Chapter 23 #2
The tang of blood coated his tongue and Levi issued one final offer, reaching his own peak when it was accepted yet again.
He filled the omega up.
Then flipped him over and did it again.
* * *
The heat turned Elm into someone else. Something wicked and insatiable.
He refused to be left empty, seated on Levi’s cock, arms around his shoulders whenever they needed to relocate to a different room.
Which, unfortunately, they did now and again.
Levi hated leaving the nest every bit as much as Elm did, but with his rut stretching on, and the heat now taking place, they’d been trapped in a fucking spree that had gone on near a week.
And still showed no signs of slowing.
They needed food—water, at the very least, with all the fluids they kept losing—and since Levi was the only one with any semblance of a sound mind, it came down to him to ensure they didn’t literally screw each other to death.
But he wasn’t doing much better than the omega.
He made it to the kitchen before losing his grip on sanity, resting the omega down on the island before shoving him onto his back. Bred him right there on the table.
Elm came quick, and Levi pulled out, tugged him down and flipped him, bending him over the granite. His hips snapped against the omega’s ass with every thrust, battering against him as the electricity built and built.
He bit the back of Elm’s nape when he finally found release, his knot securing the two of them together, ensuring all of his come remained safe within his omega.
Everything felt fuzzy and warm as the edge of his rut came down, as it did in those minutes just after orgasm, and when Levi unclamped his jaws, it took him a second to register the omega was snickering.
He combed his fingers through Elm’s dark hair, then lifted him by the silky strands, other hand going around to grab him by the base of his neck. Angling the omega’s face so their eyes could meet, he frowned when he saw the almost taunting mirth that greeted him.
“Stupid,” the omega delivered the insult and grinned, hissing but not losing the humor when Levi pushed his knot deeper.
It took him another minute to figure out why Elm was laughing at him.
Unlike many omegas, the words small or delicate did not apply to his mate.
Levi tried turning toward the fridge and realized his error. In this position, it would be difficult for him to carry the other man around.
Elm burst out laughing.
“Funny?” Levi shoved him back against the island. “We’ll see.”
He should have gone for water as soon as the knot went down.
He fucked his omega into submission instead.
Twice.
* * *
The couch creaked loudly, but Levi was too in the zone to care.
Elm was on his side, one leg lifted and held up, his heel resting on Levi’s shoulder. He cried out every time Levi stroked against his prostate, whined when he came into contact with that place deep inside.
One of Levi’s jackets was draped over the back of the couch and he grabbed it, rubbing it all over Elm’s skin, dousing it in his omega heat pheromones. He’d capture the scent and keep it. A souvenir from their first time together.
Or…twentieth time.
Thirtieth?
He’d lost track.
When he was certain the fabric had soaked up enough, he haphazardly folded it and dropped it to the floor.
“Alpha,” Elm’s voice was scratchy, but there was a clarity in his gaze that hadn’t been there in days. “Hurts.”
Levi glanced down at where they came together.
His hole was puffy and vibrant red, clearly overused. He needed cream and at least an hour for the muscles to rest.
Elm’s heat was still burning brightly, but Levi’s rut was finally beginning to crawl to an end.
He could do that for him. Could manage an hour now that the worst of it had passed.
Whether or not Elm would be able to hold back for that long was yet to be determined, but they could try.
Levi pulled out, giving himself a few pumps to push himself over the edge. He came, thick ropes shooting across Elm’s body, painting him in frothy cream. Even after spending so many loads, the orgasm was a lengthy one, and he deposited all over his omega, covering as much of him in it as he could.
The second he finished, he dropped his leg and got to work, hands rubbing the sticky fluid into him, over tender spots and broken skin.
Elm whimpered and tried to move away, stilling when Levi gave a click of his teeth chidingly.
“It’s for your own good,” he reassured. “So you can manage to go without my knot for—”
His omega snarled.
Levi glared and pinched his nipple. “It won’t be for long, I promise.”
Their come contained pheromones, and with it directly seeping into Elm’s skin, Levi was hopeful he’d bought them some recovery time.
