Page 117 of His Stolen Omega

Never in a million years would he have ever predicted he’d end up here, kneeling between the Dominus of the White Frost’s legs, blowing him as though Elm’s life depended on it.

In some ways, it kind of did. The alpha had decided Elm had wronged him. Making it up to his alpha was second nature now that he was omega. Since this was their first act as a mated pair, it also carried extra weight.

This was the most important blow job he was ever going to give for multiple reasons, and because of that, Elm gave himself entirely to the act.

Whether the alpha would consider that him burying his head in the sand was irrelevant. Elm was who he was, and while the Leviathan could claim his body and trick his mind into subjugation, it couldn’t undo all of his old habits. Couldn’t erase who he was at his core.

He might not be the best artist or archer or fighter, but Elm was adaptable. He aced versatility, prided himself on his resilience. It was the one thing he’d always been better at than everyone else. Sometimes that admittedly made him a sucker—no pun intended—but it also ensured he didn’t lose who he was, even in the face of adversity.

The alpha had captured him, locked him up, rutted, and claimed him.

But at the end of the day, he was still Elm Erskine.

And, for now, that could be enough to keep him going.

If Levi was so eager to show him there was power in being the mate of a Dominus, Elm wouldn’t reject the offer.

He felt the moment the alpha’s balls drew up, knew he was about to come, and executed the rest of his plan. Elm came off the alpha’s cock, teeth flashing, and attacked that sensitive spot on Levi’s inner thigh.

His teeth pierced through flesh, and he clamped down, the coppery spray of blood coaxing his tongue to mix with the lingering taste of the alpha’s juices. He gave a hard suck for good measure, directly over the scent gland, and released an omega purr of approval when the alpha released.

Levi moaned and jerked, his cock emptying over Elm’s shoulder, spurting come across the room. The orgasm went on for a while, the alpha twitching around him, hot spray squirting down Elm’s back.

He didn’t release his teeth until the alpha went limp. Then Elm slowly eased back onto his haunches, keeping his eyes downcast. When he reached to rub at the blood on his face, his wrist was caught.

The alpha peeled himself off the couch, propping an arm on his knee, then reached forward to rub his thumb against the bloodstains painting Elm’s lips.

“You aren’t mad.” Elm noted the sparkle in the alpha’s eyes, the clear satisfaction.

“My omega gave me a gift,” Levi said. “Why would I be mad?”

“You’re bleeding.”

He hummed, then took Elm by the chin and pulled him closer, spreading his thighs wider. “Here. Give me another.” He indicated the unmarked skin on the opposite side.

Elm yanked free and shot to his feet, retreating. “I upheld my end of the deal.”

“You didn’t swallow.”

“You didn’t say I had to.”

Levi thought back on his words and chuckled. “So I didn’t. An error on my part.” He stood, tucking himself away and righting his clothing. “Are you hungry? Since you didn’t even whet your appetite with my come, you should be starving.”

“Wait.” Elm hissed when the alpha grabbed onto the chain dangling from his chest and gave it a tug, his already sore nipples smarting at the pull. He tried to move away, but Levi merely stepped forward with him, not stopping until Elm fell back onto the bed.

Levi planted a hand on his shoulder and shoved him, then took an ankle in each hand and placed Elm’s heels on the edge of the bed. “Stay.”

The position kept his legs spread and him fully exposed. He wanted to resist, but thanks to the clamps and the blow job, Elm was primed and ready for a rough fucking, and as much as he wanted to push back against the alpha’s bid for control, he also wanted relief.

There was a rustling while the alpha retrieved something, then he returned and held up another object for Elm to see.

It took him a lengthy amount of time to process what he was looking at, but once he did, he swore and went to sit up. A blast of the alpha’s lust pheromones had him falling back into place, groan traveling up his throat as a fresh gush of slick pooled out of his body.

When he felt the cold tip of the new toy press against his entrance, Elm covered his face with his arm, mortification causing his cheeks and the tips of his ears to turn beet red.

“I ordered this special for you,” Levi announced as he worked the toy into him, hushing Elm when the thickest part caught against his rim and hurt a little pushing past it.

As soon as the toy was secured, he dragged Elm off the bed and brought him back into the bathroom, stopping him in front of the floor-length mirror. His hand captured Elm by the jaw when he refused to look, forcing his head to turn, so he could see over his shoulder at his backside in the reflection.