Page 7 of His Snowbound Omega

He tipped his head. “Doesn’t sound like you believe it.”

“About as much as I believe in the yeti.”

Baal chuckled. “Funny. I like that you can make comments like that even though you’re terrified of me.”

Thorn’s mouth pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t remark on that.

The small plastic box popped open and he tugged out a string of Yuletide lights. It was a cheap set with a small battery box attached, and he flicked the button to check and be sure they worked. The tiny bulbs flickered and then came alive, reds, blues, greens, and yellows blinking in a random pattern.

The omega stared at him suspiciously, stiffening when Baal took a step closer.

“Hold out your wrists,” he commanded, only for Thorn to shake his head negatively.

“That won’t be necessary. I won’t try to run.”

“Hands.” This wasn’t up for debate.

Thorn seemed to realize as much, because he finally brought his arms together and held them out before him. He remained still as a statue as the strings of lights were wrapped around his wrists, locking them together, and almost leaned back when Baal moved in again, catching himself at the last second.

“Good boy,” Baal said softly, twisting the rest of the lights so he could loop it over the omega’s head. The lights would look so pretty tied around his throat, but he didn’t want to push him that far just yet.

Once everything was secured, he checked his handywork, humming appreciatively.

The lights bound Thorn’s wrists and forced his arms to remain bent. There wasn’t much give, so he had to keep his fists against his chest.

“Next.” Baal pulled a small vial from his pants pocket. Popping the cork, he spilled the small red pill out onto his palm and then held it out to the omega. “Take this.”

“What is it?” He stared at the drug suspiciously.

“Does it matter?” Baal asked. “You have to take it either way.”

Thorn shifted as if he was about to try and get away, but stilled when Baal let out a low growl.

“If I have to force you to take this, you don’t get your money.”

He opened his mouth but then paused. “I can’t take it dry.”

Snorting, Baal went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water.

“You’re familiar with this place,” Thorn noted. When the pill was offered again, he stuck out his tongue, allowing Baal to place it there. Then he took a gulp from the glass held against his lips.

Baal didn’t bother asking him to open up to prove he’d swallowed it. If he had, they’d both know in a minute or two. “This isn’t my first White Hunt.”

He took the glass and set it aside, then stepped back and began removing his clothing, laughing when the omega immediately looked away. “You’re going to see it all eventually, why bother with the modesty? It’s not like I’m the first naked alpha you’ve ever seen.”

Thorn huffed. “Of course not.”

Baal didn’t like the way that made him feel, a spike of jealousy stabbing him in the center of his chest. The growl heemitted came unprompted, surprising the omega, who slid back on the cushion as if to put more space between them.

He might not have been his first alpha, but he was certainly the omega’s biggest, if how wide his eyes got the second Baal’s cock was freed was any indication.

Tossing his clothing to the side, he gave the omega a moment to take him in, preening under all that attention, even if he could smell the fear coming off the other man in waves. His omega scent had a slight sour tinge to it that Baal wasn’t fond of, but he’d fix that soon enough.

“Are you feeling the effects yet?” he asked, a bit impatiently. Now that they were both unclothed and there was a mate right there for the taking, he was starting to really lose his composure. “We’re running out of time, frosty omega.”

When omegas were turned on, they secreted slick to wet their passages. The wetter Thorn got for him, the less of a chance there was Baal would tear something when he pinned him down and impaled him on his cock. This was already more generosity than he typically bestowed on anyone.

“I don’t—” Thorn’s sentence ended on a gasp. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, and let out a whine. Within seconds, his skin was flushed all over, any lingering signs of cold damage gone in a flash. “What…What is this? What did you do?”