Page 37 of His Snowbound Omega

There was nothing better than a happy alpha.

Than the rush of knowing Thorn was the one who’d made him that way. And this man wasn’t just an alpha. He was a dominant one. A prime example of his species.

A prime example who was currently gasping and losing his mind because of Thorn.

“Omega,” it was only a single word, but it conveyed everything Baal wanted to say.

Thorn went faster, sucked harder. After the third time taking him down his throat, the alpha finally erupted.

Baal curled over him as he came, hands digging into Thorn’s scalp, holding him in place as he emptied.

He swallowed every drop, muscles working the end of Baal’s cock where it was still buried deep, dragging the orgasm out because of it. Before long, his vision started to wink, and he grew lightheaded, but he stayed clamped on, wanting to hear something similar to what he’d gotten from the alpha the night of the Hunt.

Wanting more of that praise.

Baal pulled out suddenly, cock still gushing. Streams of come splattered across Thorn’s face and down his chest, but the alpha hardly seemed to notice. He hooked one finger into the loop of the collar and hauled Thorn onto his feet, mouth practically attacking his in a vicious kiss.

Thorn found himself pressed against the breakfast bar, trapped between the edge of the table and the alpha’s strong hips, fingers digging into his sides.

The alpha’s hand had just dropped to the top of Thorn’s pants when a shrill sound forced them apart. Baal blinked at him sightlessly for a second, his brain taking a moment to catch up with what was going on, then he seemed to realize his multi-slate was ringing.

Pulling back, he glared at the device, but slammed a finger down on the screen, accepting the call. “What?”

“You sound out of breath,” a rich voice came through the speakers. “Working out?”

“Fucking my omega.”

Thorn flinched automatically from the crass statement, but found he wasn’t actually embarrassed by it like he should have been.

“Tell him to keep the bed warm. You’re needed.” The voice didn’t offer up anything more than that, ending the call with a click.

Baal let out a string of curses. When he started adjusting his clothing, Thorn’s heart sank.

“I have to go,” the alpha told him. “That was Levi. He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.”

Right.

The Dominus of the White Frost.

Who’d called because Baal was his underboss.

Thorn was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be fucked by amafia member.

What the hell was wrong with him? He should be overjoyed at the interruption.

“Okay.” He looked around for a napkin or a towel to clean off his face. “I can take a taxi home.”

“What?” Baal shook his head. “No. Stay. The room is paid for already. Enjoy it. Order room service if you’re hungry. I’ll try to make it back as soon as I can.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to call it a night?”

The alpha finished what he was doing and turned to look at Thorn, seemingly seeing him for the first time in a while. He stepped in close and looped his finger through the ring on the collar a second time, forcing Thorn’s chin up.

“You were so perfect for me just now, omega. Best head I’ve ever gotten, truly. Keep being good, yeah? Stay here and wait for me. Got it?”

He was nodding before he even realized. “Yes, alpha.”

“Good.” Baal kissed him again, growling when he had to end it. “I’m the only one with the key. No one will disturb you.”