Chapter 7 #2
The timer ran its course and the light at the end of the toy flashed red, indicating it was about to move onto its next function. A moment later, the omega cried out, arching his back as the false knot ballooned and rolled into his body, locking the toy in place for the next ten minutes.
Levi had set it for that long, hoping the feeling of being filled, of being knotted, would help convince the omega’s body this was a real mating.
He’d even gone so far as to select a toy that had the squirting feature he’d only meant to tease the younger man with before.
It would be emptying the vial of fluid into the omega now, simulating the feel of a true mating.
The omega keened, and Levi pulled his gaze off the toy and glanced back down to find violet eyes on him.
There was an odd sense of recognition in them, but not because Levi was Levi.
The omega recognized him as an alpha, but nothing more.
“Feral little thing,” he whispered, and the omega reacted to his voice, dick gushing as another orgasm surprisingly swept through him. “Like the sound of my voice that much?”
That would be a first.
He’d kept things as clinical as he could, but now his hand traveled across the omega’s chest, circling his right nipple before he tweaked it. When the omega gasped, he did it again, adding more of his pheromones as he did.
“If you slip back into a coma,” he said, “I’ll be very cross with you, omega.”
A wave of soothing pheromones slipped through the lust ones the omega had been pumping into the air, as though he was trying to reassure Levi.
A chuckle slipped past his lips.
“No need to placate me. You won’t remember any of this anyway.
” Feral states were like that. They stripped a person of all sense of self and replaced them with animalistic base instincts.
The omega was submitting because he sensed Levi was a powerful alpha, and he was getting what he needed from the knotting toy.
It wasn’t real.
“The moment you come to your senses, you’ll go back to hating me.
” Not that it mattered. “It’d be stranger if you didn’t.
Should I keep talking, treasure?” He tapped at the omega’s lips, grinning when the younger man’s tongue instantly swept out to wrap around his pointer and coax it into his mouth.
Levi weighed the pros and cons and opted to just go with the flow. Right now, ensuring the omega got what he needed so he wouldn’t return to unconsciousness was the most important thing.
He entered him, pressing against the omega’s tongue, his cock jumping to attention behind his dress pants when the omega started to suck.
With his body pressed so closely against the omega’s, it was no wonder that the synthetic took notice, head tipping slightly so he could try and catch a glimpse of what Levi kept hidden between his thighs.
Levi tutted him. “No.”
The omega whined and then sucked harder, shoving a stronger wave of lust pheromones Levi’s way.
In response, he rolled off the bed, moving to the other side of the room where he’d left his pack of inhibitors. The ones he’d been popping like candy ever since the synthetic had been brought here.
He took one dry, closing his eyes to focus on calming his mind and body, a feat more difficult from the sounds and pheromones the omega continued to make for him.
The thing was, Levi could fuck him.
There was no one to stop him, and in his current state, the omega would welcome him with open arms.
But Levi hadn’t held any interest in intercourse since that stint with Shiloh and the breeding den. Not because he felt violated or dirty, but because he feared experiencing another loss of control like he had that night.
He may have had enough good sense to treat Shiloh like little more than an object, even as his mind had slipped into rut madness, but that had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed. He wasn’t confident he could do it again.
Sex for him had always been impersonal. He did it because he had to for his health, and no other reason but.
Levi was such a control freak, he’d even managed to get his body in line, going into rut exactly seventy-five days apart.
It made pushing it off with inhibitors easy, and also made scheduling time to experience it a simple matter.
He didn’t draw it out either.
Levi would spend twelve hours with his selected partner, come as many times as he could in that timeframe, and then leave. His rut would be satisfied enough he could function through the rest and get off on his own with toys or his hand.
There was a beep behind him, signaling the knot was deflating, and then a moment later the dildo started thrusting again.
The omega moaned, growing louder when Levi reached into his pocket and used the remote to turn the speed up.
When Levi came back to the bed, there were tears running down the omega’s flushed cheeks, and his wrists and ankles were bright red from all his struggles.
At Levi’s nearness, his attempts to break free increased, and he faked sounds of pain as if to trick Levi into touching him.
Levi sat on the edge of the bed and planted a palm on the other side of the omega’s waist, ensuring his wrist brushed against his hip. “That’s all you’re getting. Treasure needs to be kept in pristine condition to maintain its value.”
It was clear the omega had no clue what he was saying, probably couldn’t process language in his current state. But the sound of his voice was still doing something, still helping somehow, so Levi kept talking anyway.
“I’ve never had to wipe anyone else’s ass before,” he said almost absently, still gaining no reaction. “I bet you’ll be mortified when you wake and discover the Leviathan has been personally taking care of your needs.”
They had the omega on daily IVs, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still some waste. He’d considered ordering Wook to do it, but for some reason, the thought of his secretary between the omega’s thighs, in any capacity, had left a bad taste in Levi’s mouth.
Hilarious, that he’d rather deal with literal shit on his own than allow anyone to see the synthetic omega naked.
“Attachment is to be expected,” he repeated what Fiora had told him. At the end of the day, Levi was strong, but he wasn’t impervious to everything. Constantly subjecting himself to high levels of dominant omega pheromones had a similar effect on him as it did in reverse.
Yes, he was conditioning the omega’s body to respond and rely on him.
But the same was being done to him, only he was conscious of it.
“You’re attractive,” Levi noted, not for the first time. “Though your build is closer to an alpha’s, I bet you attracted members of every sex, both first and secondary.” He thought of the restaurant, mood darkening. “Pike, perhaps?”
The omega gave no reaction to the name. Didn’t even blink.
Some of Levi’s annoyance cooled.
“Since you’re big for an omega, it might be more difficult for you to find an alpha willing to mate you now.” Many preferred the smaller sizes of omegas. But, then again… “Maybe not.”
Taste was too subjective to make a successful guess.
“With a face like this,” Levi captured his chin and tilted his head from one side to the other, “I can’t imagine many passing up on the chance to own you.
” The omega climaxed, come splattering on the back of Levi’s arm and up his shoulder.
He sniffed. “Yes, there’s that too. You smell incredible.
Sweet and savory. Expensive. If I did release you at the end of the experiment, I bet it would take you no time at all to find yourself bitten and claimed. ”
The toy knotted, and the omega’s expression took on a faraway look.
“Should I tell you the truth?” Levi asked. “I’m leaning toward killing you. Once your usefulness has run its course, that would be the wisest decision.”
Even with his life threatened so boldly, the omega didn’t react.
The omega might not have, but Levi was met with an unsettling prickle of unease.
Attachment?
What a bother.