Page 36 of His Snowbound Omega
Standing, he went to go find him, clutching the collar in one hand as he moved through the large open space to the back. As soon as he turned a corner, he found the alpha in the kitchen. Silently, he entered, stopping on the other side of a breakfast bar as he watched the other man heat milk on the stove.
“I’m making white hot chocolate,” Baal announced, catching him off guard since it hadn’t seemed like the alpha was aware he’d walked in. “It’s a little sweeter than the regular stuff, but also got some nutty notes that help balance the flavor out, if that makes sense.”
“I’ve had it before.” Once or twice, and always the cheap powder brand.
“Not like this,” he said, as though reading Thorn’s mind. He’d already set two glass mugs to the side, and after stirring the concoction in the pot, he filled one. “Careful, it’s hot.”
Thorn reached for the mug that was set in front of him, placing the collar on the table next to it, but a safe distance in case he spilled. He hadn’t spilled a drink since he was a child, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
He blew on the surface of the drink a couple of times and then tested it, clutching it closer after the first sip. “This is so good.”
“Should we make that the word of the day?” Baal cryptically suggested, turning around, holding his own steaming mug. “Good wine. Good food. Good drinks.” The smirk he gave clued Thorn into the fact the conversation was about to take a turn for the devious. “Now all that’s left is for you to be a good omega, riding his alpha’s cock.”
“I have a better idea.” Thorn set the drink down and stood, reaching for the collar. He put it on as he headed around the counter separating them, adjusting the buckle and securing it just as he reached the underboss’s side. “I don’t have a gift for you in return, but I can give you a ring.”
“A ring?” Baal’s brow shot up when Thorn reached for his fly and then dropped to his knees before him.
Thorn smacked his lips pointedly, then focused on slipping the button through and unzipping the alpha’s pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Baal’s boxers next, and tugged them down until his cock sprang free.
A drop of precome flicked onto his cheek, and the alpha groaned from that alone, so Thorn left it there.
“I don’t think anyone has referred to their mouth as a ring before,” Baal said, voice husky and already sounding far away.He placed his cocoa off to the side and then gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, seemingly down for letting Thorn take control of the situation.
“You don’t want it?” It was painfully obvious the alpha did, but Thorn teased him anyway, carefully wrapping his fingers around the root of his heavy cock and giving a light squeeze. When Baal’s hips bucked, he gave in and slowly eased his hand forward, keeping the same amount of pressure all the way.
“I do.”
Thorn couldn’t recall the last time he’d offered to blow a guy either, and he hoped his skills weren’t rusty. Whether it’d been intentional or not, the alpha’s gift had really touched him, and Thorn hated feeling like he was in debt to anyone.
He’d just gotten square with the White Frost.
No way in hell was he allowing himself to fall behind again.
He would blow Baal and consider them even. A collar for a good cock sucking didn’t really seem like a fair exchange, but whatever.
The alpha certainly wasn’t complaining.
Thorn bent forward and gave him a long lick from root to tip without any warning, preening when the alpha’s head dropped back and he moaned loudly. He worked him like that for a bit, purposefully teasing him with broad and narrow strokes of his tongue. Then he focused on his leaking slit, prodding it with his tongue, swirling against the sensitive flushed skin of his crown.
One of his hands cupped Baal’s balls, massaging the sack as he sealed his lips over that fleshy crown and gave a solid suck that had the alpha shooting off the counter, hips driving forward faster than Thorn could react.
He widened his throat at the last second as that cock jammed past his defenses, tears pricking at his eyes. With his free hand, he shoved the alpha back into place, then started bobbing before Baal could say anything. When he was certain he’d stay, Thorn slid his palm down the alpha’s stomach, then slid it over his hip and behind him.
Grabbing a fistful of Baal’s left ass check, he gave it the same massaging squeeze he was still applying to his balls, twirling his tongue around the thick shaft in his mouth before burying it deep in his throat. He hummed, sending the vibrations zipping down the alpha’s cock, and shifted his hold on his sack so he could use one finger to press against his taint.
Pheromones filled the air, heady and intoxicating, causing Thorn to leak from both ends. He pressed his thighs together and rubbed them, trying and failing to gain some relief.
This wasn’t like the night of the Hunt. They may have been leading toward this, would have certainly ended up in bed together again, but this time Thorn was taking the lead. There wasn’t a job on the planet that he couldn’t do. That he wouldn’t put all of himself into completing.
Thorn was nothing if not a hard worker, and he’d prepared himself for this since the moment he’d signed his name to the contract binding them.
There was freedom in not having a choice. In having an assigned task to complete.
In knowing there was a reward in the end.
For his other jobs, that had been a paycheck.
This?