Page 82 of His Stolen Omega

“Aren’t you the CEO of like several major corporations? Not to mention being the Dominus of a mafia has to keep you busy.”

“I’ll be working from home for the foreseeable future. Baal can handle things in my stead,” Levi said. “If something comes up and I absolutely have to leave, I’ll make the drive to the city. I don’t anticipate that happening, but if it does, you’ll still be safe here.”

“Let me guess,” he drawled, “the doors also lock from the inside?”

“Most doors do.”

Elm splashed him, stiffening when the alpha caught his hand and pulled it up to his mouth.

Levi pressed his lips lightly against Elm’s pulse point, maintaining eye contact as he did.

“What are you doing?”

“You ask that a lot,” the alpha pointed out.

“Yeah, because you’ve been acting weird all day.” His free hand came up between them when the alpha shifted closer, slamming against his chest in a poor attempt to maintain some distance.

Levi covered that hand with his other palm and stepped flush between Elm’s thighs.

“I’m serious.” Was it the alcohol or the steam making him lightheaded all of a sudden? His heart fluttered uncomfortably as well. “What are you trying to do, Levi?”

“I’m going to kiss you,” he announced.

“Why?” Memories of the last time they’d kissed in the kitchen at the manor flashed through his mind. “Because I came outside without permission?”

“It’s not a punishment, omega.”

“Then what is it? Why do it?”

“To see how it feels.”

Elm’s hand pressed against his chest harder, but the alpha’s strength was superior and he leaned in close with ease. “Don’t most kisses feel the same?”

“I’m not most alphas.” Levi released his wrist to capture him by the nape instead, tipping Elm’s head back to give him better access to his lips. “And you are definitely not most omegas.”

“Still, I don’t see why you’d want to—” Elm didn’t get to finish his rebuff, the rest of his sentence swallowed up by the alpha’s lips as he dropped them over his.

The kiss was aggressive, charged. The alpha claimed his mouth with rough strokes of his tongue and hard sucks. He bit Elm’s upper lip and tugged lightly, careful not to break skin, then drove his tongue in deep. The harried pace was a far cry from the man’s usual icy demeanor, and before long, Elm’s head was spinning, his lungs burning as he struggled to breathe through the assault.

Had he ever been kissed like this? He’d lost count of how many people he’d shared a bed with, had considered his youth a time to fool around and have fun. But no one had ever come at him with such fervor, as though Levi’s sole purpose in life had narrowed down to learning all the ins and outs of Elm’s mouth. As though he was trying to commit him to memory and using his tongue to do it.

Elm felt his dick begin to lengthen, his ass clench, and he tore his mouth away, turning his face when the alpha tried to recapture his lips.

“Stop.” Elm’s heart was beating a mile a minute, pheromones prickling off his skin. His own. Not the alpha’s. Lust pheromones trickled past his defenses, and he struggled to rein them in, his body fighting with itself to regain equilibrium. Any lingering effects of the alcohol were burned away, leaving him painfully aware of what he was and what he’d been doing. “I’ll go into heat.”

Levi hushed him but thankfully didn’t force the issue. He didn’t pull away, but his lips ghosted over the rise of Elm’s cheek, then onto his exposed shoulder, his touches gentle again, as though he hadn’t just made out with him like the world was burning down around them.

“Come inside,” the alpha commanded, meeting his gaze when Elm shook his head.

“No.” He’d stay right here. Calm down.

Levi seemed to pick up on the source of his anxiety and reached up to pet his head. “I’m not going to fuck you, treasure. The storm has picked up. It’s too cold out here, even in the hot spring.”

As though in response, a fat flake drifted down and landed in Levi’s hair.

Shit.

He was right.