain the experience in Fenrir’s mind. His teeth grazed that area now, even as he pumped into him hard enough the sound of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the cave.
“This ass is worth eleven million coin,” Oberon groaned.
“Just eleven?” he quipped, and the alpha chuckled.
“More than. So much more. And it’s all mine.”
“Yes.”
“Mine to fuck whenever I please.”
“Yes.” Fenrir was beginning to feel lightheaded, his balls tightening almost to the point of pain as he drew closer to release.
“Mine to claim.”
“Yes.”
“Mine to plug.”
“Alpha.”
“What is it, precious? You said you’d had enough.”
“I was wrong,” Fenrir’s tone turned desperate and he didn’t even care. “It’ll never be enough. I’ll never get enough of you. Knot me, King, please. I need it. I need to feel close to you. Need to feel—”
Oberon’s other arm wrapped around his chest, pinning them back to front, and then he drove into him hard enough Fenrir momentarily lost vision.
He came, hot spurts of come flinging across the room, covering the floor in creamy white. Fen howled when the alpha went off within him, his knot swelling quickly, shoving past his walls and linking them together for the next few minutes with no way of escape.
“I’ll never let you go, Fenrir,” Oberon promised, and then he sank his teeth into his neck, chuckling with his mouth full when that caused another orgasm to tear through Fen.