Chapter 15 #2
There came the sound of a zipper, a growl as the alphas fought against each other over who would go first.
Just as he was about to gather his strength and lift himself up, a loud crack echoed against the walls, followed by another, and then a third.
Elm sat up just in time to see all three guards hit the concrete, each one bleeding from a hole in their head.
A whimper slipped past his lips the second he tore his gaze off them and saw Levi standing there with a blaster still held high.
It was like the whole ordeal vanished from his mind in a puff of smoke, and Elm scrambled over the bodies, darting out of the cage.
His arms banded around Levi’s waist and he clung to him, still of sound enough mind not to take it too far and purr and rub his face over his chest—even though the urge was there.
“Said you sent them,” Elm stated, wanting to hear for himself that wasn’t the truth.
“Never.” Levi pulled him back and inspected his face. “You don’t have long. Come. Upstairs.” He holstered his weapon and took Elm’s hand, turning to lead him to the hall and up the stairs.
They were almost at the bedroom by the time Elm’s brain focused and he realized there was blood coming from somewhere.
With a frown, he searched the alpha, sucking in a sharp breath when he noticed shards of glass protruding from his left shoulder, sticking out through torn pieces of his suit jacket.
“Wait.” He went ignored, Levi tugging him with more force into the bedroom and onto the bed.
He left Elm there long enough to shut and lock the door, then moved about collecting items from a drawer in the dresser. The knotting toy he brought over was massive, and he dropped it to the mattress and then immediately went for Elm’s pants.
“Wait,” he repeated, catching Levi’s wrists. When the alpha winced, his eyes widened. “You’re hurt.”
“Get on your stomach and present,” his voice was gruff, but it was hard to tell if the edge there was pain or something else.
“Levi—” Elm yelped as he was flipped onto his stomach, then again when a palm landed across his right ass cheek. While he was moaning, Levi took the opportunity to rip his pants off and then pull him down so his lower half was hanging off the end of the bed.
The heat pulsated through him, the smell of the alpha taunting his senses. Before long, he was humping against the mattress, widening his thighs and lifting his ass invitingly.
“This sucks,” he stated, somehow finding enough of himself still there on the surface to do so. “I hate this.”
“Remember how badly you wanted to be omega?” Levi smoothed his hand over the bare cheek he’d spanked, the touch possessive enough it caused Elm to shiver. The second he brought the thick, blunt tip of the toy to Elm’s entrance and Elm shook his head, he paused.
“Not ready.” He was kind of freaked out. “Last couple of times I was more out of it.”
“Embarrassed?” Levi tsked. “Don’t be. You’re incredible. This is the side of you your alpha is meant to see.”
Maybe if he pretended this was just a random hookup at college, Elm wouldn’t be so self-conscious. Rationally, Levi had already seen what he looked like taking a toy, and Elm knew within a few minutes, he’d be begging for it anyway, but…
“Pheromones?” Levi suggested, and Elm couldn’t hold back his sob of relief.
“Yes.” He grabbed fistfuls of the blanket, preparing himself. “Please.”
The seductive alpha pheromones cascaded over him like a waterfall, both soothing his blistering skin and driving him higher into the fog at the same time.
His thoughts shattered, the pieces scattering into the furthest recesses of his mind, and that primal place where everything boiled down to sex and sex alone greeted him.
His hole gushed and the alpha took that as a sign, pushing the head of the toy against his tight rim. He kept going, shoving past that resistance, slowly filling Elm up until his walls were stretched and clenching around the girthy silicone cock.
Without warning, Levi pressed a button at the base, activating vibration mode, holding it steady as it started buzzing inside of Elm.
Elm cried out and writhed, clinging to the bed and practically drooling as soon as the alpha started pounding him with the toy.
Every time it was dragged out, he felt his inner walls struggling to pull it back, his body already desperate for that first knotting.
His sounds grew louder when the alpha drove it in deep and wiggled it around, the alpha’s palm on his lower back, keeping him in place, seemingly searing through his skin like a hot brand.
“Alpha,” he barely recognized his own voice, “please.”
“It’s coming,” Levi promised, referring to the knot.
But that wasn’t what Elm was asking for.
“Alpha.” Why should he settle for fake when he had the real thing right there, already standing between his legs? Already touching him? “Breed me.”
“Can’t,” Levi didn’t seem surprised by his pleas, which made him wonder if he’d asked for that before, during one of their other sessions. “You don’t have a womb, omega.”
He growled, the sound turning to a moan when the alpha responded by flooding him with more seductive pheromones. His vision winked in and out and his balls drew up almost painfully. He was close. So close.
But it wasn’t enough.
Wasn’t going to be enough.
“Alpha,” he tried again, but Levi’s patience seemed to be running thin.
“Stop it.”
The toy was shoved in so deep he could feel the brush of Levi’s fingers between his cheeks. Then the knot began to form, pushing into him, his muscles resisting at first, the discomfort causing him to go silent as he bit down on his bottom lip.
The moment it popped into him he sighed, then twitched when warm fluid squirted inside of him. It was only simulating come, so while it would trick his hindbrain momentarily, it wouldn’t supply the exact cocktail of chemicals and pheromones that Elm actually needed to satisfy his heat.
“Shh.” The alpha climbed onto the bed, laid down at his side. While knotted, the toy would remain in place on its own, so Levi had his hands free. He brushed the hairs at the back of Elm’s head and then pet him softly. “Don’t resist.”
“Fake,” Elm huffed, but the alpha clicked his tongue at him.
“Pretend.”
“Alpha.”
“I’m not fucking you, omega.”
“Please.”
“No.” Levi’s expression softened. It was fleeting, but later, once he was back to his senses, Elm would swear he saw it. “We don’t know each other well enough yet.”
He scowled, dominant instincts warring with the side of him that wanted to submit. “Just sex.”
“It is not just sex,” Levi disagreed. “This,” he reached down and pressed against the base of the toy, forcing the knot a little deeper and making Elm cry out, “is just sex. If I give in and take you, Elm Erskine, we’ll both be damned.”
Elm opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t care, but the knot deflated, and the heat flared. Conversation forgotten, he buried his face against the blankets and rolled his hips, seeking out friction against his dick and movement in his ass again.
Levi pulled away, disappearing back at the end of the bed. A moment later, he turned up the speed of the vibrations and then started thrusting the toy in and out of Elm for the second time.
There was a splotch of crimson on the white sheets where the alpha had been lying, and Elm noticed, brow furrowing, but then another wave of pheromones hit him, and the alpha angled the toy to stroke against his prostate, and he lost all rhyme and reason.
His entire existence narrowed down to nerve endings and desperation.