Page 9 of His Snowbound Omega

More frightening than the feeling of being speared through by what had to be the largest alpha cock on the planet. There was no pain—any discomfort he’d felt he’d experienced while in the induced heat, meaning he’d enjoyed that tearing sensation every bit as much as the excruciating swell of pleasure that’d come after.

Vaguely, he wondered if the alpha expected him to be grateful for that, if the brute on top of him considered that an act of kindness.

But then the alpha twisted his hips and hit deeper, and Thorn refocused on his face.

On those eyes.

Possessive. Frenetic.

The way Thorn imagined a wild alpha looked at his omega just before claiming them.

“Please,” Thorn didn’t know what he was asking for, but it slipped out anyway. “Please, alpha.”

Baal shushed him, and the sound was softer than expected, gentle in its own way that belied how hard he kept thrusting.

How long had they been at this?

Thorn couldn’t remember. Had lost all sense of time. When the alpha leaned down and nipped at his shoulder, Thorn whimpered.

“Relax,” Baal said. “I won’t give you the claiming mark.”

Even though that’d been what his irrational mind had been afraid of, Thorn felt that was obvious. The only reason he was here, being used like this, was because of his debt. He was just another omega in the Hunt, prey to be captured and used.

The alpha may have drugged him in an attempt to make it less painful for Thorn, but that didn’t change anything. It didn’t even prove the hulking man had a sliver of a conscience. If he’d been a good person, he wouldn’t have done this at all. Would have let Thorn claim sanctuary and walk away unscathed.

Unfucked.

He whined and tried to force the alpha out, shifting his legs in a poor attempt to knock him loose, but all that did was piss the underboss off.

Baal lifted and flipped Thorn onto his front, settling back over him quickly. His cock buried into his wet heat, the sound of slick and spent come squelching enough to make Thorn blush. Then he set his teeth against the spot where his nape met his shoulder, chuckling darkly when that had Thorn freezing.

“That’s it, frosty omega,” Baal growled. “Behave. Or I will make you.”

The threat of the bite, delivered mere minutes after promising not to do it, had Thorn terrified all over again.

He knew nothing about the mafia, or about the man plundering him. Up until learning about his father’s involvement, Thorn had been an average citizen. A poor one, sure, one who’d had to drop out of college to take care of his family, but average nonetheless.

Overnight, he’d becomethis.

An alpha’s plaything.

An alpha’s whore.

He squeezed his eyes shut and thought of what he’d gain. Clearing his debts was no small thing. This was a blessing in disguise. And…He couldn’t deny his body’s reaction to the alpha. The drug had worn off, and without it, he could have dried up, but he continued to produce slick, continued to clench around that girthy cock and moan for him.

The last alpha he’d slept with had been safe. Kind. Gentle.

He’d met up with Thorn at a motel specifically to help with his heat, and had even brought electrolytes and snacks. The guy had been ten times more attentive than Thorn’s ex ever had, and yet…

There’d been no spark. No passion.

No overwhelming sensations like he was being forced to experience now.

Seemingly satisfied that Thorn wouldn’t resist again, Baal removed his teeth and let out a rumble from his chest. The alphapurr was targeted, calling to Thorn’s nature in a way that had him going boneless beneath him.

“Such a good omega,” he praised, nuzzling Thorn’s cheek. He drove into him over and over again, pounding him into the blanket, causing Thorn’s dick to grind against the soft material. “Will you come for me again, omega? Hmm? Cream for your alpha. Show me how much you like it.”

“No.” He tried shaking his head, but Baal’s fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him still.