Page 6 of His Snowbound Omega
“None of that, I’m being nice right now.”
“What do you want?” Best to get this over with, now that he knew he was well and truly trapped. Surely a man like this didn’t bother making deals with people on the regular. The fact that he was willing to help clear Thorn’s debt at all should be considered a miracle in and of itself.
Yeah, that was it. Maybe if he forced himself to view this whole thing positively, it wouldn’t be so ba—
“Take off your clothes and go sit on the couch.”
Chapter 3:
Baal wanted to touch him so bad that it hurt.
If this were any other Hunt, he would have succumbed to his urges and be halfway through a third or fourth round by now. As it were, this year things were different. Special.
The omega standing across from him was too pretty to be fucked in the dirt, too precious to be left to freeze in the snow. Too smart to be treated like a cheap whore.
It’d taken him a hot minute to figure out what his snow bunny was doing during the chase. He didn’t know how he’d gotten intel on the layout of the forest, but it’d been clear after a while that the omega was moving with a mission. It wasn’t a coincidence that he found this cabin, tucked on the side of the mountain at the north-east edge of the forest.
Once he’d realized Thorn’s destination, it’d been almost too easy to keep the other alphas at bay. Baal had hunted ata safe distance, not wanting to tip his prey off too early. The idea of screwing in this weather didn’t appeal, and the comforts of the cabin, knowing there’d be blankets, and warmth…A tub he could bathe his frosty omega in once he’d fucked him into submission…Well, all of that combined had been enough to make him harder than he’d ever been in his life.
The patch concealing the brunt of his pheromones was hidden on the back of his neck, the high collar of his coat keeping it from sight, but it was sticky and damp, and soon, would be rendered useless. He needed to move things along and get the omega ready for him before he lost all sense and control.
There was no chance of the omega walking away from tonight unscathed, but if Baal could help it, he’d prefer not to leave any permanent damage.
“What’s with the hesitation?” Baal said when the omega made no moves to do as he was instructed. “If you don’t start undressing, I’ll take that as a sign you aren’t interested in my compromise. And if that’s the case, I’ll—” The second his hands dropped to his fly, the omega shot into action.
Trembling, he stripped out of his pathetic excuse of a jacket, then hesitated again, though this time because he didn’t know what to do with it. In the end, he opted to fold it and place it carefully on one of the stools tucked under the kitchen island. His sneakers came off next, along with his socks.
Baal snorted. “Running out of insignificant garments, snow bunny.” Taking pity on him, he added, “Talk to me while you do it.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Start with the basics. Tell me your name.”
“Thorn. Thorn Winters.” He tugged his cranberry colored long-sleeved sweater over his head, exposing a lean form with toned muscle. “I’m twenty-two.”
“You got that body from laborious work, I can tell,” Baal said appreciatively, going quiet when Thorn dropped his pants and eased out of his boxers. He half expected the nervous omega to cover himself, and was pleasantly surprised when the opposite occurred.
Thorn stood there, naked, with his spine straight and his eyes focused, almost as if daring Baal to say something rude or mocking.
He would never.
Not to a work of art like that.
“Good boy,” he praised instead, his cock swelling. The dress pants did nothing to hide his arousal, and he knew the omega was aware of it when his cheeks turned red. “Now, go sit on the couch.”
Thorn opted to step back, giving Baal a wide berth and going around the other side of the couch. He perched on the center cushion and rested his hands on his knees, but it was clear he was ready to run at any given moment.
That wouldn’t do.
He removed a box from his pocket, then, wanting to make the space more comfortable, Baal shook off his coat and tossed it onto the kitchen table before heading for the fireplace. He felt the omega’s gaze on him as he squatted and got to work adjusting the wood and the settings for the automatic fire. Modern technology was great, and meant it’d be roaring to life with the mere touch of a button once he was sure there was enough kindling.
If it went out while he was balls deep inside his frosty omega, there was no way in hell Baal was going to take the time to relight it.
“You’ll really honor the agreement?” Thorn broke the silence first, and Baal smiled even though the omega couldn’t see the gesture.
“I said I would.” Finished, Baal stood and turned to face him. “I keep my word.”
“An honorable mafia member.”