He got off the couch, tsking when the omega latched onto his wrist before he could take a full step away. “Relax. I’ll be right back.”
His feral little thing bared his teeth yet again.
Exhausting.
“Yes, yes,” Levi said, “very scary.” He placed a finger to the center of Elm’s forehead and gave a tiny push.
The omega didn’t have the energy to hold himself up, flopping back down onto the couch.
Levi entered the downstairs bathroom, grabbing a tube of sun cream from the cabinet over the sink, and returned quickly, relived when he found the omega exactly where he’d left him.
Pouting and spitting mad, but still lying in the same position.
Elm’s gaze tracked him as he came closer, his legs falling open suggestively.
Levi didn’t scold him since he’d need to get there anyway. He sat a little further down, then purposefully pat his lap. “Come.”
It was a struggle, but the omega somehow managed to peel himself up and then crawl the three or so feet over. He dropped onto Levi’s thighs, humming when he was rearranged so his ass was slightly lifted.
“This calm won’t last,” he warned as he squeezed a generous amount of cream onto two fingers and brought them to Elm’s battered entrance.
He shushed him when he hissed upon contact, sending soothing pheromones into him.
“I still have one final leg of my rut, then I’ll completely crash.
Let’s give it an hour, and then go as hard as we can.
Try to burn the rest of our mating periods out of the both of us. What to do you say, treasure?”
“Knot.”
“Yes.” Levi pushed his fingers in deep, depositing the cream. “Of course.”
Elm purred. “Deal.”
He spread his cheeks and smeared sun cream all around the area, and inside of him as far as he could go with just his fingers.
The omega let him for a while, but his irritation grew palpable, and finally Levi couldn’t take it anymore.
“What?” he demanded, cursing when the omega took that as an invitation to move.
Elm shot to his feet in a show of adrenaline he must have been storing up, snatched the tube from Levi’s hand, and promptly emptied the rest of the contents directly onto Levi’s cock.
“Stupid,” the omega accused, then while Levi was busy being completely flabbergasted, straddled him. He grimaced as he lowered onto his cream covered member, but when he caught Levi staring, grinned brightly. “All in.”
“You promised to behave.”
“Lied.” Elm’s gaze landed on Levi’s neck, brow furrowing.
“What now?” Levi asked, shifting to get more comfortable now that he’d been reduced to a medical tool. He fucked into him a few times for good measure, figuring he may as well move the cream around and do the job properly.
Elm’s dick slapped against his chest, but even though he moaned, the omega was still staring at that one spot.
“Treasure,” Levi called to him, but only got his attention briefly.
Elm pressed against the mark on the left side of his neck—he had matching ones on each side—then narrowed his eyes.
“Not fair,” he declared.
“What’s not—” Levi sucked in a breath when the omega attacked him. Teeth punctured his skin, pain radiating down his spine as the place at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder was bitten into.
Omegas didn’t have the ability to initiate the claim like alphas did, so there was no invisible call tickling the back of Levi’s brain like there had been when he’d delivered the bite.
But that was okay.
The message was still clear.
He cradled Elm’s skull and tipped his head, giving him more space. “Go for it, omega. You’re the only one who has the right to me.”
Levi knew Elm was merely acting on instinct, that he couldn’t take any of the things he’d said or done since the initial claiming bite to heart.
That there would be a struggle once his omega came to his senses, grief over the life he’d realize he’d lost and couldn’t return to, anger at Levi for being the cause.
But there was hope there as well.
Hope that these tiny offerings the omega made came from a place of truth, even if Elm wasn’t yet aware of it himself. That, in these past months together, Levi hadn’t been the only one changing.
“You’re mine now,” Levi reminded darkly. “You’re mine.”
And he was never giving him back.
Never letting him leave.
Even if he had to lock the both of them up in this house for the rest of their very long lives.
“If you resist, I’ll wear you down. Make you submit.” Levi sat up, readjusting so he’d have access to the omega’s flesh. It caused the teeth still tearing through him to tug, but he ignored the renewed pain and rush of blood. “You’ll never be free of me.”
Levi bit into the muscle next to Elm’s shoulder.
They both came undone at once.