Page 70 of His Stolen Omega

Perfection he demanded.

It’d been forever since he’d felt this way about anything, and he wanted to bask in it. Douse himself in raw sensation and allow himself to get lost in the feelings. He’d been numb to the world for so long, what would it hurt to allow himself a small reprieve?

“I’ve never been interested in claiming anyone before,” Levi noted, tipping his head as he thought about it. “It has to be flawless.”

Oberon groaned. He’d always found Levi too rigid. “Dominus, this is the one time where losing control is more than acceptable, it’s expected.”

“No.” Everything happened on his schedule. This was no different. “Keep this from the others, especially Baal.”

“Keep what? You haven’t told me anything.”

“I’m bringing him to the lodge,” Levi continued. “Inform Wook I’ll contact him once I’m settled and to hold all my calls until then. And have a car waiting. I’ll have him ready to go within the hour.”

Oberon’s playful vibe vanished and he straightened. “Whoa, you were just attacked, Dominus. Baal is interrogating one of them now, but we still don’t know who was behind it.”

“No one important.” It hadn’t been the Eumia. Kian wouldn’t risk killing him if he believed Levi had Elm. Since it wasn’t their greatest rival, it didn’t really matter. “You and Baal deal with it. He’s in charge. Tell him to do what he sees fit.”

“Seriously?” Oberon frowned. “You’re going into seclusion? Now?”

That’s what they’d taken to calling Levi’s…unsociable periods. Every two years or so, he retreated to the lodge for peace and quiet. Taking time away from all the noise and the smells helped him maintain his steely disposition once he was back. Usually though, this was planned months in advance, with a million moving parts adjusted just to ensure nothing went awry in his absence.

Levi glanced into the bedroom. His omega didn’t appear to have moved even an inch, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the blanket, and the tantalizing smell coming off of him the only indicators he was all right.

He almost hadn’t been.

Fiora had assured him the guards would be well out of range so long as they stayed on the main level, and like a fool, Levi had trusted they would follow orders and not get curious. Elm was too potent. In some regards, they couldn’t be blamed.

He couldn’t allow anything like that to happen again. Wouldn’t allow room for error.

If he wanted his treasure safe, he needed to whisk it away. Lock it up. Somewhere no one would accidentally stumble on it or catch a whiff.

Yes. That was the best plan. The only plan.

He’d bring Elm somewhere safe and they’d work on stabilizing him there. Work on getting to know one another better. He had the advantage of reading the omega’s file, but the younger man hardly knew anything personal about him.

Levi could go in there and claim the omega in a fit of blood and teeth and force, but then what?

It was difficult to control the enemy.

What good was a life partner who always worked against him?

“I’ll make him come around on his own,” Levi murmured, missing when Oberon gave him a strange look. “Once he wants the bite, then I’ll give it.”

“What if he never wants it?” Oberon asked.

Then Levi would wait for the omega’s next heat, and fuck him like he always begged him to.

The omega would welcome his teeth in his throat then. Guaranteed. It’d make manufacturing trust harder, but not impossible.

Still, Levi would rather coax him into it.

He couldn’t afford to let another creature turn him into an emotional puppet on strings. This wouldn’t be like with the rabbit, with Levi’s moods dependent on whether or not he felt the small bundle of fur returned his affections.

Elm Erskine would be devoted to him. Fully. No exceptions.

That’s how Levi could get away with possessing him, and not losing himself in the process.

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