Page 31 of His Stolen Omega

Levi’s pheromones turned threatening, just enough to cause discomfort, and Elm clenched his teeth. “When you’re in heat, your body will crave a knot. Sex is the best way to balance pheromones. You’ll get better a lot faster.”

That was probably true. The dildos could provide the knot, and Levi could provide the alpha pheromones, and together, it would simulate real sex enough to trick Elm’s body into buying it.

But that didn’t mean he wanted it.

“I’m not some thing for you to play with,” he insisted.

Levi stared him down for a long while and then surprised him by saying, “All right.”

“Really?” Elm watched him warily, but even then, he wasn’t prepared for what the alpha did next.

Pheromones hit him hard enough to cause him to stutter, and in the next instant, the alpha was pulling his arm up and locking his wrist into one of the manacles that dangled from the wall. He did the same to the other, effectively trapping Elm sitting on the mattress with his back against the wall.

“Hey!” Elm struggled when Levi grabbed onto his pants and tore them off, humiliated and hissing for good measure, even when soothing pheromones came at him again to try and ease the embarrassment. “What the hell?!”

“You’ll thank me later.” Levi folded them and set them on the metal table that was currently wheeled off to the side, then he exited the cage, shut the door, and unbuttoned his jacket.

Elm frowned when he settled comfortably into the high back chair and pulled a cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “What are you doing?”

“Lessons can only go so far,” Levi said cryptically. “I can teach you to be more obedient, but damaging something valuable in the process would be a mistake. The chances of you making it through this with your sanity without a knot are about fifty-fifty, but without an alpha’s pheromones?” He stuck a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. “Ten percent at best.”

He was saying he was going to stick around and flood Elm with his intoxicating pheromones, but that he’d honor his wishes and not force anything inside of him?

“I don’t get it,” Elm admitted.

“You have a big brother.” He took a drag. “Surely he’s taught you something over the years.”

Elm thought back on his words.

Oh.

“You think making me go without a knot this time will make me beg you for it my next heat.” He should feel insulted, but the fact of the matter was, he was already starting to lose confidence.

The Leviathan didn’t strike him as the type of person who gambled unless he knew he was very likely to win, and he obviously knew more about heats and ruts than Elm did.

“I don’t think,” he corrected, seemingly reading Elm’s mind. “I know.”

The cramps hit hard then, cutting off anything Elm may have responded with. He caught sight of the alpha’s wicked grin a second before tears filled his eyes and a glob of slick leaked from between his cheeks to stain the already disgusting mattress.

* * *

Why wasn’t it working?

Elm could no longer think in words or sentences, there was just need and instinct and a red haze that wouldn’t go away. He stared across the room, pleading with beautiful gray eyes, widening his thighs as much as he could, spreading in an attempt to attract the alpha.

He had no clue how long he’d been at it, desperately trying everything he could think of to lure the man closer, to give him what he needed. His dick was erect, bright red from being hard for so long, and his body produced enough slick to soak the entire spot he was seated on. The smell alone should have been enough to have the alpha panting for him, and yet…

The man on the other side of the bars popped a piece of gum into his mouth, and then lit himself another cigarette. It was dark in the room, but his face was illuminated by the glow of the flame, his eyes never leaving Elm’s.

He wasn’t pleased, Elm could tell, but he couldn’t recall why. The soothing pheromones kept coming, but only enough to take the edge off, not enough to even try quelling the lust raging through him. It wasn’t soothing ones he wanted anyway. Elm wanted attraction pheromones, wanted the alpha to answer in kind, bathe him in that heady scent, and then come over here and mount him.

“Please,” he somehow found the word amidst the clutter in his head, knew it was the right one when the alpha took a slightly longer drag from his cigarette. “Please.”

“You told me no,” the alpha said almost absently.

Had he?

He hadn’t meant it!