Chapter 27
Everything was moving too quickly, but Elm got the feeling that was by design.
The alpha wanted to distract him with his dick, and possibly remind him how good the sexual chemistry between them had been.
And the thing was, if an entire life could rely solely on how amazing the fucking was, Elm could see how this could potentially work between them.
But a happy and healthy relationship needed more than fantastic orgasms.
Maybe Levi was right about him, though, because instead of bringing any of this up, instead of calling him out on his obvious tactics, Elm found himself taking out the alpha’s cock and wetting his lips.
Things were just so much simpler when this was all there was to worry about between them. When it was just them and their pheromones and the way they could make each other feel.
Elm was still reeling from the claiming, the event itself and what that meant for his future—and yeah, he was a coward, because instead of demanding clear answers or voicing his opinion on the matter…he was about to suck the alpha off.
Didn’t mean he had to be kind about it.
Levi wanted him to blow him?
Oh, he’d blow him all right.
His body wet itself the second the alpha’s cock popped free and came into view, his subconscious clearly recalling all the ways that engorged member had driven him to the brink of a pleasure induced insanity.
Getting laid wasn’t his focus now, though, so Elm did his best to ignore the way his muscles clenched.
He didn’t waste any time, dipping his head and delivering a long lick up the bottom of Levi’s shaft, from balls to tip.
When he made it to the crown, he took the whole thing between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue against his leaking slit.
The flavor of musk and salt assaulted him, and he breathed in the alpha’s pheromones as he worked, noting that they were regular.
Levi wasn’t using seductive ones on him yet.
Was he trying to make a point?
Must be. The asshole.
The alpha wanted Elm to have to acknowledge the attraction between them was organic, even if this had started because of their pheromones.
The problem was, there was no way to say for certain if that were true or not. Conditioning made it near impossible to tell. Elm wouldn’t be able to untangle that web even if he wanted to.
His right hand wrapped around the base of Levi’s cock and he stroked him in time with his sucks, purposefully taking things slow to ease the alpha into a false sense of security.
If this was the means the alpha had chosen to control him, then Elm was going to prove that two could play that game.
If he was going to be held beholden to the alpha, then he sure as hell was going to get his own in the process.
It took two to tango. Elm refused to be the only one turned into a pleasure addict.
He dropped over Levi’s length without any warning, swallowing him down in one swift move that had the alpha cursing and sputtering. Relaxing and widening his jaw came easily enough, though it’d been a while since he’d last given head.
The alpha’s cock slipped a few inches down the back of his throat and Elm kept him there for a moment, humming and sending vibrations skittering through him.
His free hand found Levi’s balls, rolling the sack between his fingers while one pressed against his taint.
He wouldn’t take things too far, wouldn’t tease the alpha’s hole, but the threat was there, and he could tell Levi figured that out when he glanced up and met the alpha’s glowing gaze.
The Leviathan had his arms spread over the back of the couch, hands gripping the leather material with all his might. His hips jerked, but he let Elm control the pace, his clenched teeth and the sharp intakes of breath his only giveaways that he wanted to go harder and faster.
If given the chance, the alpha would pummel his face, and something about that turned Elm on. It shouldn’t…
But it did.
Maybe it was because Levi was such a tightly wound individual. The thought of being able to unravel a person like that, to make him lose his cool, gave Elm a sense of power unlike any he’d ever experienced before.
It occurred to him then that maybe this was the lesson Levi had actually intended to show him.
Oh yeah. He found himself mated to an asshole all right.
“Whatever thought just renewed your anger,” Levi warned in a husky voice, “don’t let it slip you up, omega. If you bite me, you will regret it.”
Well, duh.
What omega wanted his alpha to lose his most important asset?
Elm may not like it, but the fact this was his alpha was undeniable. Several claiming bites proved as much. For now, he was inexplicably tied to this man, which meant no matter how pissed off he was or became, he would never maim his cock.
Still, didn’t mean he couldn’t voice his irritation.
Now that some of the initial shock had worn off, Elm was feeling his usual cavalier nature return, driving him to be bold when he probably shouldn’t be.
He pulled off the alpha, taking a moment to wipe a smear of spit and precome off his lips, before saying, “You’re in luck. This is the only part of you I actually like.”
