Chapter 11 #2
Thorn smacked his lips pointedly, then focused on slipping the button through and unzipping the alpha’s pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Baal’s boxers next, and tugged them down until his cock sprang free.
A drop of precome flicked onto his cheek, and the alpha groaned from that alone, so Thorn left it there.
“I don’t think anyone has referred to their mouth as a ring before,” Baal said, voice husky and already sounding far away. He placed his cocoa off to the side and then gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, seemingly down for letting Thorn take control of the situation.
“You don’t want it?” It was painfully obvious the alpha did, but Thorn teased him anyway, carefully wrapping his fingers around the root of his heavy cock and giving a light squeeze.
When Baal’s hips bucked, he gave in and slowly eased his hand forward, keeping the same amount of pressure all the way.
“I do.”
Thorn couldn’t recall the last time he’d offered to blow a guy either, and he hoped his skills weren’t rusty. Whether it’d been intentional or not, the alpha’s gift had really touched him, and Thorn hated feeling like he was in debt to anyone.
He’d just gotten square with the White Frost.
No way in hell was he allowing himself to fall behind again.
He would blow Baal and consider them even. A collar for a good cock sucking didn’t really seem like a fair exchange, but whatever.
The alpha certainly wasn’t complaining.
Thorn bent forward and gave him a long lick from root to tip without any warning, preening when the alpha’s head dropped back and he moaned loudly.
He worked him like that for a bit, purposefully teasing him with broad and narrow strokes of his tongue.
Then he focused on his leaking slit, prodding it with his tongue, swirling against the sensitive flushed skin of his crown.
One of his hands cupped Baal’s balls, massaging the sack as he sealed his lips over that fleshy crown and gave a solid suck that had the alpha shooting off the counter, hips driving forward faster than Thorn could react.
He widened his throat at the last second as that cock jammed past his defenses, tears pricking at his eyes.
With his free hand, he shoved the alpha back into place, then started bobbing before Baal could say anything.
When he was certain he’d stay, Thorn slid his palm down the alpha’s stomach, then slid it over his hip and behind him.
Grabbing a fistful of Baal’s left ass check, he gave it the same massaging squeeze he was still applying to his balls, twirling his tongue around the thick shaft in his mouth before burying it deep in his throat.
He hummed, sending the vibrations zipping down the alpha’s cock, and shifted his hold on his sack so he could use one finger to press against his taint.
Pheromones filled the air, heady and intoxicating, causing Thorn to leak from both ends. He pressed his thighs together and rubbed them, trying and failing to gain some relief.
This wasn’t like the night of the Hunt. They may have been leading toward this, would have certainly ended up in bed together again, but this time Thorn was taking the lead. There wasn’t a job on the planet that he couldn’t do. That he wouldn’t put all of himself into completing.
Thorn was nothing if not a hard worker, and he’d prepared himself for this since the moment he’d signed his name to the contract binding them.
There was freedom in not having a choice. In having an assigned task to complete.
In knowing there was a reward in the end.
For his other jobs, that had been a paycheck.
This?
There was nothing better than a happy alpha.
Than the rush of knowing Thorn was the one who’d made him that way. And this man wasn’t just an alpha. He was a dominant one. A prime example of his species.
A prime example who was currently gasping and losing his mind because of Thorn.
“Omega,” it was only a single word, but it conveyed everything Baal wanted to say.
Thorn went faster, sucked harder. After the third time taking him down his throat, the alpha finally erupted.
Baal curled over him as he came, hands digging into Thorn’s scalp, holding him in place as he emptied.
He swallowed every drop, muscles working the end of Baal’s cock where it was still buried deep, dragging the orgasm out because of it.
Before long, his vision started to wink, and he grew lightheaded, but he stayed clamped on, wanting to hear something similar to what he’d gotten from the alpha the night of the Hunt.
Wanting more of that praise.
Baal pulled out suddenly, cock still gushing. Streams of come splattered across Thorn’s face and down his chest, but the alpha hardly seemed to notice. He hooked one finger into the loop of the collar and hauled Thorn onto his feet, mouth practically attacking his in a vicious kiss.
Thorn found himself pressed against the breakfast bar, trapped between the edge of the table and the alpha’s strong hips, fingers digging into his sides.
The alpha’s hand had just dropped to the top of Thorn’s pants when a shrill sound forced them apart. Baal blinked at him sightlessly for a second, his brain taking a moment to catch up with what was going on, then he seemed to realize his multi-slate was ringing.
Pulling back, he glared at the device, but slammed a finger down on the screen, accepting the call. “What?”
“You sound out of breath,” a rich voice came through the speakers. “Working out?”
“Fucking my omega.”
Thorn flinched automatically from the crass statement, but found he wasn’t actually embarrassed by it like he should have been.
“Tell him to keep the bed warm. You’re needed.” The voice didn’t offer up anything more than that, ending the call with a click.
Baal let out a string of curses. When he started adjusting his clothing, Thorn’s heart sank.
“I have to go,” the alpha told him. “That was Levi. He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.”
Right.
The Dominus of the White Frost.
Who’d called because Baal was his underboss.
Thorn was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be fucked by a mafia member.
What the hell was wrong with him? He should be overjoyed at the interruption.
“Okay.” He looked around for a napkin or a towel to clean off his face. “I can take a taxi home.”
“What?” Baal shook his head. “No. Stay. The room is paid for already. Enjoy it. Order room service if you’re hungry. I’ll try to make it back as soon as I can.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to call it a night?”
The alpha finished what he was doing and turned to look at Thorn, seemingly seeing him for the first time in a while. He stepped in close and looped his finger through the ring on the collar a second time, forcing Thorn’s chin up.
“You were so perfect for me just now, omega. Best head I’ve ever gotten, truly. Keep being good, yeah? Stay here and wait for me. Got it?”
He was nodding before he even realized. “Yes, alpha.”
“Good.” Baal kissed him again, growling when he had to end it. “I’m the only one with the key. No one will disturb you.”
Thorn watched him jog out of the kitchen, then collapsed as soon as he was alone. On the ground, he propped himself up with the counter and closed his eyes, tried to focus on evening out his breathing and calming his racing heart.
Shit.
He’d always been the best at getting a job done.
But why did he suddenly feel so personally invested in this?
* * *
Thorn made a sound of protest when he was woken many hours later. Something shifted the large bed, rousing him, and he didn’t like it.
“Shh,” the familiar voice of his alpha hushed him as strong arms banded around his waist and pulled him in close. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
He wanted to ask him what had taken him so long, but that comforting scent of gingerbread wrapped around him, and that, coupled with the heat of the alpha’s body, was enough to send Thorn back into dreamland with little to no fight.