Chapter 30 #2
“That doesn’t mean they can’t still get lucky with a targeted attack.”
“Yes, because that worked out so well for them the last time, didn’t it.” Their car had been destroyed, but neither of them had died.
“What are you doing right now anyway?” Baal asked.
“Hunting my omega.”
“You sound pretty casual for that.”
“He’s in the lodge.” If Elm had gotten outside, the chips in his body would have alerted Levi immediately.
“Hiding from you?” Baal suggested, clearly trying to get a rise out of him, but Levi merely chuckled.
“Plotting more like.”
“Treason?”
“No. Something mutually beneficial.” Levi made it to the studio and checked the window in the door, smiling when he spotted his omega moving within. “Deal with the Serpents, underboss.” He ended the call before Baal could continue complaining.
Levi opened the door and stepped inside, smirking when Elm lifted onto his toes and leaned over the butcherblock he was working on. His back was to the door—it never was—and the move was clearly meant to entice Levi into glimpsing the cute white puff caught between his round cheeks.
He chose to play along instead of call the omega out on it. He’d waited a whole week for this, after all, so what was a few more minutes. Since Elm was set on seducing him, who was Levi to ruin his fun?
“Problem, treasure?” he asked as he walked around to the other side of the table and caught sight of Elm’s scowl.
He had a large sketchpad open and was working in charcoals, dozens of mini sketches scattered across the wide page. “Can’t concentrate.”
“Ah.” What an adorable angle. Levi placed a pointer finger on the top of the pad and eased it toward himself and away from the omega. “Perhaps a break?”
Elm glared. “I can’t focus, Leviathan.”
He sighed and rested his elbow on the table and then propped his chin on his knuckles. “Creative block?”
“You said you wanted me to make something for you.”
“I recall.”
“Do you still want me to?”
Levi couldn’t hold back his smile, tipping his hand. It was obvious when the omega’s eyes narrowed. “A bribe?”
Elm took a moment to consider his options, clearly guessing that Levi had already figured out that he’d been lured here with a purpose. The sketches weren’t even of anything. Random scribbles meant to fill the page and give off the appearance of drawing.
“Alpha,” his voice dipped, turning sultry in a way Levi hadn’t heard from him before, and he planted his palms on the table and hoisted himself up onto his knees in one smooth impressive move.
Elm crawled toward him, not even caring as he moved over the sketchpad, smearing charcoal in the process. “Look.”
Levi took a single step back when Elm reached his side, watching as the omega slung his legs over the edge, spread his thighs, and leaned back.
He held himself up with his left arm, his right hand going to his dick.
Elm gripped it, showing it off, and even tugged on his balls to give Levi a better view of his taint and lower, where the end of the plug was being crushed.
It couldn’t be comfortable, had to be rubbing against all those sensitive spots within him.
As if to prove that assessment, a thick drop of precome rolled out of Elm’s slit and dripped down his length, catching on his fingers.
“I’m so hard already,” Elm said. “So wet.” He stroked himself once, thumb circling his flushed crown, none of the embarrassment he’d shown just last week present. Seductive pheromones seeped from his pores, tickling against Levi’s senses.
“Keep touching yourself,” Levi suggested. “You’ll feel better.”
Since he was a man on a mission, Elm wasn’t going to settle for that sort of answer.
He pursed his lips, turning pouty, and then brought out the big guns.
“Alpha,” he whined. “It hurts.”
Levi laughed and found himself stepping forward, settling between his omega’s thighs. “All right. All right. You win. Stop with the baby voice.”
“Thank gods.” Elm rolled his eyes and rested his arms over Levi’s shoulders. “Fuck me properly. Do it rough.”
“Rough?” He tweaked one of his nipples, loving when Elm tipped his head back and moaned. “You’re such a sexual little thing, aren’t you.”
“Is that bad?” Elm asked. “You’re not as into it.”
“My needs have since exponentially grown.” His knuckles trailed down the center of the omega’s chest, until his fingers reached the curly hairs above his erect dick. “I’ll rut you every day for the rest of our lives if you so wish. It would certainly please me to do so.”
“Yeah?” Elm wiggled his hips. “Prove it then.”
“Are you sure you want to do it here?” He glanced around the studio. “It’s our first time not in a rut or heat cycle. Shouldn’t it be…special?”
Elm pointed toward the paint area. “Our literal first time was right over there. It’s special enough.” He laid back on the table and spread his legs wide.
Levi growled and grabbed him beneath the knees, pulling him so that his ass hung over the edge. The plug came out with a popping sound, and he dropped it carelessly to the floor, his other hand making quick work of the button and fly on his pants.
“Already hard for me, alpha?” Elm teased, but he hadn’t been the only one waiting for this, and Levi didn’t bother replying.
Instead, he lined himself up and gave one hard tug, spearing through the omega all the way to the root.
The impact knocked the wind out of Elm, his back bowed, mouth opening in a silent scream. His whole body quaked as he was rammed into a second time, then a third, tears prickling the corners of his eyes within seconds.
“Omega.” Levi didn’t slow, but his concern was clear.
Elm shook his head. “Don’t stop. So good.”
The poor thing was so keyed up, this was going to be a short fuck, but Levi didn’t mind, fingers digging into the meat of Elm’s thighs to keep him in place as he increased his tempo and battered into him like a mad man.
The second Elm’s first orgasm hit, Levi pulled out and flipped him over, not even letting him finish. He cried out when he was filled with cock again, the thrusts coming at the same rapid-fire pace despite the fact he’d already toppled over the edge.
“Another,” Levi demanded, chasing his own release as he bent down and nipped at Elm’s nape.