Chapter 15
Baal was just as surprised by Thorn’s sudden heat as he was. He’d had a plan already in place, had taken the day off work and booked the cabin in advance. But it’d been a while since he’d learned all the best laid plans in the world couldn’t beat out destiny.
“You’re right,” he cooed down at his omega, noting the tears spilling from Thorn’s eyes. “I’m the one with something to prove here. I still have to make up for the last time we were here. I should be the one telling you.”
There was already a massive wet spot on the bedding, and when he rose to his knees and glanced down, it was to find Thorn drenched in his own fluids.
“Where should I touch you first?” he asked, maybe a bit cruelly, since it was clear Thorn was on the edge and unraveling fast.
“Anywhere,” the omega gasped, his hands grabbing onto the pillow beneath his head and twisting the fabric. “Everywhere. Please. Alpha.” He lifted his hips and his dick bobbed, angry and swollen, droplets of precome raining down over his tight abs.
“You’re so hot,” Baal said, knowing Thorn got off on being praised. He reached for his shaft and gave it one easy pump, groaning when that had the omega practically jolting and mewling. Another gush of slick poured from his hole, clear liquid lubricating his passage in preparation for Baal’s cock.
His. No one else's.
“I can see your muscle clenching.” He stared as Thorn’s hole winked furiously as the omega sloppily thrust against Baal’s palm. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?”
“Yes!”
“Should I breed you and make it better?” Perhaps he shouldn’t be reminding the skeptical omega about their contract, but even though Baal had no desire for an actual heir, the thought of pumping a load deep into Thorn’s womb got him harder than any other fantasy he’d ever had.
Considering how wet he was, stretching him out might not be all that necessary, but Baal pressed two fingers against the tight ring and pushed his digits into his warm heat anyway, testing it out. When the omega’s body sucked him down to the knuckle, his cock pulsed and lengthened even more.
Thorn saw it, whining and spreading his thighs all at once.
Baal didn’t give in, continuing to stroke his dick and scissor his fingers, opening him up as best he could. Because of the heat, Thorn wouldn’t really register the pain, and Baal didn’t mind giving him that, but he drew the line at tearing his omega.
The only bleeding for him Thorn would ever do would be when he took Baal’s teeth at that spot on his neck.
Just thinking about giving him the claiming bite had Baal’s balls drawing up.
Thorn lost patience and moved, slipping free of Baal’s fingers before he could stop him. The omega flipped over and repositioned on his knees, burying his face in the pillow as he rolled his hips and presented himself.
“Do you remember the cabin? When you lied to us both and told me you didn’t want it?
” Baal shifted closer, taking hold of his cock so he could press his flushed crown against that sopping hole.
“I think of the night you blew me all the time. Think of what it’ll feel like once I’m back inside of you, screwing you so hard into the mattress, you struggle to breathe.
Practice will have to wait though, I suppose, since you were bad and went into heat early. ”
Thorn shook his head against the pillow.
“After this, you won’t be able to pretend anymore, sweetheart. Once you’re full of my come, once I’ve bred you properly, there will be no more denying the truth.” Baal used his knees to force Thorn’s thighs even further apart and then drove his cock all the way to the hilt with one forceful thrust.
Thorn screamed, the pillow muffling the sound as Baal settled over him, getting into a better position with his cock buried deep. Slick flooded around him, and the omega’s insides clenched tightly, urging him further, begging him to fill him up.
“Alpha!” He gasped and turned his face so he could be heard. “Please! I need you!”
Baal started thrusting, picking up the tempo with each flick of his hips, until he was practically drilling into the sobbing man beneath him, bearing down on that plush ass.
The slapping sounds of their bodies coming together echoed in the room.
He’d give it to him fast, let Thorn receive his knot quickly their first time to help ease the pain.
Then he’d do everything in his power to drag his heat on for as long as he possibly could.
Baal had waited years for this moment.
He was going to be greedy with it.
“Can you feel me, omega?” He bit down on Thorn’s shoulder, too light to break skin, but enough to leave red marks in his wake.
“Feel my cock tearing through you? We’re going to do this all night.
All day. All weekend, if I have my way. Better get used to this bed, because you aren’t leaving it until I’ve bred this tight hole so thoroughly, moving even a finger will be difficult. ”
Baal liked the idea. Liked thinking about Thorn being entirely dependent on him. “Good and trapped.”
