Page 69 of His Stolen Omega

“No.”

“Go outside and tell the driver to bring you back to the Wardrobe,” Oberon instructed them, waiting until they’d disappeared around the corner before addressing Levi. “That’s a dominant I smell, isn’t it? Its pheromones are all over you.”

“His,” Levi corrected.

Oberon glanced over his shoulder the way the others had gone and then snickered. “Oh, I see. You were checking.”

“Careful, Purse.”

“What? You knew I’d have questions and yet you asked me to do this anyway. Well, now it’s Q&A time. Been a while since you last got your dick wet. I’m happy for you.”

Levi set his blank expression on him, hoping that was enough of a warning.

It wasn’t.

“You thinking of taking this omega on? That’s why you wanted to be sure no one else was appealing, isn’t it? Come on. It’s not like you to be a bitch about things. Didn’t you once tell me if you ever found someone worthy of you, you wouldn’t hesitate to claim them?”

“Do you memorize everything I say?” He had said it. He’d meant it too. “I’m weighing my odds. It isn’t hesitation, it’s ensuring an informed decision is made.”

“What’s to consider?”

“Coming from someone who bit his omega after knowing him less than a day, your opinion isn’t worth much.”

“You’re the Leviathan.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Just take him if you want him.”

“I don’t know if I do.” He did.

Good Light. Levi really, really did.

He wanted to map the omega’s expressions like a cartographer, until no one knew his ins and outs better. Until Levi could predict exactly what the omega was feeling and what he’d feel next just by glimpsing at his face.

He wanted to trace every line on his body. Every slope and curve and plane and ridge, until he could recognize him even without sight.

And his brain…

Getting into the omega’s head would be trickier. Cracking him open, luring him into exposing his secret wants and darkest desires. The way he ticked. The why. The how.

Then molding all of that so it leaned toward Levi. So every single part came together and drew toward him like a moth to a flame. Control began with captivation. It set in by unraveling doubt and filling those spaces with senses of security, even false ones. Levi’s rabbit had relied on him fully. Had ate out of the palm of his hand when he offered food, drank from the cup he gave. Slept at his side when Levi slept, and woke when he woke.

There’d been an inexplicable beauty in that. A reverence. A bond unlike any other.

At thirteen, the rest of the world may have been outside of his grasp, but there? In his rooms with his rabbit? He had been in full control.

And now?

Levi wasn’t a volatile kid anymore. No one pulled his strings. He was the master of his universe.

Soon, he’d master Elm Erskine.

Yes.

That sounded right.

He hadn’t been stalling due to hesitation. This was perfection he was seeking.