Chapter 4
The forced heat ended with Thorn on his back, lying before the fireplace.
Baal was still between his thighs, drilling into him with purpose. He had Thorn pinned over a blanket, the material thin yet warm. One hand was at his throat, the other holding his wrists captured over Thorn’s head. He didn’t even know when the alpha had removed the lights. Couldn’t recall.
The look in Baal’s eyes was frightening.
More frightening than the feeling of being speared through by what had to be the largest alpha cock on the planet.
There was no pain—any discomfort he’d felt he’d experienced while in the induced heat, meaning he’d enjoyed that tearing sensation every bit as much as the excruciating swell of pleasure that’d come after.
Vaguely, he wondered if the alpha expected him to be grateful for that, if the brute on top of him considered that an act of kindness.
But then the alpha twisted his hips and hit deeper, and Thorn refocused on his face.
On those eyes.
Possessive. Frenetic.
The way Thorn imagined a wild alpha looked at his omega just before claiming them.
“Please,” Thorn didn’t know what he was asking for, but it slipped out anyway. “Please, alpha.”
Baal shushed him, and the sound was softer than expected, gentle in its own way that belied how hard he kept thrusting.
How long had they been at this?
Thorn couldn’t remember. Had lost all sense of time. When the alpha leaned down and nipped at his shoulder, Thorn whimpered.
“Relax,” Baal said. “I won’t give you the claiming mark.”
Even though that’d been what his irrational mind had been afraid of, Thorn felt that was obvious. The only reason he was here, being used like this, was because of his debt. He was just another omega in the Hunt, prey to be captured and used.
The alpha may have drugged him in an attempt to make it less painful for Thorn, but that didn’t change anything.
It didn’t even prove the hulking man had a sliver of a conscience.
If he’d been a good person, he wouldn’t have done this at all.
Would have let Thorn claim sanctuary and walk away unscathed.
Unfucked.
He whined and tried to force the alpha out, shifting his legs in a poor attempt to knock him loose, but all that did was piss the underboss off.
Baal lifted and flipped Thorn onto his front, settling back over him quickly.
His cock buried into his wet heat, the sound of slick and spent come squelching enough to make Thorn blush.
Then he set his teeth against the spot where his nape met his shoulder, chuckling darkly when that had Thorn freezing.
“That’s it, frosty omega,” Baal growled. “Behave. Or I will make you.”
The threat of the bite, delivered mere minutes after promising not to do it, had Thorn terrified all over again.
He knew nothing about the mafia, or about the man plundering him. Up until learning about his father’s involvement, Thorn had been an average citizen. A poor one, sure, one who’d had to drop out of college to take care of his family, but average nonetheless.
Overnight, he’d become this.
An alpha’s plaything.
An alpha’s whore.
He squeezed his eyes shut and thought of what he’d gain.
Clearing his debts was no small thing. This was a blessing in disguise.
And…He couldn’t deny his body’s reaction to the alpha.
The drug had worn off, and without it, he could have dried up, but he continued to produce slick, continued to clench around that girthy cock and moan for him.
The last alpha he’d slept with had been safe. Kind. Gentle.
He’d met up with Thorn at a motel specifically to help with his heat, and had even brought electrolytes and snacks. The guy had been ten times more attentive than Thorn’s ex ever had, and yet…
There’d been no spark. No passion.
No overwhelming sensations like he was being forced to experience now.
Seemingly satisfied that Thorn wouldn’t resist again, Baal removed his teeth and let out a rumble from his chest. The alpha purr was targeted, calling to Thorn’s nature in a way that had him going boneless beneath him.
“Such a good omega,” he praised, nuzzling Thorn’s cheek. He drove into him over and over again, pounding him into the blanket, causing Thorn’s dick to grind against the soft material. “Will you come for me again, omega? Hmm? Cream for your alpha. Show me how much you like it.”
“No.” He tried shaking his head, but Baal’s fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him still.
“Are you sure?” Baal gave him a second to reply, and when he stayed silent, sighed.
Thorn found himself flipped yet again, back to staring up at the ceiling in a flash. He cried out when Baal pulled his cock free, leaving him empty, and glanced down just in time to see the alpha resituate himself between his spread thighs. His eyes went wide.
“Let’s see about that.” Baal bent and sucked down Thorn’s aching dick in one go, allowing the sensitive member to tap against the back of his throat and slip partially down it before he moved back.
His head bobbed, tongue wrapping around Thorn’s length, licking against the pulsing vein beneath, and around his swollen crown.
“Stop!” Thorn grabbed onto his head, tried prying him off, but the alpha held firm. Electricity sparked straight down to his toes, the heat and the suction his undoing.
The orgasm hit him hard enough that he saw stars, rendered into a sobbing mess, clawing at the blanket beneath him. He wept as the alpha continued to suck him through it, ringing every last drop from his slit.
The moment Baal was satisfied he’d finished, he came off his dick, switched his hold to cup the sore globes of Thorn’s ass, and pulled him forward, partially onto his lap.
