Page 2 of His Incubus Husband

“Because I have a particular fantasy I’d like to enact, and you’d be perfect for the main role.”

“Oh?”

Oswald leaned closer, sniffing the omega’s hair. He smelled the same way he looked—pure yet seductive. Like a white rose.

“Tell me about the fantasy,” the omega said, tilting his head up. His teeth grazed his lower lip, and the tip of his tongue peeked out in a move that must have been deliberate. He was a mesmerizing blend of innocent and deviously sexual.

“A boy celebrates his eighteenth birthday. He’s the most beautiful omega in the city, maybe in the whole country. Precious, unattainable, and very much innocent.” The omega smirked but waited for Oswald to continue. “I’m a rich man, more powerful than any of the schmucks in here tonight. I’ll ask the boy what special gift I can give him for his birthday. And then I’ll give it to him.”

The omega touched his straw with the tip of his tongue before taking a small sip. He didn’t take his eyes off Oswald. “What does he ask for in this fantasy of yours? Diamonds? A car?”

Oswald smirked. “He asks me to pop his cherry.”

The omega laughed merrily. “You wish!”

“How old are you?”

A mischievous grin curved the boy’s full lips. “My ID says twenty-three. Am I too old for your dirty fantasy?”

It was his eyes. They were pure blue, almost childlike, but the light in them looked ageless. Now that Oswald was talking to the man, he would guess him to be at least twenty-five, but with an exceptional moisturizer routine.

“Like I said, you’d be perfect for the role.”

“Maybe I came here tonight with my own fantasy to fulfill.”

“Did you tell any of the others who approached you tonight?”

“No. You’d be the first. And you enjoy being the first, don’t you?”

Oswald’s cock tingled already. “Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

The omega blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy with desire. “It’s not wise to make promises when you don’t know what I wish for.”

“I employ my wisdom in business and politics. I like to be unwise elsewhere. It’s more fun that way. What’s your fantasy?”

Smiling, the omega wrapped his lips around the straw and sucked. He let it go with a soft pop.

“I want a powerful, mature alpha tied to a bed for the night. He’ll let me do what I want and beg me for relief.”

Oswald’s underbelly flooded with heat. He wasn’t a submissive man, far from it. But the idea of the petite blue-eyed angel riding his cock while he was tied to his four-poster bed made him see red.

He put a finger under the omega’s chin and asked, “What’s your name, angel?”

“Valentino.”

Oswald hummed. What a name! He could imagine whispering it into the boy’s ear while he slowly worked three fingers into his tiny hole.

“Valentino, I have a proposal for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“You fulfill my fantasy, and I’ll fulfill yours.”

Valentino gazed at him with his too-clever, ageless eyes.

“And your name?”

“Oswald.”