Page 11 of His Snowbound Omega

“Stop.” He planted his heels to the floor and tried to shove himself away, but the alpha caught him by the neck and held him still as he forced the bulge beginning to form at the base of his cock against Thorn’s battered entrance.

The knot hurt as it pushed into him, expanding his muscles close to their breaking point. The moment it entered his body, however, the pain eased, replaced with a thrumming pleasure that had his toes curling and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Thorn twitched as the alpha settled more comfortably over him, eyes closed shut, not wanting to see whatever look the man who’d claimed him was making.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Baal cooed at him. “You’re doing so good. So good.”

Slowly, his eyes eased open, unable to resist the odd sensation the praise brought him. Thorn frowned when he saw the appreciation in the alpha’s icy blue eyes. It was unmistakable.

Almost lazily, the underboss curled a strand of Thorn’s blond hair around his finger, his satisfaction palpable. “We’ll go again. You’ll make more noise for me. Moan loader. No one else will hear you. There’s no need to hold back.”

“I’m not doing this again,” Thorn said, though he wasn’t sure why he bothered. Not only was there no chance of escape…

He no longer really even wanted to.

He tried convincing himself it was because there was a literal blizzard raging outside, but the truth was too obvious to be ignored.

No one had ever fucked him like this before.

Had to be because this alpha was a dominant one.

Yes. That was it.

Not everyone got the chance to experience a dominant alpha in the bedroom. What was the harm in enjoying it while it lasted? In the morning, they’d both go their separate ways, and all of this would be nothing but a memory anyway.

The second Baal’s knot disappeared, he pulled out, but before Thorn could feel even an inkling of disappointment, he found himself lifted and tossed onto the couch.

The alpha followed after him.

He didn’t leave him empty for long.

Chapter 5:

Thorn groaned as he dragged himself into an upright position, blinking against the harsh sunlight spilling in from the window. His entire body ached, and he was still naked, but he frowned when the thick white covers slipped down to pool in his lap.

Why was he in a bed?

His last memory of the night, he’d been on his back in front of the fireplace, the alpha holding him down, hips thrusting between Thorn’s thighs. Baal had been oddly gentle toward the end, lapping at Thorn’s tear-streaked cheeks, a comforting alpha purr rumbling from his chest. He may have spoken as well, in soft words, said too quietly for Thorn to recall now that he was no longer in that hazy, blissed-out state.

The room he’d been placed in was mostly bare aside from the large bed and a single end table. Two doors were left open,one leading into a modest bath, the other to a hallway. For a moment, Thorn remained perfectly still, listening for sounds of movement. Technically, the White Hunt ended with sunrise, but…He clutched the comforter and pulled it back up, covering his chest.

His trepidation was for naught, however. It became clear he was alone, and though he didn’t allow himself to relax, he forced himself from the bed and into the bathroom. Walking was difficult at first, but his body adjusted the more he moved, and when he found a tube of suncream on the sink counter, he paused.

Had the alpha tended to him before leaving?

Thorn glanced down at himself, wincing at the marks peppered across his skin. When he dipped his hand between his thighs though, there was no lingering residue.

The alpha had cleaned him, and he must have applied the healing ointment as well, considering the fact Thorn ached but didn’t burn or outright hurt anywhere. After the type of sex they’d had? Especially when he hadn’t slept with anyone in a while? He should be in relative agony right now.

How…weirdly considerate.

That must mean Thorn had pleased him.

Pleasing an alpha during the Winter Hunt meant having your debts cleared.

A breath caught in his throat, and Thorn used the facilities quickly. His multi-slate and clothes hadn’t been brought into the room with him, and he desperately shot down the hall, needing clarification on the matter.

He wasn’t expecting a note or anything, but if his debts had been paid, surely there would be a text or email from the company confirming as much.

Thorn paused just as he entered the living space, eyes latching onto a wicker basket set in the center of the kitchenisland. A dozen white roses filled the basket, looking pristine against their dark green foliage.