He laughed a joyous sound that filled my chest with warmth.
“All of this—” he tapped my temple with a finger “—is you being high on my pheromones. Your reaction is quite different from the alphas I’ve met before, though. Your craving and aggression turns into protectiveness. I like that. And it’s so new that you listen to what I need. But I’m not stupid, and I know it will pass.”
Maybe he was right, but deep down in my chest, a place for him was carving itself. “I will get you out, though.”
“That I believe. After all, you took pity on the omega no one wanted to buy and wasted allthat money to fuck a psycho. For what? To rescue me? I don’t get you.” He shook his head.
“It wasn’t pity.”
“Save it, Eldin. I really don’t care. I’m glad to be alive, and I’m thankful, but you have nothing to prove to me.”
Why did he have to be so cruel?
Part Four
Ole grimaced. “Suck my nipples.”
Whoa. Nice change of mood. “What?”
“It helps because they tingle. But now, they’re too sensitive for the clamps.”
“Yeah, okay.” Without another thought, I scooped him up to splay him in the middle of the bed, latching onto his nipple.
Ole moaned, burying his fingers in my hair as I sucked and flicked my tongue while massaging the other nub with my thumb.
“Will you do what I ask if I tell you it would help me?” Ole tapped my shoulder, and I looked up.
“Sure.”How weird can it be?
“Before you knot me, I need to be stretched. Sort of a massage but with something big.”
“Like dildos?” Okay, maybe I wasn’t expecting that.
“Yeah, that should work.”
I was off the bed and opening the dresser drawer within a moment, rummaging through small plugs until I found several bigger toys.
“The play should loosen up my womb for it to open properly for breeding. If we’re lucky, the next wave will be in a few hours, not minutes,” Ole said.
I lifted my findings one by one, and Ole picked the biggest ones, leaving out only the one looking like a horse’s dong.Right, okay.
An irrational sense of jealousy churned in my gut as I tossed the toys onto the bed.Why wasn’t I enough? Why did he need the silicone?
The short, blue toy Ole tapped first was as thick as my forearm and shaped like a bullet with a wide base.
Ole situated himself on all fours, presenting his hole, trickling with slick. His rim was pink and open, contracting, begging to be filled. Fuck, I wanted to lick and play with the supple flesh with my tongue. But I promised to do whathewanted this time.
I positioned the tip of the dildo and teased the opening, moving it around, pressing in, then pulling it out.
“More.” Ole’s decisive tone was hot as fuck. He knew what he needed and asked for it, compelling me to listen.
The wide middle of the toy was doing its job because when I glided it in, then kept it right at the opening, Ole’s tiny, strained whimpers intensified.
Finally, I pushed it all the way in, tapping the base to stimulate the rim from the outside. Ole sighed, his body still but for his cock dripping pre-cum on onto the sheets.
“Very good. Such a beautiful, needy hole. Now push out.”
Ole grunted, and I caught the flying bullet in my hands. His ass squelched, and I gave it a longing look.
