Page 59 of His Snowbound Omega

“Whatever you’re upset about, tell me later,” Baal instructed, tossing Thorn onto the bed. He followed after him, sealing their mouths together in a heated kiss before the omega could get a word out edgewise.

Chapter 19:

Just like an alpha couldn’t resist an omega in heat, Thorn found himself responding to the rut, despite his conversation with Aster and all of his plans to end things.

It was a couple of hours before he was able to clear his mind enough from the lust-induced haze to get anything meaningful out. But even though it seemed like he was coming to his senses, that didn’t mean Baal was doing the same.

“How long—” Thorn’s question was interrupted by a particularly brutal thrust that had his head hanging off the edge of the bed as his body slid forward. “Your rut?”

The alpha grabbed onto his hips, holding him steady horizontally across the mattress. They’d switched positions more times than Thorn could count, the alpha manipulating him however he saw fit between and during rounds. He’d alreadyknotted at least half a dozen times as well, but it didn’t appear like his stamina was letting up any.

Ruts made alphas aggressive, territorial, and possessive. The fact Baal was a dominant alpha made the symptoms even worse, with him growling and getting rough whenever it so much as appeared as though Thorn might try to get away or want a break.

In the same way omegas couldn’t be blamed for turning into horny, desperate things during their heats, willing to bed just about anyone with a knot, Baal couldn’t be blamed for his actions in the midst of his rut. Especially not on Synastry.

“Days,” Baal surprised him by managing to bite out, a second before his lips latched onto Thorn’s collarbone and sucked. “Taste so sweet. Smell so good. Omega.”

“You’re early,” Thorn accused, not only referring to his rut, but also his arrival in general. “I was expecting you tomorrow.”

He wasn’t ready. Still had things to prepare.

Only a complete moron would try to break up with an alpha in a situation like this though. He was going to have to wait until the rut was over and Baal had calmed down. Once the whole house wasn’t flooded with pheromones, and he didn’t feel drunk out of his mind off the alpha and the smell of gingerbread, come, and sweat.

And if a part of Thorn was secretly pleased about that fact? That he was going to get to enjoy the alpha like this one last time?

No one had to know.

“Missed you.” Baal reared back, gazing roaming down Thorn’s chest as he continued to ram his cock in and out of him. “So pretty.” His palm pressed against Thorn’s stomach, fingers tracing the contours of his pectorals. “So masculine. Would a baby be enough to trap you fully?”

Thorn felt like he was doused in a bucket of ice water, going completely still. “What?”

Did the alpha know about the pregnancy scare? Thorn had specifically refused the test at the clinic and purchased an at-home kit with cash in the off chance he was being monitored, so he shouldn’t have been able to find out.

“Do you want children?” Baal asked, and Thorn was honest with them both without hesitation.

“No.” After helping to raise Aster, having already lived a life of care and sacrifice, he did not. He didn’t regret it, not for a moment, but before Baal, having another mouth to feed had meant something else entirely.

The alpha growled, dropping back over him, hand wrapping tightly around Thorn’s neck. He only squeezed for a moment, partially cutting off air supply, but not long enough to cause panic. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” he insisted, holding onto Baal’s wrist, mostly to help himself keep his head lifted. The strain was getting too much. “Alpha, I’m falling.”

Baal scooped him up into his lap, fucking in deep and sending them both tumbling into the abyss of pleasure. He emptied into Thorn, groaning as he clenched around him through his own release, then held his hips down so his knot could form and lock them in place.

Thorn made a sound of protest when the alpha started shifting backward, holding him close as he moved toward the side of the bed.

“Got you,” Baal promised, nipping at his cheek before tucking Thorn’s head beneath his chin. He stepped onto the ground and stood, the knot jostling inside Thorn, causing him to whimper, but the alpha merely shushed him and sent out a soothing wave of pheromones as he carried Thorn down the hall and into the living room.

“Where are we going?” And why? The alpha gained some clarity whenever he knotted, but that wouldn’t last. As soon as it went down, Baal would be overtaken by his instincts to dominate and breed all over again.

Instead of answering, the alpha paused by the couch, brow furrowing as he searched around for something that he clearly wasn’t seeing.

Thorn had gotten a fire going in the fireplace, and the warmth from it licked against his bare back, the smell of burning cedar and the crackling of wood momentarily lulling him into a false sense of ease.

That and the fact his body was currently being deliciously stretched, cock and come filling him so fully he could feel everything every time Baal so much as shifted, had him completely forgetting about what he’d been up to before the alpha’s untimely arrival.

Until the rumble coming from the alpha’s chest altered from a purr to a dangerous growl, and Thorn lifted his head and followed the direction of his gaze.

To the boxes stacked in the corner where the Yuletide tree had stood almost two months ago.