Page 118 of His Stolen Omega

The tip of the thick plug tapped against Elm’s prostate with every shift of his feet, meant to keep him in a constant aroused state. But being made to wear a plug wasn’t the embarrassing part.

At the end of the toy was a fluffy white bunny tail.

“Absolutely not.” Elm tried to reach for it, but his wrists were captured and held at his lower back. He struggled and glared at Levi, but the alpha merely smiled at him.

“There’s more.” Levi secured a headband with floppy white rabbit ears over Elm’s head, twirling him around so he was fully facing the mirror, with his wrists still trapped behind him. “There you go. Aren’t you cute, omega?”

Elm growled. “Get this shit off of me.”

“No.”

“I’m not some pet, Leviathan! You can’t treat me like a replacement rabbit.”

“You ran off without a word just like an unruly pet might,” the alpha drawled, free hand traveling down the length of his chest slowly. “Got yourself into trouble. Made me worry.”

“This isn’t a kink I’m into.”

“It isn’t my thing either,” he surprised him by agreeing, “but that isn’t why we’re doing it.”

Elm frowned, then hissed when the alpha’s hand found his dick and started rubbing him back to attention. Before long, he was leaning into the alpha, mouth parted, muscles in his thighs shaking as he was stroked with carefully measured pumps of the alpha’s fist.

“Watch,” Levi commanded, and Elm’s eyes slipped open and met his reflection in the mirror.

He hadn’t realized he’d even closed them.

“Your alpha is going to make you come,” he whispered against the curve of Elm’s ear. “While you’re plugged and dressed like a bunny. You can get past most affronts. Can turn the other cheek at having your liberties stripped away and your autonomy restricted. But you always blush for me in instances like this.”

Elm’s breathing stuttered and Levi grinned wickedly at him, hand quickening.

“It’s cute that you’re unencumbered by pride, yet you embarrass so easily when your own sexual desires are brought to light.”

“I don’t want this,” he argued, but the alpha merely clicked his tongue.

“Should I spank you? Will that make you admit it? Oh.” Levi laughed when Elm’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“Get this stuff off of me and—”

“We aren’t negotiating, omega. Besides, this was what you wanted. It just so happens that your rabbit god would rather see you in the tail and ears.”

“What—” Elm blinked, finding it difficult to navigate this conversation with his dick still being wrung by Levi’s skilled hand. “I don’t…?”

The alpha chuckled and planted a kiss just above the collar. “I knew you were too engrossed in your sculpture to notice when I asked you about that. You told me yourself which rabbit god the statue downstairs was modeled after.”

He’d…Shit.

“You gave yourself away, Median.”

Elm gasped. “You knew it was me? This whole time?”

“Not until that day you were playing in the snow. That was the first time you exposed yourself.”

Elm had crafted a moon cake in the snow. One with the same design as the statue.

Damn it.

He was such an idiot.

“I was wasted,” he reminded.