Page 116 of His Stolen Omega

Elm was still reeling from the claiming, the event itself and what that meant for his future—and yeah, he was a coward, because instead of demanding clear answers or voicing his opinion on the matter…he was about to suck the alpha off.

Didn’t mean he had to be kind about it.

Levi wanted him to blow him?

Oh, he’d blow him all right.

His body wet itself the second the alpha’s cock popped free and came into view, his subconscious clearly recalling all the ways that engorged member had driven him to the brink of a pleasure induced insanity. Getting laid wasn’t his focus now, though, so Elm did his best to ignore the way his muscles clenched.

He didn’t waste any time, dipping his head and delivering a long lick up the bottom of Levi’s shaft, from balls to tip. When he made it to the crown, he took the whole thing between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue against his leaking slit. The flavor of musk and salt assaulted him, and he breathed in the alpha’s pheromones as he worked, noting that they were regular.

Levi wasn’t using seductive ones on him yet.

Was he trying to make a point?

Must be. The asshole.

The alpha wanted Elm to have to acknowledge the attraction between them was organic, even if this had started because of their pheromones.

The problem was, there was no way to say for certain if that were true or not. Conditioning made it near impossible to tell. Elm wouldn’t be able to untangle that web even if he wanted to.

His right hand wrapped around the base of Levi’s cock and he stroked him in time with his sucks, purposefully taking things slow to ease the alpha into a false sense of security.

If this was the means the alpha had chosen to control him, then Elm was going to prove that two could play that game. If he was going to be held beholden to the alpha, then he sure as hell was going to get his own in the process. It took two to tango. Elm refused to be the only one turned into a pleasure addict.

He dropped over Levi’s length without any warning, swallowing him down in one swift move that had the alpha cursing and sputtering. Relaxing and widening his jaw came easily enough, though it’d been a while since he’d last given head.

The alpha’s cock slipped a few inches down the back of his throat and Elm kept him there for a moment, humming and sending vibrations skittering through him. His free hand found Levi’s balls, rolling the sack between his fingers while one pressed against his taint. He wouldn’t take things too far, wouldn’t tease the alpha’s hole, but the threat was there, and he could tell Levi figured that out when he glanced up and met the alpha’s glowing gaze.

The Leviathan had his arms spread over the back of the couch, hands gripping the leather material with all his might. His hips jerked, but he let Elm control the pace, his clenched teeth and the sharp intakes of breath his only giveaways that he wanted to go harder and faster.

If given the chance, the alpha would pummel his face, and something about that turned Elm on. It shouldn’t…

But it did.

Maybe it was because Levi was such a tightly wound individual. The thought of being able to unravel a person like that, to make him lose his cool, gave Elm a sense of power unlike any he’d ever experienced before.

It occurred to him then that maybe this was the lesson Levi had actually intended to show him.

Oh yeah. He found himself mated to an asshole all right.

“Whatever thought just renewed your anger,” Levi warned in a husky voice, “don’t let it slip you up, omega. If you bite me, you will regret it.”

Well, duh.

What omega wanted his alpha to lose his most important asset?

Elm may not like it, but the fact this was his alpha was undeniable. Several claiming bites proved as much. For now, he was inexplicably tied to this man, which meant no matter how pissed off he was or became, he would never maim his cock.

Still, didn’t mean he couldn’t voice his irritation.

Now that some of the initial shock had worn off, Elm was feeling his usual cavalier nature return, driving him to be bold when he probably shouldn’t be.

He pulled off the alpha, taking a moment to wipe a smear of spit and precome off his lips, before saying, “You’re in luck. This is the only part of you I actually like.”

“Is that so?” Levi chuckled, not taking the bait. “Then by all means,” he gyrated his hips, “keep eating, treasure.”

Elm went back to sucking his cock, bobbing his head and squeezing sporadically with his lips. That one hand on Levi’s heavy sack continued to massage him, the other settling over the rise of Levi’s right thigh, sliding across his skin to dip lower, until his thumb found the spot where the alpha’s scent gland most likely was.