Page 97 of His Stolen Omega

The mark, his mark, torn and bloody at the side of Elm’s neck, wasn’t enough.

Levi pulled out and shifted down the omega’s body, grabbing him by the back of his left thigh. He held him up and then sniffed, trailing his nose against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh until he found the scent gland he’d been looking for. He bit into it, delivering another claim—one typically no longer used in present society. The offer, though already accepted once, was presented again at his behest, and his eyes found Elm’s even as he dug in deeper.

The omega cried out, burying one hand in Levi’s hair.

And came.

His dick pulsed, come exploding up his chest and over his thighs, a couple of drops hitting Levi’s cheek.

The offer was accepted.

Levi released him and swallowed Elm’s dick, sucking until he grew hard once more. When he knew he was ready, he pulled away, slapping a palm against the controls to turn the water off, and then resituated between his omega’s spread thighs.

He drove into him, his thrusts less harried, his control returning now that the monstrous side of himself had been momentarily appeased. Still, he already knew he wouldn’t be satisfied for long. That he could never settle for just this.

“Every spot you have that can be stolen,” he delivered the dark promise close to Elm’s face, their mouths mere centimeters apart, “I’ll take. Abandon thoughts of escape, treasure. I’ll never let you leave me.” Levi caught Elm’s left wrist and brought it to his lips. “I’ll make it so there’s nowhere left to run to even if you try.”

He sunk his teeth into another scent gland, activated the same ancient offer.

And preened when a third bond link was formed.

The omega knew his alpha.

* * *

Levi dragged Elm into the main room, still dripping wet, and stopped him at the closet. “Nest.”

Elm shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know how.”

He’d done it before.

He’d do it again.

Levi gave him a little push. “Nest.”

The rut wasn’t satisfied, he could feel his seams coming apart, that edge of insanity, a primeval calling, threatening to overcome his strict self-control. Levi needed to satisfy his instincts some other way, a way that didn’t result in him blacking out and potentially harming the younger man in the process.

His omega was strong, worthy of every mark that decorated his skin, but Levi had never forgotten the feeling of waking in a cold bed lying next to a corpse.

Alphas didn’t kill their mates.

At least, not on purpose.

He wasn’t willing to trust himself. Not yet. Not this soon. Mated only a day. He wouldn’t lose what was his. Would protect it. Even from himself.

“Nest, omega.” His pheromones turned warning, the seductive ones never abating, keeping them both in a perpetual state of arousal. He couldn’t tear his gaze off of Elm’s lithe form as he moved about the closet, grabbing items off hangers at seemingly random.

Perhaps it really was random.

Elm wasn’t in heat. Those old innate drives that spurred their kind to nesting no longer as strong as they once were. Many were born without, never once experiencing the urge.

But Elm had.

Levi stepped aside to allow him to pass once his arms were full, watching the globes of Elm’s ripe ass bounce as he hurried to the other side of the room and tossed the bundle onto the mattress.

He left them where they fell, coming back to collect more.

Levi fisted himself as he waited, wringing his cock, tugging on his balls. He was well past his usual timeframe, but there was no rationality in him. The rut wasn’t dying down or getting easier, if anything, these moments of clarity were growing fewer and further between.