Page 48 of His Snowbound Omega

“You’re so hot,” Baal said, knowing Thorn got off on being praised. He reached for his shaft and gave it one easy pump, groaning when that had the omega practically jolting and mewling. Another gush of slick poured from his hole, clear liquid lubricating his passage in preparation for Baal’s cock.

His. No one else's.

“I can see your muscle clenching.” He stared as Thorn’s hole winked furiously as the omega sloppily thrust against Baal’s palm. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“Yes!”

“Should I breed you and make it better?” Perhaps he shouldn’t be reminding the skeptical omega about their contract, but even though Baal had no desire for an actual heir, the thought of pumping a load deep into Thorn’s womb got him harder than any other fantasy he’d ever had.

Considering how wet he was, stretching him out might not be all that necessary, but Baal pressed two fingers against the tight ring and pushed his digits into his warm heat anyway, testing it out. When the omega’s body sucked him down to the knuckle, his cock pulsed and lengthened even more.

Thorn saw it, whining and spreading his thighs all at once.

Baal didn’t give in, continuing to stroke his dick and scissor his fingers, opening him up as best he could. Because of the heat, Thorn wouldn’t really register the pain, and Baal didn’t mind giving him that, but he drew the line at tearing his omega.

The only bleeding for him Thorn would ever do would be when he took Baal’s teeth at that spot on his neck.

Just thinking about giving him the claiming bite had Baal’s balls drawing up.

Thorn lost patience and moved, slipping free of Baal’s fingers before he could stop him. The omega flipped over and repositioned on his knees, burying his face in the pillow as he rolled his hips and presented himself.

“Do you remember the cabin? When you lied to us both and told me you didn’t want it?” Baal shifted closer, taking hold of his cock so he could press his flushed crown against that sopping hole. “I think of the night you blew me all the time. Think of what it’ll feel like once I’m back inside of you, screwing you so hard into the mattress, you struggle to breathe. Practice will have to wait though, I suppose, since you were bad and went into heat early.”

Thorn shook his head against the pillow.

“After this, you won’t be able to pretend anymore, sweetheart. Once you’re full of my come, once I’ve bred you properly, there will be no more denying the truth.” Baal used his knees to force Thorn’s thighs even further apart and then drove his cock all the way to the hilt with one forceful thrust.

Thorn screamed, the pillow muffling the sound as Baal settled over him, getting into a better position with his cock buried deep. Slick flooded around him, and the omega’s insides clenched tightly, urging him further, begging him to fill him up.

“Alpha!” He gasped and turned his face so he could be heard. “Please! I need you!”

Baal started thrusting, picking up the tempo with each flick of his hips, until he was practically drilling into the sobbing man beneath him, bearing down on that plush ass. The slapping sounds of their bodies coming together echoed in the room. He’d give it to him fast, let Thorn receive his knot quickly their first time to help ease the pain.

Then he’d do everything in his power to drag his heat on for as long as he possibly could.

Baal had waited years for this moment.

He was going to be greedy with it.

“Can you feel me, omega?” He bit down on Thorn’s shoulder, too light to break skin, but enough to leave red marks in his wake. “Feel my cock tearing through you? We’re going to do this all night. All day. All weekend, if I have my way. Better get used to this bed, because you aren’t leaving it until I’ve bred this tight hole so thoroughly, moving even a finger will be difficult.”

Baal liked the idea. Liked thinking about Thorn being entirely dependent on him. “Good and trapped.”

The omega cried out as Baal adjusted and hit him at a different angle, pressing against his prostate with every inward and outward thrust. His ass jiggled as Baal pounded it, and when Baal ran his nails down the length of Thorn’s spine, he bowed and lifted his hips to receive the next stroke even deeper.

“Everyone at the party was watching you.” Baal had noticed the looks, heard the whispers. “Talking about the gorgeous omega at my side. Wondering who you were to me. Trying to guess if they could steal you away.”

“No,” Thorn shook his head. “They wanted you.”

“Some of them,” he agreed. “But you had all of the alpha attention solely on you. No other omegas compare. I’m clearly not the only one who thinks so.” He rose up and grabbed onto Thorn’s hips, holding him steady as he fucked into him almost punishingly.

Every time he pulled the omega back to meet his thrusts, he felt the tip of his cock tap against that sealed place inside of him. During heat, it would naturally open, Baal just had to coax it a few more times.

“I’m the only one who gets to do this though, isn’t that right? The only one who gets to have you. Keep making that sound, sweetheart. Keep trying to milk me. You want your insides flooded, isn’t that right? Want to ride my fat cock until you’re overflowing with my seed. Maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad,” he surmised. “I put one in you, and that would be that, wouldn’t it? There’d be nowhere left for you to hide. I could use the baby as leverage. It could be another pretty collar wrapped around your neck.”

He placed his hand over the white leather, loving the look of it against his omega’s pale skin.

“Don’t,” Thorn gasped.