Page 50 of His Snowbound Omega

His lack of stamina was to be expected—Baal had glanced at the windows a few minutes ago and realized it was already the evening of the next day—but despite his exhaustion, Thorn’s body was still pumping out attracting pheromones, his heat still raging through him.

Baal had pulled him to the floor some time ago. Had taken him in a pile of blankets, then on the bare hardwood floor. He’d screwed him standing, sitting, and lying down, and now they were both kneeling at the foot of the bed, the omega’s top half bent over the mattress, his ass taking the brunt of Baal’s ramming hips.

“You can keep going,” he told Thorn, pulling back just enough to spank him and send him howling. A rush of satisfaction swelled within him as he took in his omega’s marked body. There were indentations of Baal’s teeth, blotches where he’d sucked him hard, and bruises from all the times his omega had begged for him to take him rough.

And Thorn had begged for it.

He’d asked for it hard and brutal. Had screamed the words deeper and faster more times than Baal could count. Had cried and clung to him, squeezing around his cock as though he wanted to break it off and keep it inside of him forever.

“I’m not the only one here with a twisted obsession,” he said directly against the curve of the omega’s ear, relishing the feeling of him shivering. “You want me every bit as much as I want you. Want me to plug this ruined hole and—”

“No.” With a burst of energy, Thorn threw himself backward, catching Baal off guard. They both fell, and the omega recovered first, dragging himself away from the bed, toward the closest exit he could find.

The bathroom door had been left open, and Baal sat there for a moment, giving his precious mate a chance to feel like maybe he could make it.

They both knew that wasn’t reality.

Same as they both knew Thorn didn’t really want him to stop.

An omega in heat was like an alpha in rut. Slave to their sexual urges. Their bodies demanded they breed, whether their minds liked it or not. Even if Thorn did somehow manage to get inside the bathroom and lock Baal out, it would only be a few minutes before he begged the alpha to come in. He’d need his knot like he’d need water in the middle of the desert.

Baal waited until half of Thorn was over the threshold, his chest pressed against the cream-colored tiles, then he pounced.

“If you’d wanted a change of scenery,” he captured Thorn by the arm and yanked him off the ground, “you should have just said so.”

Thorn struggled, fighting him with little strength as he was pulled over to the bathtub and lifted over the edge. He was attempting to climb out when Baal flicked the faucet on, causing him to yelp as a stream of icy cold water sprayed over his lap.

“Sorry.” He wasn’t. Baal switched on the other tap, checking with his hand to be sure he didn’t accidentally burn the omega. Cold water wouldn’t permanently damage him. He’d never hurt him for real.

Once he was satisfied, he stepped in, not bothering to wait for the tub to fill as he captured his omega and repositioned them both so that he was sitting back against the porcelain with Thorn trapped in his lap.

He had one hand wrapped around his throat, over the collar, and held him against his chest with Thorn’s head on his shoulder. His other arm held him around the waist, and he used his knees to push the omega’s thighs wide open, his cock jabbing up a few times before finding its mark.

Thorn screamed as Baal pistoned back into him, his cock gliding easily within those stretched walls. Every time his prostate was rubbed against, he whimpered, and when his womb was breached, he made a delicious, high-pitched sound that had Baal gushing streams of precome.

“Admittedly,” Baal said as he pumped into him, “breeding has its perks, but I’m going to fuck you again once your heat has passed. Practice was just an excuse to get inside of you, and I was trying to put on a false air of gentleness, but I think we can both agree that illusion has been unraveled.”

He watched Thorn’s dick wobble as he took him. Even after a day of use, he was still leaking all over the place, rivulets of precome rolling from his slit to mingle with the water as it rose around them. Baal waited until the omega’s shaft was almost entirely submerged, just the very tip still above water, and then he turned the faucet off.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?” he asked, driving up into Thorn with more force, sending his dick flailing. “You should be sensitive enough even the touch of water against your—”

Thorn came suddenly, shooting a stream up into the air.

Baal laughed, then slid his arm lower until he could cup the omega’s balls. “Again.”

Keeping him in the bedroom had been a small-minded plan.

“How about I find a way to breed you in every room in this place?” he suggested.

The omega squirmed in his hold and groaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Chapter 16:

Thorn didn’t know what day it was when he finally returned to his senses, but the sun was out, so that had to be a good sign.

It took him ages to peel himself out of bed and make his way into the bathroom. Then another twenty minutes or so to gather the strength to brave the stairs to the lower level. He’d been cleaned and dressed already, but as per usual, there was no sign of the alpha, and with every step, the pit in his stomach seemed to grow.