Page 100 of His Stolen Omega

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?”