Page 23 of His Snowbound Omega

The omega glanced away, then cleared his throat. “I’ll sign.”

Thorn removed the stylus and scrawled his name at the end of the contract, right below where Baal’s signature was already visible.

Baal didn’t waste another second. He had the omega pinned to the wall next to the window in a heartbeat, the holopad dropping to the ground at their feet. His mouth latched onto that full bottom lip Thorn had been nibbling on all evening, desperate for a taste of his own.

He devoured him, all that pent-up frustration from having to wait and do this stupid dance pouring off him in waves. His pheromones filled the air next, a mixture of coaxing and lust that had the omega mewling for him.

“Wait!” Thorn tore his mouth away, hands tightening in the material of Baal’s shirt when he growled in response. “You’re moving too fast!”

“Not fast enough.” He took him by the jaw and forced his head back, spearing his tongue through Thorn’s lips when the omega gasped. He tasted like pure seduction and honey. Smelled like roses and frost. Baal’s hips ground forward, securing Thorn to the wall even more as arousal raged through him.

“Please!” Thorn managed to escape again, turning his face away and then burying it against Baal’s chest. “You can’t seriously want to startright now! I just signed it!”

“Exactly,” he said. “You signed it. We can begin.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I need a minute!”

“All right.” Baal felt Thorn’s body start to relax some, until he added, “Sixty seconds. Starting now.”

Thorn shoved Baal and then darted beneath his arm while he was caught off guard. He zipped across the living room but ran straight past the front door before disappearing down the opposite hall.

The one leading to the bedrooms.

Baal smirked and decided to reward him with that precious moment alone he seemed to so desperately want, taking his time to type out a message to Espen, dismissing them all for the night.

He waited until he heard the sound of their engines revving down the street where they’d parked before heading after his omega.

Chapter 8:

Thorn didn’t know why he was running. The house was small, and it wasn’t like he could make it very far.

Sure enough, the alpha caught up with him in no time, just as he made it into the bathroom at the end of the hall. Baal’s hand whipped out, catching the door before it could slam in his face, and then laughed when he realized where they were.

“Avoiding the bedroom on purpose, frosty omega?” He stepped into the room, clicking his tongue when Thorn retreated until his back came against the sink counter.

There was a very obvious bulge in his dress pants.

“Alpha.” He didn’t have a right to deny him, but Thorn…It was almost as though all his bravado had vanished in a puff of smoke the second he’d felt Baal’s tongue stroke against his own. Becoming a kept omega in theory was one thing, but now that it had turned into reality… “Please. It’s too soon.”

Baal stalked forward, but when Thorn flinched away, he was surprised by the wave of soothing pheromones that licked against his skin in place of the lust ones.

“I was only teasing, sweetheart,” the alpha murmured. “Don’t be frightened.”

Thorn blinked and lifted his head, uncertainty coursing through him. Was this another trick?

“You’re exhausted,” Baal noted. “I kept you awake all last night, it’s really no wonder. Take a hot shower and relax. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

When the alpha stepped back, Thorn’s hand shot out as if on its own accord, grabbing onto his wrist. “Wait.”

“We aren’t practicing tonight,” he reassured, somehow reading his thoughts better than Thorn was even able to. “I’m just going to hold you while you sleep. The sooner we get you comfortable with my pheromones, the better.”

An omega could become addicted to an alpha’s pheromones. Thorn didn’t say it, and neither did Baal, but…No. It was one thing to acknowledge he was a suitable candidate for breeding, but it would be arrogant for him to think someone like Baal could ever want him for more.

There was sexual chemistry, sure. But that was all it was.

Thorn was relying on the fact that the alpha would one day grow bored with him. A man with as much power and prestige as Baal Fae? One who could have his pick of mates?

He’d never want Thorn long-term.