Page 49 of His Snowbound Omega
“What? Not a fan of that? Did you forget who I am all of a sudden? Do you think using a kid as a means to an end is some line in the sand I won’t dare cross? Should I tell you the truth? Even if it risks frightening you?” Baal wasn’t experiencing the same mental fog Thorn’s heat was no doubt causing him to, but he wasn’t completely immune to the pheromones and the smell of slick and ripe omega. The words poured out of him even though they shouldn’t.
Even after he’d gone to such great lengths to hide his darker nature from the man clawing at the sheets, impaled on his cock.
Baal stared at that place where they joined and lost all rationale.
“There are no lines,” he stated. “No lengths I’m unwilling to go to. Just like the night of the Hunt. You can run and fight and reason all you like, the ending will always be the same. It’ll always be this. My cock plowing your hole, stretching you open, forcing your body to accommodate mine. What’s wrong?” His hand slipped into Thorn’s hair and gripped him, turning his face away from the pillow to expose the fresh set of tear tracks down his ruddy cheeks. “Did you prefer when I was kind and sweet?”
“Alpha,” he hiccupped, vision cloudy, “I have no idea what you’re saying. Please. Please just—”
How cute.
“Want my knot, sweetheart?”
Thorn nodded frantically, moaning when Baal shoved his head back down.
“Come for me.” Baal unleashed a wave of targeted lust pheromones. “Come for your alpha.”
Thorn howled as his orgasm hit him, his inner walls cinching around Baal’s cock so tightly it actually slowed his movements.
Baal pushed as deep as he could go and lost himself to the drunk sensation of a needy omega. The second he breached that hidden place inside of Thorn, he lost it, shooting a load directly into his omega’s womb.
His knot formed quickly, the bulge at the base of his cock growing. He fucked in deeper, impossibly so, and shushed Thorn when the omega’s instincts kicked in and he started to struggle.
“This is what you need,” he reminded, sealing himself over Thorn’s back to keep him still so he didn’t hurt himself by trying to get away. He peppered his shoulder with kisses and nipped at the underside of his jaw cajolingly. “Behave. There you go. Such a good boy for me.”
His knot expanded and pushed against Thorn’s already stretched ring of muscle. The second he popped inside that last line of defense, he felt the omega shudder in his hold, another orgasm rocking through him as the knot locked them together for the foreseeable future. It could take anywhere from three minutes to fifteen for it to deflate again, and he carefully rocked against the omega, wanting to drag out those pangs of pleasure for as long as possible.
“See? You can take it. Your body knows who it was made for. You’re going to keep every single drop that I just gave you.We’ll stay just like this, and then, when my knot goes down, I’m going to breed you all over again. We’re going to repeat the process until it takes, isn’t that right?”
“Stop,” Thorn was out of breath still, and it was hard to tell how present he actually was, “asking me questions.”
“Not until you give me some answers I want to hear.” Baal planted a palm on either side of Thorn’s head and lifted himself slightly so he could stare down at him, letting out another wave of pheromones to drive his frosty omega closer to madness. “It was supposed to be the cabin, but now this is your breeding room. You know what that means? You have to stay here as long as I want. How long can you give me your heat?”
He winced at the hidden meaning in those words, clearly present enough to still be on the lookout for Baal’s verbal landmines. “I have to see Aster tomorrow.”
Baal grunted. “That’s not even a good excuse. Do better. Your brother is in rehab now. No visitors. You don’t have any jobs that need you either so…”
Thorn peeled his eyes open and glared over his shoulder at him. “You did it on purpose.”
“Everything I do is with intention, sweetheart.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m insatiable,” he corrected. “I want all of you, Thorn Winters. I’ll win you over with presents and kindness if I’m able, but I’m not above manipulation and underhanded tactics if it gets me what I desire.” His knot started to shrink. “I tortured myself all week by staying away, knowing it would be easier to get you into my bed for New Year’s if I did.”
“Bastard.”
He laughed. “You have to be more convincing than that. It’s kind of hard to believe you, when you’ve already rewarded my methods by going into an early heat. What a sweet gift, omega. Truly. Your alpha is pleased.”
Baal pressed his lips to the rise of Thorn’s cheek as his knot diminished, unlocking them. “Thank you.”
He gave the omega moment for that to sink in.
Then he flipped Thorn onto his back, folded his knees up to his shoulders, and speared through him all over again.
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“No…more.” Thorn tried to pull himself away from the rutting alpha and back onto the bed, but Baal held onto him too tightly.