Page 30 of His Snowbound Omega

“If we did things purely my way, I’d be fucking you against the counter right now, not having this conversation. The reason I’m refraining is because your little brother is outside, and I know you’d be mortified if he heard the man he idolizes moan as he took an alpha’s cock.”

He shivered at the imagery.

“I’ll ask you again. When are you free?”

“Nine.” Thorn hated how breathy he sounded. Hated that the alpha had this sort of effect on him at all.

“Because of the delivery job you were supposed to quit from?”

“I…” Damn it. He didn’t know what to say. There weren’t any believable excuses.

“You can have until this weekend,” Baal said, intense expression never wavering, even when Thorn gave him a shocked look. “I’ve enrolled you in classes, but they don’t start for another two weeks. Work until Friday, then rest. Am I being clear this time with my instructions?”

“Yes.”

Baal sighed. “If you need more pocket money, you just have to ask, sweetheart.”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t, or you don’t want it from me?”

He hesitated but ended up saying honestly, “Both.”

“I see.”

Was that…disappointment? No way. Thorn must be misinterpreting it.

Baal checked his multi-slate. “I was going to take you grocery shopping, but I’ll go alone. That’ll give you and Aster time to catch up. When you’re ready to leave, a car will bewaiting for you out front. It will drop you off at work, and pick you up, and bring you to the restaurant.”

“I won’t be late.”

“I know.” The alpha moved up to him and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead. “You’ve already kept me waiting long enough, don’t you agree?”

Baal didn’t wait for a response, and Thorn was left scowling at his back.

What the hell did he mean? The alpha had been the one ignoringhimthe past couple of days, hadn’t he?

Chapter 10:

“Would you prefer to go somewhere else?” Baal asked from across the table later that night.

Thorn had been fidgeting in his seat, but he couldn’t help it. As soon as he’d gotten into the car after his shift, he’d been greeted with a large gift bag and a note that told him to change. The white silk suit had made it clear that whatever restaurant they were going to was going to be nice, but it still hadn’t prepared him for the level of opulence he was currently surrounded by.

Evergreen was the type of place he’d be too afraid to stand outside of for too long, let alone be dining within. Notoriously owned by Leviathan Morningstar, it was also a White Frost establishment, which was more of a reason he would have avoided it before now.

“No, this is fine,” he forced himself to say as a waiter brought over a bottle of wine and presented it to Baal.

The alpha didn’t even spare it a glance, merely lifting a finger, silently instructing him to fill their glasses while his gaze remained fixed on Thorn.

“Thank you,” Thorn said to the waiter, resting his fingers on the flute of his glass as soon as the blue liquid had been poured. He waited until they were alone once more before lifting it and taking a small sniff.

“I chose one without a strong taste,” Baal informed him. “It should be to your liking.”

“How did you know I prefer bland flavors?” Thorn shook his head almost as soon as the question was out. “Never mind. Don’t answer that.”

“Is it because you got used to them?” the alpha wondered.

He debated whether or not to respond, but decided it wouldn’t hurt any. “Probably? Growing up we couldn’t afford much. School lunches were usually plain bread and butter. A slice of cheese if we were lucky.”