“Is that so?” Levi chuckled, not taking the bait. “Then by all means,” he gyrated his hips, “keep eating, treasure.”
Elm went back to sucking his cock, bobbing his head and squeezing sporadically with his lips.
That one hand on Levi’s heavy sack continued to massage him, the other settling over the rise of Levi’s right thigh, sliding across his skin to dip lower, until his thumb found the spot where the alpha’s scent gland most likely was.
Never in a million years would he have ever predicted he’d end up here, kneeling between the Dominus of the White Frost’s legs, blowing him as though Elm’s life depended on it.
In some ways, it kind of did. The alpha had decided Elm had wronged him. Making it up to his alpha was second nature now that he was omega. Since this was their first act as a mated pair, it also carried extra weight.
This was the most important blow job he was ever going to give for multiple reasons, and because of that, Elm gave himself entirely to the act.
Whether the alpha would consider that him burying his head in the sand was irrelevant. Elm was who he was, and while the Leviathan could claim his body and trick his mind into subjugation, it couldn’t undo all of his old habits. Couldn’t erase who he was at his core.
He might not be the best artist or archer or fighter, but Elm was adaptable.
He aced versatility, prided himself on his resilience.
It was the one thing he’d always been better at than everyone else.
Sometimes that admittedly made him a sucker—no pun intended—but it also ensured he didn’t lose who he was, even in the face of adversity.
The alpha had captured him, locked him up, rutted, and claimed him.
But at the end of the day, he was still Elm Erskine.
And, for now, that could be enough to keep him going.
If Levi was so eager to show him there was power in being the mate of a Dominus, Elm wouldn’t reject the offer.
He felt the moment the alpha’s balls drew up, knew he was about to come, and executed the rest of his plan. Elm came off the alpha’s cock, teeth flashing, and attacked that sensitive spot on Levi’s inner thigh.
His teeth pierced through flesh, and he clamped down, the coppery spray of blood coaxing his tongue to mix with the lingering taste of the alpha’s juices. He gave a hard suck for good measure, directly over the scent gland, and released an omega purr of approval when the alpha released.
Levi moaned and jerked, his cock emptying over Elm’s shoulder, spurting come across the room. The orgasm went on for a while, the alpha twitching around him, hot spray squirting down Elm’s back.
He didn’t release his teeth until the alpha went limp. Then Elm slowly eased back onto his haunches, keeping his eyes downcast. When he reached to rub at the blood on his face, his wrist was caught.
The alpha peeled himself off the couch, propping an arm on his knee, then reached forward to rub his thumb against the bloodstains painting Elm’s lips.
“You aren’t mad.” Elm noted the sparkle in the alpha’s eyes, the clear satisfaction.
“My omega gave me a gift,” Levi said. “Why would I be mad?”
“You’re bleeding.”
He hummed, then took Elm by the chin and pulled him closer, spreading his thighs wider. “Here. Give me another.” He indicated the unmarked skin on the opposite side.
Elm yanked free and shot to his feet, retreating. “I upheld my end of the deal.”
“You didn’t swallow.”
“You didn’t say I had to.”
Levi thought back on his words and chuckled. “So I didn’t. An error on my part.” He stood, tucking himself away and righting his clothing. “Are you hungry? Since you didn’t even whet your appetite with my come, you should be starving.”
“Wait.” Elm hissed when the alpha grabbed onto the chain dangling from his chest and gave it a tug, his already sore nipples smarting at the pull. He tried to move away, but Levi merely stepped forward with him, not stopping until Elm fell back onto the bed.
Levi planted a hand on his shoulder and shoved him, then took an ankle in each hand and placed Elm’s heels on the edge of the bed. “Stay.”
The position kept his legs spread and him fully exposed. He wanted to resist, but thanks to the clamps and the blow job, Elm was primed and ready for a rough fucking, and as much as he wanted to push back against the alpha’s bid for control, he also wanted relief.
There was a rustling while the alpha retrieved something, then he returned and held up another object for Elm to see.
It took him a lengthy amount of time to process what he was looking at, but once he did, he swore and went to sit up. A blast of the alpha’s lust pheromones had him falling back into place, groan traveling up his throat as a fresh gush of slick pooled out of his body.