Page 60 of His Snowbound Omega

Thorn held his breath, trying to figure out how much longer he had before the knot went down and he could safely extricate himself from the alpha, the one who was growing more and more vexed with each passing second.

“Omega,” Baal’s teeth flashed.

“I can explain.” He could lie, he meant. There was no way he was telling him he’d been packing up his things and planning on kicking him out. “Spring cleaning? I wanted to reorganize everything.”

That was believable, right?

Apparently not, because the alpha roared and then slammed Thorn up against the wall, knocking the wind out ofhim. He caught his wrists and forced Thorn’s arms up over his head, pinning them there, and then rolled his hips, pushing the knot in even deeper as though to remind him of its existence.

Like Thorn could possibly forget while it was literally splitting him open.

“Mine,” Baal glared at him, fire snapping in his icy blue gaze. The possessiveness was unmistakable, his pheromones rushing around them, engulfing Thorn as if to smother him.

“Alpha.” He didn’t know what he was trying to say, what he wanted to beg for. The fear was there, of course, because a pissed-off alpha was a scary one, made even more so when that alpha also happened to be White Frost, but…There was also something else. A spark of something forbidden and irregular, given his current predicament.

There was relief.

Relief that maybe this wasn’t about pride, and perhaps there was a slight chance Aster had been right, and the alpha actually wanted to keep him.

“Mine,” he repeated, more gruffly, as though daring Thorn to disagree. His knot subsided and he pulled out, dropping Thorn onto his feet. But he didn’t let him stand there for long, capturing him by the nape and shoving him forward.

Thorn landed before the fireplace on his hands and knees, the hardwood stinging as he made contact. He tried to lift himself, readying to flee, but the alpha was too fast.

Baal pressed his head down with one hand, the other lifting his waist and angling his ass for penetration. His cock drove into him forcefully, the suddenness causing Thorn to gasp and flail. “Should have listened to Levi.”

“What does that mean?” Thorn cried out as that thick cock bumped against his prostate, his dick squirting a load of creamy white over the floor as another orgasm rocked through him. He was momentarily blinded by the burst of electricityskittering down his nerve endings, and when he finally blinked the world back into focus, he was completely flattened over the ground, the alpha still fucking like a demon between his quaking thighs.

“Can’t leave.” Baal was using his entire body to cover as much of Thorn as possible, his weight not crushing, but very much felt.

“I wasn’t.” He’d been planning on making the alpha leave instead.

Of course Baal had picked up on that. His fingers dragged through Thorn’s hair and then tightened to the point of pain, forcing his head at an angle that exposed the side of his neck and his nape.

“I’ll ask forgiveness after,” the alpha promised cryptically, breathing against his ear.

“For what?” He tried to shift beneath him, but it was no use, and all that earned him was another pull that had his scalp stinging. “Alpha, please.”

“Wanted you for forever,” he started to ramble, the tempo of his thrusts increasing frantically the more he spoke, and it was impossible to tell if he was talking to Thorn or himself. “Waited. Was good. Tried to make it easier for you. Better. I didn’t want to be another version of your father, forcing you into things before you were ready.”

“I don’t—” He sobbed when Baal’s balls slapped hard against his ass, and he felt the tip of his cock enter his deepest places.

Baal was going to come again. Going to breed him and plug him up so the chances of it taking were better.

Good Light. What if it worked this time?

Since he wasn’t in heat, the odds should be lessened, however, a dominant alpha in rut was different from a regular one. Itcouldhappen.

Tears poured from his eyes, and he clawed at the wood, nails digging into the grooves of the floorboards. “No, alpha, don’t. I don’t want it.”

Baal misunderstood, which was fair considering Thorn hadn’t been very clear. “Don’t want me?”

“That’s not—” He didn’t give Thorn the opportunity to try again.

“You were mine from the start,” Baal declared. “Mine for years.”

Wait…what?

Years?