Chapter 23
His omega was weepy.
Levi shushed him as he carried him down the hallway and up the stairs. He’d lost hours in the studio claiming what was his, but even after all of that, his rut still demanded he continue. That he hurry up and get back inside that velvety heat. That place his cock had carved out and made its own.
They were covered in spent fluids and smears of white paint, and as soon as he’d come out of his trance enough to really notice it, Levi had wanted the offensive synthetic smell gone. His treasure was perfect. Should be kept clean.
He set Elm down in the large tub as soon as he entered the master bathroom, then ran the water and climbed in after him. He didn’t wait for it to fill, resting the omega back against the curved edge, lifting his legs high, and shoving his cock back into his abused hole.
Elm cried out, hands weakly clawing at Levi’s arms. He didn’t have the strength to fight him, but his little attempts spurred Levi on, challenging his dominant alpha nature.
Levi pushed Elm’s knees higher, practically folding him in half, and fucked in fast and hard.
The bath splashed around them, slick pouring out of the omega almost as heavily as water did from the faucet.
He took him almost frantically, allowing himself to be rough in this moment, to show his mate he was capable of giving it to him in different ways, in any way he liked.
It’d been implied that Elm was experienced.
Did he prefer it like this?
The thought of other people touching what belonged to him enraged Levi, and he captured the omega’s lips in a vicious kiss that left behind a smear of blood. He lapped at it afterwards but it wasn’t enough.
The mark, his mark, torn and bloody at the side of Elm’s neck, wasn’t enough.
Levi pulled out and shifted down the omega’s body, grabbing him by the back of his left thigh.
He held him up and then sniffed, trailing his nose against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh until he found the scent gland he’d been looking for.
He bit into it, delivering another claim—one typically no longer used in present society.
The offer, though already accepted once, was presented again at his behest, and his eyes found Elm’s even as he dug in deeper.
The omega cried out, burying one hand in Levi’s hair.
And came.
His dick pulsed, come exploding up his chest and over his thighs, a couple of drops hitting Levi’s cheek.
The offer was accepted.
Levi released him and swallowed Elm’s dick, sucking until he grew hard once more. When he knew he was ready, he pulled away, slapping a palm against the controls to turn the water off, and then resituated between his omega’s spread thighs.
He drove into him, his thrusts less harried, his control returning now that the monstrous side of himself had been momentarily appeased. Still, he already knew he wouldn’t be satisfied for long. That he could never settle for just this.
“Every spot you have that can be stolen,” he delivered the dark promise close to Elm’s face, their mouths mere centimeters apart, “I’ll take.
Abandon thoughts of escape, treasure. I’ll never let you leave me.
” Levi caught Elm’s left wrist and brought it to his lips.
“I’ll make it so there’s nowhere left to run to even if you try. ”
He sunk his teeth into another scent gland, activated the same ancient offer.
And preened when a third bond link was formed.
The omega knew his alpha.
* * *
Levi dragged Elm into the main room, still dripping wet, and stopped him at the closet. “Nest.”
Elm shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know how.”
He’d done it before.
He’d do it again.
Levi gave him a little push. “Nest.”
The rut wasn’t satisfied, he could feel his seams coming apart, that edge of insanity, a primeval calling, threatening to overcome his strict self-control.
Levi needed to satisfy his instincts some other way, a way that didn’t result in him blacking out and potentially harming the younger man in the process.
His omega was strong, worthy of every mark that decorated his skin, but Levi had never forgotten the feeling of waking in a cold bed lying next to a corpse.
Alphas didn’t kill their mates.
At least, not on purpose.
He wasn’t willing to trust himself. Not yet. Not this soon. Mated only a day. He wouldn’t lose what was his. Would protect it. Even from himself.
“Nest, omega.” His pheromones turned warning, the seductive ones never abating, keeping them both in a perpetual state of arousal. He couldn’t tear his gaze off of Elm’s lithe form as he moved about the closet, grabbing items off hangers at seemingly random.
Perhaps it really was random.
Elm wasn’t in heat. Those old innate drives that spurred their kind to nesting no longer as strong as they once were. Many were born without, never once experiencing the urge.
But Elm had.
Levi stepped aside to allow him to pass once his arms were full, watching the globes of Elm’s ripe ass bounce as he hurried to the other side of the room and tossed the bundle onto the mattress.
