Page 61 of His Snowbound Omega

Hadn’t they met at the White Hunt?

“You’ll be taken care of,” the alpha continued, in that same unbalanced tone. “You’ll want for nothing. But youwillbe mine.” He held Thorn’s head in place. “You’ll be mine alone. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Hate me if you must, but do it by my side.”

Thorn wasn’t given any time to process those words or what they could possibly mean.

The alpha came suddenly, stuffing his knot into Thorn’s abused hole in a show of impatience, and then he attacked.

His teeth found the delicate spot right above where his neck met his shoulder and clamped down.

Thorn screamed and came again, the agony from having his flesh torn quickly abating as alpha pheromones seeped into him, and the high of his orgasm brought him to that perfect place between pleasure and pain.

It took him a while to process what had happened, to realize what the alpha had just done.

Baal’s teeth were still embedded when it was safe for him to move inside Thorn again. He fucked him, slow and deep this time, hitting against Thorn’s womb with each inward stroke, purring when Thorn started panting and moaning beneath him.

Soothing and praising his omega.

Because that’s what Thorn was now, well and truly.

With that single bite, Baal had claimed him as his own.

Not as a kept omega.

But as a mate.

Chapter 20:

The alpha must have unpacked his things, because Thorn was lying on top of a familiar fur blanket when he woke a few days later. The fire was still going, or maybe it’d been restarted, he couldn’t recall. For a long while, he lay there, staring at the dancing flames.

He wasn’t brave enough to explore his emotions, so he locked those down and focused on taking stock of his physical form instead. There were the usual aches and pains that came from a thorough and lengthy fucking, but aside from that, he didn’t seem to be suffering from any serious damage.

At least, that’s what he thought, until he lifted himself into a seated position and felt the skin on the left side of his neck protest.

Hissing, he touched it before he could help himself, bracing for more pain at the contact, but it wasn’t as bad as he’dfeared. There was a piece of smooth material over the area which he recognized as second-skin, a bandage that would help keep the wound clean while it healed.

He’d have a scar though. A symbol of ownership. Proof that he had an alpha.

His fingers traced the indents beneath the bandage, just barely able to make them out, but then movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned his head to find Baal standing by the window.

The alpha had on a white pair of sweatpants, also something he had to have fished out of one of the boxes, and was staring out the window at the front yard. He’d cracked it, but only enough for the waft of smoke trailing from the end of his cigarette to be swept outside.

Thorn had only ever seen him smoke once or twice and frowned.

“Disappointed to find I’m still here?” Baal’s voice was low, edged with displeasure.

“Alpha.” Thorn didn’t know what to say. He knew what he wanted, but…Did he dare hope? His fingers pressed against the claiming mark.

The silence was sickening, but he didn’t dare break it, waiting for the alpha to finish his cigarette.

Baal flicked the bud out the window and then shut it, angling his body somewhat toward where Thorn still sat on the floor. “Sorry.”

For not leaving or…Oh. Thorn dropped his gaze.

“Because you regret it.” He didn’t even have the strength to brush the tear away as it fell.

“No.” Baal approached, crouching at his side. His hand slipped beneath Thorn’s jaw and tipped his face up. “Because I don’t.”

He inhaled sharply.