Page 39 of His Incubus Husband

“I’d like you to be my husband,” Oswald said, as if his previous statement needed clarifying.

“Not… your pet?” Tino stammered out.

“You will still be my pet. But I want you as my husband, too. A good obedient omega boy who will love me.”

Tino blinked. His human heart was beating double-time, and his knees felt weak. This would have been much easier to comprehend and handle in his true form.

“I’ve never thought I’d want a marriage,” Oswald continued. “It seemed like an unnecessary hassle. Too much work. But you…”

Oswald stepped closer and cupped Tino’s jaw. He brushed a thumb along Tino’s chin, tilting Tino’s face up. Oswald’s eyes didn’t plead. They willed Tino into surrender.

“You do love me, don’t you? I feel it. I want to hear you say it.”

Thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of men had wanted Tino. Not a single one of them had wanted to keep him, knowing what he was. Not a single one of them had the audacity to claim him.

“Why?” he finally breathed.

Oswald smiled with tenderness, his other hand playing with the soft hair on Tino’s nape.

“It’s simple. You are the most beautiful, most dangerous, most fascinating creature on Earth, omega. I want to own you.”

A slow smile spread on Tino’s face. Oswald’s passion for him seeped through his pores, filling him to the brim, and at that moment, it felt like he’d never be hungry again.

“I love you, Oswald.”

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I will be your husband. I love you,” Tino repeated.

It was true. Maybe the love he felt was different from human emotions—he couldn’t know that. But he knew that nobody made him feel as fulfilled and content as Oswald Sandoval.

Oswald leaned down and kissed him tenderly, just a chaste brush of lips. “Good.”

The wedding was in September.

Tino’s papers were fake, and if someone were to scrutinize the marriage legally, it wouldn’t hold up.

But who cared? Tino was getting married.

He was twenty according to his ID, but he looked even younger. Ringlets of his golden hair framed his glowing face, and he wore silk pants and a long-sleeved lace top with bare shoulders, so the stunning choker Oswald bought him in France would stand out.

A naive omega groom, glowing with excitement and hope, gazed back at Tino from the mirror. Wrapped in pure white, his impeccable body was all virginal, youthful and tight, just like his alpha liked it.

He smiled at himself then grabbed the armful of white lilies.

There was no one to give him away. He was giving himself to Oswald, all on his own, of his own free will.

The music swelled as he walked down the aisle, and the crowd of Oswald’s friends and important acquaintances all gasped in unison.

Tino knew he looked great.

Oswald’s eyes burned with possessive lust as Tino walked toward him.

“I will marry you in front of everybody. We’ll have an old-fashioned wedding, opulent, with many guests. So many eyes on you. Let them take pictures. Let the gossip magazines have a field day. I’m going to show you off, my little demon. And, yes, you’ll look like the perfect omega groom for me; young, guileless, and sickeningly in love.”

Tino didn’t have to pretend. He felt naive and sickeningly in love. He recited the most archaic omega vow he could get away with, promising his alpha unlimited obedience, giving him his soul for safekeeping, and offering his pure body to be consumed however and whenever his husband required.

He played the part of the blushing virgin so well. His alpha seemed pleased. The guests radiated discomfort at Tino’s outrageously submissive promises, but Oswald’s smile grew smug.