Page 124 of His Stolen Omega

Levi paused. “Careful, omega, that’s a dangerous web you’re attempting to weave.”

“Figured the Dominus of the White Frost would consider himself above a mere Runner, but apparently—” His sentence died on his tongue when the alpha unleashed on him a second time, with more force than before.

Levi spanked him until he was a writhing, sobbing mess, edging him close to orgasm, only to switch to rubbing out the burn when he sensed Elm was near. He drew it out, torturing them both with the lengthy process.

But as he physically exerted himself, the tension eased. The alpha’s sense returned to him bit by bit, clarity breaking through the red haze of jealousy the way Elm had hoped.

He could take a good spanking, but an erratic Leviathan was frightening. Elm much preferred the man he knew, the one who was now as turned on as he was just from slapping Elm’s ass.

Elm’s breath hitched on a particularly hard blow and all at once, the alpha seemed to come back to himself entirely.

“Hey.” Soothing pheromones blasted out of him as Levi dragged Elm up, repositioning him in his lap.

His ass burned from the contact, but instead of pulling away, Elm gave into instinct, tucking himself against the alpha, silently asking for comfort. He buried his face in the crook of his neck and inhaled those calming pheromones, arms wrapping around his waist as the alpha cradled and began to rock him.

“Don’t cry,” Levi urged, voice gentle now. He brushed tears from Elm’s wet cheeks and purred for him. “I’m sorry. Don’t be sad.”

“You back to normal now?”

“Breathe, omega.”

“If you’re really sorry,” Elm said, “you’ll fuck me and make it better.”

Levi’s breath hitched, but then he ended up dropping his hand from Elm’s face. “If you think getting rid of that plug is that easy, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“Emphasis on the sore part.” He winced, playing it up so the alpha wouldn’t miss it.

Levi’s concern returned tenfold. “Does it hurt that much? I won’t do it again. Promise.”

That…didn’t sound…appealing.

Elm shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat, knowing that no matter how much it embarrassed him, if he didn’t speak up now, the alpha would most definitely keep his word and never spank him again. “It’s not…that.”

“Pardon?”

“I like it,” he confessed, hiding his face even more. “Pleasure and pain are dependent on how your brain interprets nervous signals. It’s a dopamine rush and I’m fine just…chill out for a second. Please.”

“To clarify,” Levi said, “you’re telling me you want to be spanked in the future?”

“Not from a place of anger,” he reiterated. “I don’t want you to hit me, alpha. But if it’s just a game?” He gave a partial shrug. “Yeah.”

His honesty seemed to earn him points.

The alpha unlatched one of the clamps and then bent to suckle the abused nipple. He undid the other while his tongue circled the bud, tossing the chain to the ground. His thumb found the perky nub and he worked over Elm’s chest in tandem, lips and fingers rubbing and tweaking his chest until Elm started to squirm, his moans growing desperate.

Levi pulled away and captured his mouth next, shoving his tongue in deep before lightening the kiss, turning it almost tender as he positioned him with a sturdy hand at the back of Elm’s head.

For a moment, Elm forgot all about the claiming bites and his captivity. Forgot the man he was making out with was a restrictive authoritarian hellbent on dictating Elm’s future.

There was just arousal and comfort and the attentiveness of his alpha.

Levi’s fingers wrapped around Elm’s dick and he pumped him, kissing him through it even when Elm gasped and moaned against his lips.

The orgasm hit embarrassingly fast, his dick spurting straight up into the air, sending a mess splattering down over them.

The alpha laid Elm across the couch and shifted onto his knees between his thighs. He pulled away long enough to drop his mouth to Elm’s chest, licking up the come. Even once he made it to Elm’s spent dick, he sucked on him, cleaning him off to the best of his ability. Once he was satisfied, he loomed up, staring down at Elm with a look of gratification that had Elm frowning.

“Tell me the Runner doesn’t mean anything to you,” Levi commanded, and Elm found himself shaking his head.