The position caused Thorn’s hips to lift at the perfect angle to receive the alpha’s cock, and he slid back into him with ease, almost as though he’d never left.
The too-full feeling had Thorn’s back arching, his head tossing.
“Look.” Baal pressed a palm just beneath his navel and drove in as deep as he could. “I’m all the way up here.”
Thorn glanced down at the visible bulge and almost passed out.
“No,” the alpha cupped his balls, rolled them in his palm, and then gave a little tug, pulling Thorn back from the edge of unconsciousness.
“No more running, omega. We played that game already. You lost. Feel me. I want you to be present for all of it. You need to know who’s wrecking you. Who’s owning this tight hole.”
No one was owning anything. This was a consequence of taking a chance on the White Hunt and losing. By morning, this would all be another nightmare for Thorn to tuck away and pretend never happened.
It was laughable to think it would be any different for Baal.
How many people had the alpha done this with in the past?
This was just another day of the week for him, and Thorn was just another warm omega to be used and then forgotten.
Which was fine. Better than fine even. Best case scenario was being able to walk past the White Frost on the streets and for them to be strangers once more.
Thorn would clear his debts and sever all ties. He’d go back to his life. Rebuild.
“Focus, omega,” Baal growled. “Look at me. Look your alpha in the eyes while he fucks you.”
Thorn met his gaze but couldn’t hold back the frown. “You aren’t my alpha.”
“This says different.” He drove into him hard enough to have Thorn seeing stars.
“This,” he gasped for breath, “is just sex.”
“For now.” Baal grinned. “You like it when I rail you hard. When I’m so deep, the pleasure is edged with pain. That kind of makes us perfect for each other, don’t you think?”
“I think,” he couldn’t help himself, “you talk too much.”
Thorn lifted himself up and sealed his mouth over the alpha’s.
The kiss was messy, broken by gasps and moans as Baal’s hips continued to move throughout it, but it brought him closer to the smell of pheromones and sweat and before long Thorn was the one nipping the alpha’s lips and sucking on his tongue.
Had sex ever been like this for him before? He couldn’t recall. Didn’t remember ever being this turned on for anyone in the past. When he inadvertently clawed at the alpha’s back, Thorn found himself flattened to the ground once more, pounded punishingly by that brutal cock.
“Scratch me up, sweetheart,” Baal spurred him on. “Mark your alpha.”
He wasn’t Thorn’s alpha, but as soon as the protest reached his tongue, the words were dashed away by another scorching kiss, this time initiated by the man on top of him.
“You’re so sexy, do you know that?” the alpha asked. “Gods, you're gripping me so tight. You can take every inch of me. I knew you would. Some past lovers have struggled, but the second I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect fit.”
“No.”
“You’re denying it?” Baal picked up speed. “Even now?”
“Please.” The pressure was too much, Thorn felt like he was about to burst. He could feel his balls drawing up, his dick, trapped between the two of them, aching.
“Want to come?” The alpha pushed a hand between them and captured Thorn’s hard member, giving a strong pump of his fist with the same fervor as his thrusts. “Do it. Come for your alpha.”
The orgasm ripped through him, his scream filling the cabin. White lights burst behind his eyes, and before he could even begin to come down, he felt the alpha’s come spraying his insides, coating his inner walls.
No sooner had the pressure abated then another discomfort arose.
“Stop.” He planted his heels to the floor and tried to shove himself away, but the alpha caught him by the neck and held him still as he forced the bulge beginning to form at the base of his cock against Thorn’s battered entrance.
The knot hurt as it pushed into him, expanding his muscles close to their breaking point.
The moment it entered his body, however, the pain eased, replaced with a thrumming pleasure that had his toes curling and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Thorn twitched as the alpha settled more comfortably over him, eyes closed shut, not wanting to see whatever look the man who’d claimed him was making.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Baal cooed at him. “You’re doing so good. So good.”
Slowly, his eyes eased open, unable to resist the odd sensation the praise brought him. Thorn frowned when he saw the appreciation in the alpha’s icy blue eyes. It was unmistakable.
Almost lazily, the underboss curled a strand of Thorn’s blond hair around his finger, his satisfaction palpable. “We’ll go again. You’ll make more noise for me. Moan loader. No one else will hear you. There’s no need to hold back.”
“I’m not doing this again,” Thorn said, though he wasn’t sure why he bothered. Not only was there no chance of escape…
He no longer really even wanted to.
He tried convincing himself it was because there was a literal blizzard raging outside, but the truth was too obvious to be ignored.
No one had ever fucked him like this before.
Had to be because this alpha was a dominant one.
Yes. That was it.
Not everyone got the chance to experience a dominant alpha in the bedroom. What was the harm in enjoying it while it lasted? In the morning, they’d both go their separate ways, and all of this would be nothing but a memory anyway.
The second Baal’s knot disappeared, he pulled out, but before Thorn could feel even an inkling of disappointment, he found himself lifted and tossed onto the couch.
The alpha followed after him.
He didn’t leave him empty for long.