Page 96 of His Stolen Omega

“Alpha.” He cried out when that cock was dragged all the way out of him to the tip and then slammed back in at full force. “Levi! Levi!”

“You know who I am?”

“Yes!” What kind of ridiculous question was that?! “Alpha, please!”

Elm’s balls drew up, that familiar pressure built to an almost boil. He fought against it, but he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

“Who do you belong to, omega?”

Something about that sounded wrong enough to snap him partially out of it, and Elm frowned, shoving against Levi’s chest in one last attempt to break free. For his efforts, he found himself flattened onto his stomach a second time, only empty long enough for him to suck in a breath before that cock found him again and impaled him in one brutal thrust.

The alpha fucked him hard enough to make Elm’s teeth chatter, one palm on the back of his head, keeping his cheek on the floor, the other pressing onto Elm’s right shoulder, preventing him from being able to avoid even a centimeter of that furiously pistoning cock.

Levi waited until he’d turned Elm into a sobbing mess, then he leaned in close, lips brushing against the curve of his ear, and repeated the question in the same, terrifyingly steady tone. “Who do you belong to, omega?”

“You!” Elm was willing to say anything to make it stop. To find release.

Levi nipped at his jaw. “Come.”

His body exploded, dick spurting beneath him, balls emptying as his ass tightened around the hot rod of steel fucking him raw.

Levi orgasmed soon after, giving one final thrust and settling with his thick crown pressed against that deep, unsettling place within Elm. His come bathed his insides, creating another sense of heat that Elm moaned around.

Elm tensed when he felt the pressure of his knot, hissed when it blew him open, wider than any of the toys or past lovers had even come close to. He was so focused on the sensation, so worried about tearing, that he didn’t notice when the alpha rearranged his head and his shoulder, exposing the tender flesh between the two.

The bite happened quickly.

Levi struck faster than Elm could process, teeth buried in that spot at the base of his neck, the place meant to be left unmarred. He clamped down his jaws, breaking through skin, growling when Elm screamed and jerked.

The knot completed its insertion, locking the two of them together, even as the alpha’s teeth clung and held through Elm’s sobs and struggles.

Another orgasm snuck up on him and Elm came again, crying out, soaring into that blissful state of being one could only achieve from the best fucking of their life. There was something else there, brushing against his mind, coaxing him to reach out for it.

Elm didn’t know any better. Following instinct, he opened himself up to it.

And accepted the bite.

And the alpha that came with it.

Chapter 23:

His omega was weepy.

Levi shushed him as he carried him down the hallway and up the stairs. He’d lost hours in the studio claiming what was his, but even after all of that, his rut still demanded he continue. That he hurry up and get back inside that velvety heat. That place his cock had carved out and made its own.

They were covered in spent fluids and smears of white paint, and as soon as he’d come out of his trance enough to really notice it, Levi had wanted the offensive synthetic smell gone. His treasure was perfect. Should be kept clean.

He set Elm down in the large tub as soon as he entered the master bathroom, then ran the water and climbed in after him. He didn’t wait for it to fill, resting the omega back against the curved edge, lifting his legs high, and shoving his cock back into his abused hole.

Elm cried out, hands weakly clawing at Levi’s arms. He didn’t have the strength to fight him, but his little attempts spurred Levi on, challenging his dominant alpha nature.

Levi pushed Elm’s knees higher, practically folding him in half, and fucked in fast and hard. The bath splashed around them, slick pouring out of the omega almost as heavily as water did from the faucet. He took him almost frantically, allowing himself to be rough in this moment, to show his mate he was capable of giving it to him in different ways, in any way he liked.

It’d been implied that Elm was experienced.

Did he prefer it like this?

The thought of other people touching what belonged to him enraged Levi, and he captured the omega’s lips in a vicious kiss that left behind a smear of blood. He lapped at it afterwards but it wasn’t enough.