The omega cried out as Baal adjusted and hit him at a different angle, pressing against his prostate with every inward and outward thrust. His ass jiggled as Baal pounded it, and when Baal ran his nails down the length of Thorn’s spine, he bowed and lifted his hips to receive the next stroke even deeper.
“Everyone at the party was watching you.” Baal had noticed the looks, heard the whispers. “Talking about the gorgeous omega at my side. Wondering who you were to me. Trying to guess if they could steal you away.”
“No,” Thorn shook his head. “They wanted you.”
“Some of them,” he agreed. “But you had all of the alpha attention solely on you. No other omegas compare. I’m clearly not the only one who thinks so.” He rose up and grabbed onto Thorn’s hips, holding him steady as he fucked into him almost punishingly.
Every time he pulled the omega back to meet his thrusts, he felt the tip of his cock tap against that sealed place inside of him. During heat, it would naturally open, Baal just had to coax it a few more times.
“I’m the only one who gets to do this though, isn’t that right?
The only one who gets to have you. Keep making that sound, sweetheart.
Keep trying to milk me. You want your insides flooded, isn’t that right?
Want to ride my fat cock until you’re overflowing with my seed.
Maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad,” he surmised.
“I put one in you, and that would be that, wouldn’t it?
There’d be nowhere left for you to hide.
I could use the baby as leverage. It could be another pretty collar wrapped around your neck. ”
He placed his hand over the white leather, loving the look of it against his omega’s pale skin.
“Don’t,” Thorn gasped.
“What? Not a fan of that? Did you forget who I am all of a sudden? Do you think using a kid as a means to an end is some line in the sand I won’t dare cross?
Should I tell you the truth? Even if it risks frightening you?
” Baal wasn’t experiencing the same mental fog Thorn’s heat was no doubt causing him to, but he wasn’t completely immune to the pheromones and the smell of slick and ripe omega.
The words poured out of him even though they shouldn’t.
Even after he’d gone to such great lengths to hide his darker nature from the man clawing at the sheets, impaled on his cock.
Baal stared at that place where they joined and lost all rationale.
“There are no lines,” he stated. “No lengths I’m unwilling to go to.
Just like the night of the Hunt. You can run and fight and reason all you like, the ending will always be the same.
It’ll always be this. My cock plowing your hole, stretching you open, forcing your body to accommodate mine.
What’s wrong?” His hand slipped into Thorn’s hair and gripped him, turning his face away from the pillow to expose the fresh set of tear tracks down his ruddy cheeks.
“Did you prefer when I was kind and sweet?”
“Alpha,” he hiccupped, vision cloudy, “I have no idea what you’re saying. Please. Please just—”
How cute.
“Want my knot, sweetheart?”
Thorn nodded frantically, moaning when Baal shoved his head back down.
“Come for me.” Baal unleashed a wave of targeted lust pheromones. “Come for your alpha.”
Thorn howled as his orgasm hit him, his inner walls cinching around Baal’s cock so tightly it actually slowed his movements.
Baal pushed as deep as he could go and lost himself to the drunk sensation of a needy omega. The second he breached that hidden place inside of Thorn, he lost it, shooting a load directly into his omega’s womb.
His knot formed quickly, the bulge at the base of his cock growing. He fucked in deeper, impossibly so, and shushed Thorn when the omega’s instincts kicked in and he started to struggle.
“This is what you need,” he reminded, sealing himself over Thorn’s back to keep him still so he didn’t hurt himself by trying to get away. He peppered his shoulder with kisses and nipped at the underside of his jaw cajolingly. “Behave. There you go. Such a good boy for me.”
His knot expanded and pushed against Thorn’s already stretched ring of muscle.
The second he popped inside that last line of defense, he felt the omega shudder in his hold, another orgasm rocking through him as the knot locked them together for the foreseeable future.
It could take anywhere from three minutes to fifteen for it to deflate again, and he carefully rocked against the omega, wanting to drag out those pangs of pleasure for as long as possible.
“See? You can take it. Your body knows who it was made for. You’re going to keep every single drop that I just gave you. We’ll stay just like this, and then, when my knot goes down, I’m going to breed you all over again. We’re going to repeat the process until it takes, isn’t that right?”
“Stop,” Thorn was out of breath still, and it was hard to tell how present he actually was, “asking me questions.”