Page 11 of His Stolen Omega

Baal lingered a little longer. “Satiate your curiosity and then get rid of him.”

He quirked a brow. “Attempting to give me orders now?”

“I’m giving you advice,” he corrected. “As your friend. Kian keeping him away from the Eumia has to mean he cares for him. This could end up blowing up in our faces before you know it.”

“You’re the one who stopped me from killing him earlier.”

“That was earlier.” There was more to Baal’s statement, but he didn’t elaborate.

He didn’t have to.

But Levi wasn’t in the mood to entertain his suspicions.

“My interest lies solely on the fact he’s synthetic. Altering a different test subject with one of the two vials we were finally able to get our hands on would be an epic waste, don’t you agree?” Levi drawled.

Baal glanced away.

“In order to utilize this to our fullest advantage, I have to understand exactly how it works. His name and where he came from, frankly, don’t matter. I only care that he’s a synthetic omega.” He meant every word. Levi would approach this the same way he did everything. Clinically.

Controlled.

“Just,” Baal exhaled in defeat, “tell me what you need.”

* * *

“The subject produces slick the same as any other omega,” Levi noted, speaking to the camera-orb that hovered a few feet above him, circling and filming as he moved.

He had the omega’s hips lifted on the table, and was currently standing between his spread thighs, eyes on the tight pucker that was glistening with slick, the wet, sticky substance omegas secreted to prepare themselves for cock.

The omega watched him, occasionally making sounds, but never once speaking. He allowed Levi to readjust his body, didn’t hiss like he had at Fiora, but he also wasn’t pleased about any of this either, it was obvious in the set of his shoulders and the way his lips pressed firmly together.

Levi couldn’t blame him. He’d spent the first half hour logging visuals, subjecting the omega to his presence and different types of his alpha pheromones. The responses were always exactly as they should be.

To further prove it, he emitted another wave of targeted seductive pheromones, watching as another glob of fluid leaked out of the omega’s ass to puddle on the table.

The omega’s dick twitched and spewed as well, making him whimper and gyrate his hips.

“Enough.” Levi pressed a palm against his pelvis, forcing him back onto the table, and then reached forward with a gloved finger. He traced the tight entrance of his body, watching his face for signs of…anything, really. “Do you even know who you are?”

No reaction.

“It appears the subject has been reduced to base instincts. He’s feral.” There was a very strong chance the omega wouldn’t retain any of this in his memory.

Levi pulled away and turned toward a small table nearby where he’d set up his tools. Selecting one, he came back, lifting the toy in the air so the omega could take a good look.

The omega frowned, but gave no other signs he understood what the object was or what it meant for him.

“Testing if his body can adjust the same way an omega in heat typically can,” Levi announced for the camera, and then brought the blunt end of the toy up against what could very well be virgin hole.

If the omega was present, he might have considered asking him. Might have been curious enough to find out if he’d slept with men before or if he’d been straight when he’d been a beta, only bedding women.

Then again.

He might not have.

Levi could have coated the toy in lube, but that would defeat the purpose. He wanted to see how well this new omega could stretch. Wanted to see if he was easy to make bleed, or if he could really handle the type of alpha his biology kept insisting he wanted.

The dildo wasn’t extremely large, around five inches long, with a girth of an inch. It slipped inside the omega slowly, gliding into him despite the initial resistance and the strangled sound the omega made. Once it was buried all the way, Levi twisted it, pumped it once deep enough to shove the man’s body a bit up the table, and then pulled it free.