Page 20 of His Snowbound Omega

“Does it make sense for someone like me to have to come all the way out here to you when I want to fuck?” Baal asked.

Thorn dropped his gaze.

“Exactly. It doesn’t. It’s a breeding contract, omega. No matter how unlikely it is for you to conceive, the point is still to be readily available to be bred. You’ll move into Fae Manor. Keep this house and bring only what you’ll need. You won’t need much.”

Thorn’s eyes flashed. “If you’re insinuating that you’re going to keep me naked—”

“I’m telling you I’ve already supplied you with a new wardrobe,” he corrected. “Your rooms are already stocked with all of the essentials. If something is missing or you want something specific, just ask. I’ll get it for you.”

It wasn’t unheard of for the more upscale contracts to include perks like these for the omegas. Ideally, that would keep Thorn from fighting him too hard on these things.

“You’re going to have to learn to give up control when you’re with me,” Baal said softly, brushing his thumb across Thorn’s bottom lip. “Accept the offer, sweetheart. Sign the contract.”

If he refused again, Baal would bite him, right here and now.

They’d both be miserable for a few years, but eventually Thorn would get past their toxic beginning and—

“Fine.” Thorn stepped back and Baal allowed it so he’d have room to lift the holopad between them. “But breeding andfuckingare two separate things.” He said it like he thought it was crass.

Baal recalled how wet Thorn got whenever he’d said the word fuck during their time together though. He wasn’t fooling anyone with this prim and proper act.

“I can’t get pregnant unless I’m in heat,” Thorn continued. “We can schedule ahead, and I’ll come to the manor then.”

“That’s not going to cut it, omega.”

“It doesn’t make sense for me to live there permanently. If the point is breeding—”

“You need to grow accustomed to my pheromones. Your chances are already low enough as it is, and so are mine,” he stated. The problem wasn’t one-sided. Everyone on the planet was struggling in that department, alphas included. “A comfortable and pleased omega has a higher probability of conceiving. In order to ensure you feel at ease around me, so that I can give it to you how you like, I’ll need to keep you close. We’ll need to…practice.”

Thorn’s eyes narrowed. “All of this sounds like you want to make me your live-in whore, alpha.”

“So what if I do?” He took another step closer, recapturing that small space between them, but allowed the omega to stumble back and regain it. “The breeding contract is for your benefit. No one will judge you for being a kept omega.”

If Thorn really was a mere bedwarmer, they would though. It was one thing to be in a casual relationship, but people like Baal didn’t do those, and it was well known throughout the city. If an unmated omega started hanging around him, rumors would start. Thorn would become a laughingstock.

“Do you want to be known as an omega good enough to take my knot, but not my bite?” Baal said it and then saw the wheels turning in Thorn’s head. His omega was smart, he’d pick up on the hidden implications in Baal’s question.

He’d think Baal was drawing a line. Insinuating he had no intentions of biting and mating Thorn.

That this was about sex. Plain and simple.

Only, there wasn’t anything simple about this exchange, and what Baal truly wanted wasn’t a shitty signature or a contract allowing him legal access to the place between Thorn’s thighs.

He wanted more.

He wanted it all.

And eventually? That would include his teeth buried in the omega’s delicate neck.

But not yet.

This was a long game, and as much as he hated having to wait, Baal could exercise patience. He’d seen firsthand what happened when an omega was forced into a lifelong bond. It rarely went well for either party.

Baal was not his father.

“Do you even want a child, alpha?” Thorn hesitantly asked, as though afraid of the answer.

“I need an heir,” he replied, keeping it vague but honest.