Page 167 of His Stolen Omega

“Stop whining, omega. You’ll get what I decide to give you.”

“I’ll make you another statue,” Elm desperately offered, sensing he’d won when Levi stilled for a moment.

The alpha’s fingers dipped between his cheeks, circled his tight entrance, and then slowly, two of them pressed inside. He felt around for his prostate, then dragged his fingers over it repeatedly once he found it, causing Elm to twitch and jerk in his hold.

Elm gasped and mewled, legs jolting, toes curling, as the alpha lavished too much attention to that one spot. He came in his lap, unleashing such a heavy load that the material of Levi’s pants stuck to Elm’s skin after.

But the alpha didn’t stop, rubbing until more fluids gushed out of Elm’s body.

“Do you recall my list, omega?” Levi asked, then continued when it became apparent Elm didn’t have the sense to reply. “The one with all the things I want to explore with you? This is on there. Have you ever tried prostate milking before?”

“Alpha,” Elm gasped and clawed at the couch, but Levi held him in place with ease. “Enough.”

He tsked at him. “You waved your right to say no, remember? I was being rather generous, too.”

Oh shit.

His ass clenched around those digits, oversensitivity driving him half mad even as another strange orgasm ripped through him, making him howl.

“Please,” Elm tried again. “I can’t take any more.”

“We aren’t stopping until the couch is ruined beyond repair and it needs to be thrown out,” Levi announced. “But, if you tell me you love me—”

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”

“—I’ll spank you while I play with your prostate.”

“What?! No! Levi!”

The alpha’s free hand slapped against his ass.

Warm breath gust against the back of Elm’s neck then. “Careful what you wish for, mate.”

Even through the overload of sensation, Elm managed to laugh.

Epilogue:

Two Years Later

“I heard he’s married to Leviathan Morningstar.”

“The hot billionaire?”

“The one who was on the cover of Syn magazine last month?”

Elm wandered through the gallery, shamelessly eavesdropping on conversations as he passed. He was dressed in a white suit, the front of his shirt decorated in intricate lace flowers that revealed bare skin beneath depending on which way he turned. The top three buttons were undone, and he kept a hand casually in the pocket of his pants. The outfit cost almost as much as the building, but he’d gotten used to being decked out in designer brands.

Since style had never been a big deal to him, he was more than content leaving his wardrobe to Levi to handle.

The gallery was rather large, with five different showrooms on the main level, and an upstairs where he kept his office and studio space. Elm’s original studio was at the estate, and the past six months, it’d been an adjustment period for both himself and his alpha.

They’d come to an agreement, however. Since Levi had to work, Elm spent the hours he was at the office here. Whenever the alpha was finished, he came over and waited until Elm was ready to leave, if he wasn’t already. Usually he wasn’t, since he still had a tendency to get sucked into his work.

A little over a year ago, they’d moved back to the main building at the estate. The basement had been converted to a game room, the cage dismantled. Elm didn’t go down there very often, and never on his own, but it helped to see it different than it’d once been. His studio had been created on the upper level, down the hall from their bedroom. Sunlight poured in from the wide windows, giving him a great source of natural lighting.

He still preferred the one at the lodge though. Insisted on visiting whenever they had free time and for every anniversary, despite the alpha’s continued offer to bring him somewhere warm and exotic for a change.

Elm didn’t need any of that. Traveling to Glyph every now and again to visit his family and friends was already more than enough. Alone time at the lodge, just the two of them, was the most relaxation he could get.