Page 52 of His Stolen Omega

The omega tried pulling away again, and Levi allowed him to partially sit up before tightening the arm he had wrapped around the younger man’s waist. When that gave enough space between them for Levi’s cock to bump against his lower back, the omega froze.

“You’re fine,” Levi repeated.

“You’re hard.”

“I won’t do anything about it. Breathe. My rut isn’t due for months yet. There’s no need to worry.”

“I just woke up naked in a tub with a dominant alpha who’s been holding me captive for months,” he snapped. “This is definitely cause for worry. I don’t know who you’re trying to kid here, but we both know you don’t need to be in rut to fuck, Leviathan.”

“Levi.” He wanted to hear the omega say it. Liked the idea of being called more intimately. Yesterday, that would have bothered him, but today…He was coming around to it. Being honest with himself, so to speak. “Call me Levi.”

“No. Let me up.”

“Alpha then.”

“I’d rather not call you anything at all.”

“Those are your only two choices.”

“Or what?” He glared over his shoulder at Levi. “You’ll do something about that hard-on after all?”

Levi sighed. “I don’t need to threaten to fuck you to get you in line, omega. I have no interest in using sex as a weapon.”

“Says the guy who—”

“Helped you through your heats,” he stopped him. “If you recall, the one time I did as you wished, you suffered the more for it.”

The omega turned away.

“Sex with anyone other than your claimed mate outside of heat could be detrimental to your recovery,” Levi informed him. “I wouldn’t put you at risk like that. Not after all the effort I’ve put into stabilizing you.”

“Fiora tell you that?”

“She didn’t have to. It’s fairly obvious.”

The omega tensed. “If you’re thinking about pimping me out and trying to make me accept some alpha in the name of experimentation, think again.”

“I promised I wouldn’t let anyone touch you, remember?” Levi had meant it then, and his conviction on that matter was even stronger now. “According to the past research we were able to collect, you should be close to stabilization anyway. The toys during your next few heats, if there’s more than one, should be more than enough.”

“So long as you’re there pumping me full of your pheromones,” he said.

“You sound upset.”

“It’s not like we like each other.” The omega ran a hand over his face. “I doubt you’d be happy if our roles were reversed. Hell, you’re probably already annoyed that you have to haul me around like this.”

“It was bothersome before,” Levi agreed. “But not anymore. I was pissed to see what you’d done to my men, but also impressed. An omega as powerful as you are is an asset.”

“Just to be clear, I will never join the White Frost.”

“Never is a long time, and mutual pheromone addiction is to be considered.”

“You said this weird attachment could be broken?” the omega sounded hopeful.

“I’m already working toward it. I’ll subject myself to dominant omega pheromones from someone else. Bathing in them for twenty-four hours should be enough, since there’s no bond between us and we haven’t fucked, as you’ve so eloquently put it.”

The omega grew more nervous. “Where would that leave me?”

“Things wouldn’t change for you. I’ll still help you.”