Page 127 of His Stolen Omega

“Can you not keep saying my full name like that?” Elm heaved a sigh. “Fine. I get it, all right? If it helps any, your dick is way bigger than Pike’s.”

“Reminding me that you’re familiar with his manhood does not, in fact, help.”

Shit.

“Enough stalling, omega. Touch yourself.”

Elm wanted the plug out, but still hesitated.

“Are you really embarrassed? I’ve already seen all of you,” Levi pointed out.

“I know, I’ve just…I’ve never done this in front of anyone before.”

“Oh?” He sounded pleased about that.

So Elm shamelessly leaned into it.

“Getting off with you during my heat was the closest I’ve ever come,” he said. “Past hookups were just quick lays.”

“Things with me are different.”

“Yeah.” Elm wouldn’t deny it. And not just to placate the alpha either. He wouldn’t deny it because it was true. Things with Levi had never been normal or average. Sex with the alpha was all consuming, burning brightly enough to blind. No one had ever made him feel the way the Leviathan did.

No one had ever even come close.

“Should I talk you through it, treasure?” Levi resituated on the couch, the sound of the leather cluing Elm in.

He dropped his forehead to the mattress and peered between his parted thighs, but he could only see the alpha from the waist down.

“Play with yourself. Rub your nipples against the blankets and shake that cute ass of yours,” Levi instructed.

Something about the alpha being so crude with his words had Elm moaning even before he did what he was told. He turned his head to flatten his cheek against the mattress and lowered his upper body more, until his chest met silk.

Elm moved over it, but there wasn’t nearly enough friction, and he made a sound of frustration that the alpha picked up on and chuckled at.

“Grope your balls,” Levi suggested. “There you go. So obedient when you want to be.”

He clenched around the toy as he rolled his sack in his hand, then moved to grasp his dick at the root, giving it a squeeze before he stroked it to the tip.

“You liked the Runner’s attention, was that it?” Levi said. “I’m the Dominus. No one’s ever caught my eye. You’re special. You have all of my attention now. I’ll never look away.”

“That’s stifling,” Elm stated, but he continued to jerk himself off, groaning when he felt a drop of slick leak past the plug and roll down his thigh.

“Is it?” the alpha asked. “Tell me you don’t want it then. Tell me not to look at you.”

“Don’t.” His toes curled as he fisted himself, more slick and precome dripping out of him to make wet, sloppy sounds as he masturbated for the alpha.

“Don’t look?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Get the pillow,” Levi said. “Rut it.”

Elm grabbled for the nearest pillow, not even bothering to check whose he got, then yanked it down and shoved it between his thighs. He humped into it, the plug in his ass tapping against his prostate with each lift of his hips, his nipples sliding against the sheets.

“You’re leaking all over the place,” the alpha drawled, voice husky. There were sounds coming from his side of the room now as well, the couch creaking.

Elm whined when he processed the alpha was jerking off to the sight of him, and he lifted a little higher, granting Levi a better view as he fucked the pillow with quickfire thrusts, desperation getting the better of him the closer he got to the finish line.