Page 17 of Devil May Hunt (The Devils of Vitality #8)

“Correction, you weren’t born an omega, but you are one now.” Gunho’s expression turned possessive. “ My omega.”

“No.” He shook his head vehemently, but the alpha shushed him.

“We can discuss the details later.” Gunho unbuttoned his shirt with more haste than his movements had contained a moment ago.

“I have to tend to you before you slip further into the throes of the drug. I was told the first time would happen quickly, after this, you’ll only feel this way if you go a full week without being bedded by your alpha. ”

“Stop.” Brennon got up and retreated when Gunho started to step around the desk. “We’ll discuss this right now! Stay the hell away from me!”

The alpha tilted his head, and the smell of spice increased tenfold, seemingly settling over Brennon like a weighted blanket.

He moaned and dropped to his knees, hands clenching into fists as he fought through the pangs of discomfort edged in pain.

That itchiness and cramping in his gut had altered, and he felt waves of heat roll over him, almost as though he was being jabbed in the ass by a hot poker.

His dick didn’t feel any better, so full and throbbing, he felt like he was being squeezed in a vice grip.

“What’s happening? I don’t like this,” it was a pathetic admission, but he couldn’t hold back.

“Don’t be scared.” Gunho stepped up to him, stopping just before him.

He stared down, but when Brennon refused to look up, hooked two fingers beneath his chin and lifted his head.

“Would it be easier on you if I explained now? Even knowing the sooner I’m inside you, the sooner the pain will go away? ”

Brennon nodded.

“Very well. The drug was created to mimic a mating bond. It’s still in the testing stages, but all that means is it hasn’t been made readily available to the public.

It was created by an elite team on Synastry as an answer to dwindling birth rates.

It’s intended to be used on species other than my own, with the purpose of allowing us to procreate—”

Brennon slapped Gunho’s hand away and fell backward, twisting to crawl away. That was all the energy he could manage, the burning having grown worse, to the point it was hard to focus on anything other than his screaming nerve endings.

“Relax,” Gunho purred when he blanketed himself over Brennon’s back, instantly pinning him to the floor. “Let me help you, pretty lover.” He ground down against Brennon’s ass, his cock pressing between his cheeks, and hummed when that was enough to make Brennon whimper.

“I don’t want…” Brennon shook his head, unable to finish that sentence.

“Was it the word procreate? Is that what frightened you?” He nuzzled his nape.

“The drug was intended for those who can already carry children. You don’t have a womb, Brennon.

It can trick your body into heats, but it can’t grow organs.

You’ll never be a real omega, but that’s all right.

I don’t need you to be real. I just need you to be mine.

As an alpha, I need omega cues to help regulate my pheromones.

This was a necessary step. It might be easier to think of it as a poison. ”

“So, you poisoned me?” Was he humping the floor?

He was humping the floor.

Brennon forced himself to stop, but that only made the ache worse.

“The first drug altered your chemistry. You’ll crave the bedding of an alpha to keep the discomfort away.”

“It’s not uncomfortable, bastard,” he snarled. “It hurts !”

Gunho crooned down at him and rubbed his erection against his ass more forcefully. “I wanted to take care of you first so we could have this conversation with a clear head.”

“You don’t get to,” he had to pause and inhale, “make this seem like it’s my fault. This is all you. You did this to me.”

“I didn’t ask you to interrupt my rut,” he replied, but he clicked his tongue when Brennon tried to buck him off.

“All right, all right. That was unfair of me. You didn’t ask for this, I won’t try and trick you into believing otherwise.

But this is what you’ve ended up with. You’re my mate now.

Even if your mind continues to reject me, your body won’t ever. The second drug ensured that.”

“Second?” Right. He’d mentioned it was both the shot and the drink he’d stupidly consumed without bothering to even wonder if it’d been laced with anything.

“The first makes you crave alpha cock.” Gunho lifted off of him, but before Brennon could attempt to crawl away again, he grabbed the back of his pants and hauled him onto his hands and knees.

“The second makes it so you’ll only crave my alpha cock.

It was a safety net, so to speak. Though there aren’t usually other alphas on this planet, I had to be sure you wouldn’t have the opportunity to try jumping someone else during a fit. ”

Gunho undid Brennon’s pants and tugged them down his thighs, exposing him to the stuffy office air.

He fondled the curve of his right ass cheek and then dipped lower to cup his balls, weighing them appreciatively.

“You’re a fine mate. Pretty, intelligent, well-endowed.

Your status has also made it easier for me to settle on the planet.

Relocation has never gone so smoothly before. ”

“Fuck off,” Brennon somehow managed to growl, though even he could tell he didn’t mean it. Shit, everything the alpha had just said must be true, because he found himself lifting his ass higher, as though silently begging to be touched where he really needed it.

Deep inside.

As deep as he could go.

As deep as he’d been that night at The Dive.

“This bond between us is similar to a mating bond between an alpha and omega. I need to bed you at least once a week, otherwise you’ll suffer immense discomfort, and eventually pain.

If I don’t mount you soon, you’ll beg me to fuck you.

Something tells me you’ll find that humiliating, given our current circumstances.

Can you take that humiliation, Royal Brenon Cree? ”

No, no he really couldn’t.

Defeated, Brennon hung his head.

“Good boy,” Gunho praised, fingers moving up to trace the seam of his ass. “Can you feel this? You’re so wet for me already. This is slick, it’ll help ease your passage so our mating goes more smoothly than it did last week.”

“Will it still hurt?” It hurt now, but it was a different sort of pain and they both knew it.

“Maybe a little. I’m bigger than average.”

“I fucking know that.”

“Stop cursing at me.”

“This again? You don’t deserve respect—” Brennon cried when the alpha hit him with an open palm, the sting on his left ass cheek causing him to shake. “Gunho, damn it!”

“Call me alpha.” He spanked him again, though with less strength this time. His fingers tapped Brennon’s hole teasingly. “Call me alpha, and we can stop this conversation. I’ll give you what you crave, pretty lover, and you can scold me all you like afterward. How does that sound?”

“Can I stab you in the junk too?”

“No,” he chuckled, not the least bit offended. “You’ll need that, remember? You won’t be able to survive without me from now on.”

That was a scary thought, and Brennon didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it at the moment. He could already feel stickiness beneath his knees, and when he glanced down, he saw he’d soaked the carpet with precome and slick.

“Good Light,” he swore. “Please tell me that will come out?”

“It’ll most likely stain,” Gunho said. “Am I to take this to mean you’d like to keep talking?” His hand disappeared.

“Wait!” Brennon’s mind raced for a solution, but there was only one way to make this stop. “Do it. Fuck me. Please.”

“Please…?”

He clenched his jaw and then loosened it. “Alpha.”

Gunho speared three fingers into him at once, making him howl.

It didn’t even take two pumps of his hand before Brennon came.