He left them where they fell, coming back to collect more.
Levi fisted himself as he waited, wringing his cock, tugging on his balls. He was well past his usual timeframe, but there was no rationality in him. The rut wasn’t dying down or getting easier, if anything, these moments of clarity were growing fewer and further between.
It took three trips, but then Elm seemed satisfied, hopped onto the bed to sort through the items. He moved with intention, rolling cloth here, tucking there.
When he was happy with his design, he moved onto his back, catching Levi’s eye as he spread his legs wide and invitingly.
At Levi’s momentary hesitation, he held out his arms, a flash of uncertainty crossing his beautiful face.
Levi went to him, climbing on top of the omega to capture his mouth in an achingly gentle kiss.
His cock found his entrance and eased into him, their mingled moans tangling between them as they were both drawn back into blissful ignorance, everything else fading away except for the need to claim and fortify this thing between them.
* * *
“Please, please, please!” Elm had gotten good at begging. It’d only taken him two days, but now every other word out of his mouth was a plea for Levi to go harder, faster, take him deeper.
Levi relished in it, more than happy to oblige, slowing his hips when the omega wanted tender, and picking up speed when he was desperate for release.
He studied his body, learned where to press and hold.
Where to bite and lick and tease. Playing the omega was like playing an instrument, practice was key.
“I’ll have you mastered before the rut’s end,” he swore, licking tears off ruddy cheeks, grinning when the omega came and went boneless beneath him for the millionth time.
“No more.” Elm tried to shake his head but only managed a little bit of movement. “I can’t.”
“You said that the last time.” Levi hauled Elm up, his legs spread over his lap, and buried his nose against his neck, inhaling his scent as he pumped the room with more of his pheromones to entice the omega into the proper response.
“And the time before that.” He laughed and kissed his cheek, then whispered into his ear, “Get hard for me, omega.”
Elm’s body did as it was told, even as the omega sobbed in his arms.
“Tell me it feels good,” Levi ordered as he lifted him, spreading his cheeks, and slowly lowered him onto his cock. He groaned as he was engulfed by warm, wet heat, that space still tight despite how many times he’d pillaged it already.
“Good,” he dutifully replied. “So. Good.”
“Was it always like this?” He couldn’t recall that ever being the case for him. “Did sex with others feel like this?”
Even though he’d been the one to bring it up, Levi felt a rush of possessiveness, gripping the omega by the nape and yanking his head back so their eyes could meet. He growled, fucking up into him with more aggression.
“No,” Elm said, and it didn’t seem like he was lying. Didn’t seem like he was placating him. “Never.”
Levi wanted to believe that.
Because it’d never been like this for him either. If it had been, if it’d even come close, he would have partaken a lot more frequently. Would have wasted days, weeks, between sinful omega thighs.
Wouldn’t have allowed those toys the pleasure of knowing the inside of his treasure.
“Please.” Elm clung to him, dropping his head to Levi’s shoulder, but ground down on his cock, squeezing around him. “Again.”
He was greedy for his knot.
But who was Levi to deny his omega.
* * *
Levi woke with the omega on top of him.
He’d dozed off during a short break, knowing the omega needed rest to keep going. It was day four, and his rut was still raging, possibly due to the fact he’d taken a mate. Levi had decided not to dwell on it until later.
Since the pause had been for Elm’s sake, it took Levi a moment to piece together what was happening when he was dragged out of sleep.
The omega was riding his cock, bouncing over him, nails digging into Levi’s chest. He was moving hard enough the bed was rocking, and when he figured out Levi was awake, he opened his eyes and stared down at him.
Eyes that were glowing.
Heat.
His omega had entered heat.
Elm lifted his left wrist and licked it, then brought it forward, pressing it against Levi’s lips. He wasn’t gentle about it either, hissing when Levi didn’t react fast enough, bottoming out on him so he could clench around Levi’s stiff member with all his might.
Levi grunted, mouth opening, and found that flesh pushed against his teeth.
“Bite,” his omega demanded.
Levi had already claimed every other scent gland the guy had, aside from the ones on his face.
And this one.
The purr slipped out of him naturally, praising his omega. One of his hands settled on Elm’s hip, the other on his wrist, and he simultaneously bit down and rocked up into him in a move that had the omega spasming and releasing all over his chest.