Page 99 of His Stolen Omega

“Bite,” his omega demanded.

Levi had already claimed every other scent gland the guy had, aside from the ones on his face.

And this one.

The purr slipped out of him naturally, praising his omega. One of his hands settled on Elm’s hip, the other on his wrist, and he simultaneously bit down and rocked up into him in a move that had the omega spasming and releasing all over his chest.

The tang of blood coated his tongue and Levi issued one final offer, reaching his own peak when it was accepted yet again.

He filled the omega up.

Then flipped him over and did it again.

* * *

The heat turned Elm into someone else. Something wicked and insatiable.

He refused to be left empty, seated on Levi’s cock, arms around his shoulders whenever they needed to relocate to a different room.

Which, unfortunately, they did now and again.

Levi hated leaving the nest every bit as much as Elm did, but with his rut stretching on, and the heat now taking place, they’d been trapped in a fucking spree that had gone on near a week.

And still showed no signs of slowing.

They needed food—water, at the very least, with all the fluids they kept losing—and since Levi was the only one with any semblance of a sound mind, it came down to him to ensure they didn’t literally screw each other to death.

But he wasn’t doing much better than the omega.

He made it to the kitchen before losing his grip on sanity, resting the omega down on the island before shoving him onto his back. Bred him right there on the table.

Elm came quick, and Levi pulled out, tugged him down and flipped him, bending him over the granite. His hips snapped against the omega’s ass with every thrust, battering against him as the electricity built and built.

He bit the back of Elm’s nape when he finally found release, his knot securing the two of them together, ensuring all of his come remained safe within his omega. Everything felt fuzzy and warm as the edge of his rut came down, as it did in those minutes just after orgasm, and when Levi unclamped his jaws, it took him a second to register the omega was snickering.

He combed his fingers through Elm’s dark hair, then lifted him by the silky strands, other hand going around to grab him by the base of his neck. Angling the omega’s face so their eyes could meet, he frowned when he saw the almost taunting mirth that greeted him.

“Stupid,” the omega delivered the insult and grinned, hissing but not losing the humor when Levi pushed his knot deeper.

It took him another minute to figure out why Elm was laughing at him.

Unlike many omegas, the words small or delicate did not apply to his mate.

Levi tried turning toward the fridge and realized his error. In this position, it would be difficult for him to carry the other man around.

Elm burst out laughing.

“Funny?” Levi shoved him back against the island. “We’ll see.”

He should have gone for water as soon as the knot went down.

He fucked his omega into submission instead.

Twice.

* * *

The couch creaked loudly, but Levi was too in the zone to care.