Page 7 of Evil Overlord Omega

Silas shuddered, and Dean made a soothing noise.

“I… I need you,” whispered Silas, his eyes wide.

“I’m right here, Angel. I’m right here.”

Silas stared down at him. Dean watched as some of the fury was replaced by confusion and uncertainty.

“Hey,” said Dean softly. “We can fix anything, okay? But first, let’s get you out of heat.”

His mate shuddered again, a full body tremble. Tentatively, Dean freed one of his hands and lowered it to his fly.

“I’m sorry Angel, this sucks, but you will feel so much better afterwards.”

Silas nodded and bowed his head, retreating behind his dark hair.

Dean carefully started to work his own cock free. Then suddenly Silas moved. His dark eyes pinned Dean for a moment, this time filled with a fierceness and a possessiveness that made Dean’s knees go weak. Then the omega was rising up on his own knees to hastily unbuckle his belt and yank his own trousers down.

Dean groaned as his mate took him in one fluid movement. But his mind didn’t even have time to register that sensation as Silas started riding him. Hard. A frenzied, almost frantic pace that was nothing like the omega’s usual sensual languorous style.

Dean’s cock loved it and he bit back his conflicted groan of dismay as his knot started to form. This was a horribly shitty situation, he shouldn’t be enjoying it any more than was strictly necessary. But something about the way Silas was holding him down, taking him, using him, was rocking his world.

As his knot swelled, Dean could feel it pushing against all the right places inside the omega, as nature intended it to, and Silas came hard and gloriously. Writhing and clenching around Dean. As the peak passed its crest, Dean sat up and wrapped his arms around his mate, caressing his back as Silas trembled with the aftershocks. The necromancer laid his head on Dean’s shoulder and breathed deeply.

Dean scented, the horrid, tainted heat scent was fading away. He was immensely relieved to discover that thrown heats were easy to break.

Now they just had to sit here on the cold chamber floor, joined in the most intimate way, until his knot went down. He hadn’t come, so it could take a while.

“Angel?” Dean asked tentatively.

Silas lifted his head to meet Dean’s gaze. There was a strange look in his dark eyes, but it was very much Silas. Dean sighed in happy relief.

“Fuck, that wasn’t very consensual,” said Silas, the strange look turning guilty.

“For you or me?” asked Dean, feeling sick to his stomach.

“You! I just flipping held you down with magic,” snarled Silas, sounding very distraught.

Despite his mate’s obvious distress, Dean sucked in a shuddering breath of relief. He was so glad he hadn’t taken advantage of Silas’s heat and coerced him.

“Angel. Are you kidding? I love you, I’m always happy to have you,” said Dean, trying to placate.

The whole situation had been messy and far from ideal. If anything, Dean felt guilty. Silas had been lost in a thrown heat and clearly not in his right mind. There was no way his mate was at fault.

“It doesn’t work like that Dean, that’s like saying a woman agrees to always have sex with her husband when she marries him.”

Dean tried to think of an argument that Silas might understand. “I’m an alpha, we are always horny. I will never not want you.”

Silas just gave him an exasperated look, as if Dean was a lost cause. The necromancer shook his head, clearly giving up on the topic.

“I shouldn’t lose my shit like this. I’m a liability. The dagger is gone. I’m just a mess. I could have hurt someone.”

“What happened?” asked Dean nervously. He wasn’t sure how painful the retelling was going to be for Silas but he needed to know. His white hot rage from earlier was crowding at the edges of his mind, demanding satisfaction.

“An alpha came before the council with a petition. It was Greenwood’s brother under his new name. I’ve never seen him before but he looked like him, smelled like him. I freaked, which freaked him, he stepped forward and growled and… it triggered a heat.” Silas spoke tonelessly. His eyes down as if he couldn’t look at Dean.

Dean felt his knot go down, but neither of them moved. Instead, he gently pushed Silas’s head back to resting on his shoulder. Then he wrapped his arms around Silas and held him tightly.

“What did Eifion have to do with it?” Dean asked with a calm he did not feel.