Page 54 of His Stolen Omega

“Hush.” Levi closed his eyes and focused. The second he pictured his father, his cock went limp.

“Holy shit. How’d you do that?”

Not bothering to answer, Levi stood and stepped out of the bath, reaching for one of the white towels he’d left folded on the sink. He shook it out and then wrapped it around the omega’s shoulders, drying his arms. The second he swept a corner over the man’s left nipple, however, the omega retreated.

“I can do it myself,” he insisted, and Levi opted to let him, letting go and picking up the other towel.

Levi dried himself off, watching as the omega rushed to do the job, seemingly eager to cover himself and tie the material around his waist. He chuckled, smiling when that earned him a glare.

Not many people dared to look at him like that either.

“The white sweatpants to the left are yours,” Levi said almost laughing again when the omega scrambled into them. He pulled on his own pair and then captured his wrist, leading them back into the bedroom with little resistance.

Until he shoved the omega onto the bed and picked up the handcuffs he’d prepared earlier.

“Hell no.” The omega tried to move away, but Levi overpowered him, snapping the cuffs around first one wrist, then the other.

“Do you think I’d trust you without any sort of restrictions?” Levi asked, tapping the shiny silver metal. “There’s a tracking device built in. The staff have been ordered to remain outside, but the perimeter is heavily guarded. They’ve been instructed to shoot upon sight, so even if you somehow make it past me and out of this room, you won’t get more than a step out the front door.”

The omega scoffed. “Going to kill your precious test subject, just like that?”

“Tranquilizer guns exist, treasure.” It was a slip of the tongue, and they both bristled, Levi breaking out of it first. “Climb over to the other side and get under the covers.”

“You already put me to sleep.” The omega did as he was told despite his words. “Also, I’d rather go back to the cell than share a bed with you.”

“Tomorrow,” he said. “Tonight I want to monitor you. You used a lot of energy today. Some of my people had welts on their skin from your pheromone lashings.”

The omega rolled onto his side, his back to Levi, and curled in on himself slightly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Undoubtably.” Levi stared at him. “You’re too soft for Kian’s world.”

“That’s what he always told me.”

“You sound annoyed. Do you not agree?”

“I can fight.”

“Can you?” While he was sure the man had some training, he doubted it was much. Probably just the basics to ensure he could keep himself out of regular trouble. Levi didn’t have siblings of his own, but he imagined if he were Kian, he would have insisted on it.

“I’m pretty decent with a bow and arrow too.”

Levi had heard Kian’s Possessio was a national champion at archery. “Do you and Sky shoot together?”

“Sometimes. I got into it first. But he’s better than me.”

“What about art? What medium do you use?” Levi was admittedly fascinated by that aspect, but he tried to keep his interest to himself. Once the omega was asleep, perhaps he’d look over that file Baal had put together weeks ago.

“Guess.”

Considering his knowledge of the Ice God and the callouses Levi had noted on his hands…

“You sculpt?”

“Yeah.” The omega exhaled slowly. “What are we doing, Levi?”

“I believe it’s called chatting.”

“Okay. But why?”