Page 8 of His Snowbound Omega

“Forced your heat cycle,” Baal replied shamelessly.

“Why?!”

“Because,” he said honestly, “red might be a festive color, but I’d like to avoid seeing you bleed as much as possible.”

Before Thorn could respond, Baal peeled the patch off and let his pheromones explode in a rush that had the omega instantly swaying and toppling over, his face pressed to the couch as he floundered like a fish out of water.

Baal poured them out, letting them blanket over the omega, drenching him in dominant alpha pheromones. It wasenough to send any omega into a lust-induced haze, but that prospect hadn’t been enough to satisfy him.

Thorn didn’t resist when Baal approached and rolled him onto his front. His hips were lifted so he was kneeling on the center cushion, ass in the air, on full display.

“Even your balls are pretty,” Baal cooed. “How have you managed to stay unclaimed all this time? Staying away from you this long is already enough to make me crazy. Do you know how many times I almost said fuck it and jumped you?”

“Please.” Thorn blinked, clearly fighting against the dual effects of his forced heat. “I don’t want this.”

“This?” Baal pressed a thumb against his warm entrance, his digit easily pushing past that ring of muscle. “You’re so wet and ready. Who are you kidding?”

Thorn tried to wriggle away, but Baal grabbed onto his waist and held him still. He removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger instead.

A gush of slick poured from his hole, drenching Baal’s hand. He rubbed it around Thorn’s entrance, then down his taint and over his balls. When he squeezed him there, the omega jerked and cried out, his dick twitching and dripping. A small puddle of precome had already stained the couch, and seeing it was such a turn on, Baal immediately added a second finger.

He stretched and opened him up, the smell of Thorn’s arousal growing thick in the air as he fucked him with his fingers.

It was obvious when he located his prostate, because the omega twitched again and emitted a high-pitched wail.

“Tied up, impaled on my hand…Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”

Thorn whimpered and Baal shushed him, pulling out and lining his cock up.

“The drug I gave you only induces a false heat for around twenty minutes or so,” he revealed. “Just enough to ease you into things.” If he were kinder, he would have strengthened the dose, allowed his omega to remain in that oblivious state of mindless lust all night.

But Baal was selfish. He wanted Thorn present. Wanted him aware of what was going on, what was happening to him.

Whose alpha cock he was being split on.

“Next round will have more foreplay,” he promised, shifting his hips closer. Baal wanted to bite and lick him all over. Wanted to know what his nipples felt like between his teeth, what his cute dick tasted like. But first… “Cry for me, omega.”

Baal slammed forward, thrusting into Thorn with one hard push straight down to the hilt. They both gasped, that tight heat cinching down on his cock even as he forced his way out and slammed back in again.

Thorn succumbed to his instincts, rocking back against him, widening his thighs so Baal could go deeper. He clawed at the cushion, and if Baal wasn’t mistaken, was rubbing his chest against the tangle of lights, stealing friction wherever he could like a horny little devil.

He spanked his firm ass, watching the round globe jiggle, and laughed when Thorn cried. “You’re so pale. All over. I want to cover you with my prints. In my marks. See what you look like all roughed up and thoroughly claimed.”

Sure enough, the pink handprint that appeared had Baal’s cock gushing, and he picked up the pace, drilling into the omega sobbing beneath him.

He needed Thorn to come while he was in this state. Needed to begin the process of conditioning his omega into craving his dominance. Ruts and heats were similar in the sense they completely took a person over and clouded their judgment, brought them to their very base instincts.

Right now, Thorn didn’t care about money or debts. All he cared about was getting pumped full of alpha cock and come. Of being plugged by an alpha knot. So long as Baal fulfilled his body’s longings, the seed would be planted. By then, no matter how much Thorn struggled or fought against him, his body would respond to Baal.

Before this night was through, Baal would teach him to recognize his alpha.

Chapter 4:

The forced heat ended with Thorn on his back, lying before the fireplace.

Baal was still between his thighs, drilling into him with purpose. He had Thorn pinned over a blanket, the material thin yet warm. One hand was at his throat, the other holding his wrists captured over Thorn’s head. He didn’t even know when the alpha had removed the lights. Couldn’t recall.

The look in Baal’s eyes was frightening.