Chapter 15 #2
“Not until you give me some answers I want to hear.” Baal planted a palm on either side of Thorn’s head and lifted himself slightly so he could stare down at him, letting out another wave of pheromones to drive his frosty omega closer to madness.
“It was supposed to be the cabin, but now this is your breeding room. You know what that means? You have to stay here as long as I want. How long can you give me your heat?”
He winced at the hidden meaning in those words, clearly present enough to still be on the lookout for Baal’s verbal landmines. “I have to see Aster tomorrow.”
Baal grunted. “That’s not even a good excuse. Do better. Your brother is in rehab now. No visitors. You don’t have any jobs that need you either so…”
Thorn peeled his eyes open and glared over his shoulder at him. “You did it on purpose.”
“Everything I do is with intention, sweetheart.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m insatiable,” he corrected. “I want all of you, Thorn Winters. I’ll win you over with presents and kindness if I’m able, but I’m not above manipulation and underhanded tactics if it gets me what I desire.
” His knot started to shrink. “I tortured myself all week by staying away, knowing it would be easier to get you into my bed for New Year’s if I did. ”
“Bastard.”
He laughed. “You have to be more convincing than that. It’s kind of hard to believe you, when you’ve already rewarded my methods by going into an early heat. What a sweet gift, omega. Truly. Your alpha is pleased.”
Baal pressed his lips to the rise of Thorn’s cheek as his knot diminished, unlocking them. “Thank you.”
He gave the omega moment for that to sink in.
Then he flipped Thorn onto his back, folded his knees up to his shoulders, and speared through him all over again.
* * *
“No…more.” Thorn tried to pull himself away from the rutting alpha and back onto the bed, but Baal held onto him too tightly.
His lack of stamina was to be expected—Baal had glanced at the windows a few minutes ago and realized it was already the evening of the next day—but despite his exhaustion, Thorn’s body was still pumping out attracting pheromones, his heat still raging through him.
Baal had pulled him to the floor some time ago.
Had taken him in a pile of blankets, then on the bare hardwood floor.
He’d screwed him standing, sitting, and lying down, and now they were both kneeling at the foot of the bed, the omega’s top half bent over the mattress, his ass taking the brunt of Baal’s ramming hips.
“You can keep going,” he told Thorn, pulling back just enough to spank him and send him howling.
A rush of satisfaction swelled within him as he took in his omega’s marked body.
There were indentations of Baal’s teeth, blotches where he’d sucked him hard, and bruises from all the times his omega had begged for him to take him rough.
And Thorn had begged for it.
He’d asked for it hard and brutal. Had screamed the words deeper and faster more times than Baal could count. Had cried and clung to him, squeezing around his cock as though he wanted to break it off and keep it inside of him forever.
“I’m not the only one here with a twisted obsession,” he said directly against the curve of the omega’s ear, relishing the feeling of him shivering. “You want me every bit as much as I want you. Want me to plug this ruined hole and—”
“No.” With a burst of energy, Thorn threw himself backward, catching Baal off guard. They both fell, and the omega recovered first, dragging himself away from the bed, toward the closest exit he could find.
The bathroom door had been left open, and Baal sat there for a moment, giving his precious mate a chance to feel like maybe he could make it.
They both knew that wasn’t reality.
Same as they both knew Thorn didn’t really want him to stop.
An omega in heat was like an alpha in rut.
Slave to their sexual urges. Their bodies demanded they breed, whether their minds liked it or not.
Even if Thorn did somehow manage to get inside the bathroom and lock Baal out, it would only be a few minutes before he begged the alpha to come in.
He’d need his knot like he’d need water in the middle of the desert.
Baal waited until half of Thorn was over the threshold, his chest pressed against the cream-colored tiles, then he pounced.
“If you’d wanted a change of scenery,” he captured Thorn by the arm and yanked him off the ground, “you should have just said so.”
Thorn struggled, fighting him with little strength as he was pulled over to the bathtub and lifted over the edge. He was attempting to climb out when Baal flicked the faucet on, causing him to yelp as a stream of icy cold water sprayed over his lap.
“Sorry.” He wasn’t. Baal switched on the other tap, checking with his hand to be sure he didn’t accidentally burn the omega. Cold water wouldn’t permanently damage him. He’d never hurt him for real.
Once he was satisfied, he stepped in, not bothering to wait for the tub to fill as he captured his omega and repositioned them both so that he was sitting back against the porcelain with Thorn trapped in his lap.
He had one hand wrapped around his throat, over the collar, and held him against his chest with Thorn’s head on his shoulder. His other arm held him around the waist, and he used his knees to push the omega’s thighs wide open, his cock jabbing up a few times before finding its mark.
Thorn screamed as Baal pistoned back into him, his cock gliding easily within those stretched walls. Every time his prostate was rubbed against, he whimpered, and when his womb was breached, he made a delicious, high-pitched sound that had Baal gushing streams of precome.
“Admittedly,” Baal said as he pumped into him, “breeding has its perks, but I’m going to fuck you again once your heat has passed. Practice was just an excuse to get inside of you, and I was trying to put on a false air of gentleness, but I think we can both agree that illusion has been unraveled.”
He watched Thorn’s dick wobble as he took him.
Even after a day of use, he was still leaking all over the place, rivulets of precome rolling from his slit to mingle with the water as it rose around them.
Baal waited until the omega’s shaft was almost entirely submerged, just the very tip still above water, and then he turned the faucet off.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” he asked, driving up into Thorn with more force, sending his dick flailing. “You should be sensitive enough even the touch of water against your—”
Thorn came suddenly, shooting a stream up into the air.
Baal laughed, then slid his arm lower until he could cup the omega’s balls. “Again.”
Keeping him in the bedroom had been a small-minded plan.
“How about I find a way to breed you in every room in this place?” he suggested.
The omega squirmed in his hold and groaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”