Part Three

"Ican feel another wave coming." He rubbed his belly and curled his legs together. "My body feels different than during my previous heat."

"You were in a terrible condition when they brought you here and—"

"No, actually I feel better." He propped himself on his elbows. "Did I come?" He glanced at the wet spot on his stomach then back at me.

"Of course."

He barked out a laugh. "‘Of course,' he says." He wiped the tear from his eye, and I wanted to lick it. Maybe it wasn't a happy tear, but not a sad one for a change. "It's not a given, you know?" Oleander shook his head. "Anyway, who do I have to fuck in here to take a decent shower?" He rolled off the bed and stumbled on wobbly legs.

"Easy." I caught him by the elbow to steady him. "Let's go to the tub." I put my hand around his waist. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," he said right before his knees buckled.

In a knee-jerk move, I scooped him into my arms. He was heavier than he looked, and I welcomed the weight. "Hold on."

I carried him as his head lolled to my shoulder, and his hands wrapped around my neck, holding weakly. The empty tub was cold, but he didn't complain when I lowered him into it, plugged it, and checked the water. Despite the cloth bath I'd given him, his legs were still dirty in places, reminding me of the condition he'd been in when I met him and how long he must have been suffering. Which brought another question.

"Are you hungry?"

He nodded. Of course, he was.

"I don't know what they provide in the rooms, but is there anything in particular you want?"

"There's a choice?" He wiggled his toes in the rising water. "Fruit and… uhhh… maybe cheese. Nothing heavy while I'm still in heat, or it'll upset my stomach."

"I'll see what I can do."

A quick raid of the fridge got me a sealed platter of cheeses, grapes, and strawberries. I shoved some jerky into my mouth and gulped it down with soda before I took the rest of the food to the bathroom.

The tub was halfway full, and I stopped in my tracks to take in the relaxed expression on Oleander's face. His head rested on the edge, his hands playing at the surface of the water. While I'd been gone, he'd washed his hair and his body, and now he looked like a prince, not the crazed omega I'd met mere hours ago.

"So, this is the dreaded auction Snake was talking about?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"Yes." So, he was one of Snake's kidnapped omegas. I'm gonna get that fucking bastard.

"You must have paid a pretty penny to fuck me, but now you're being nice to me. Is it guilt?" Water sloshed when he turned to look at me.

"No, it's not—"

"Ooh, grapes and cheese!" He reached for the platter, and I arranged it on a small table I dragged next to the tub. A grape flew into his mouth first, and he moaned as he chewed it. Two more and a piece of cheese. He paused with a strawberry in between his fingers, touched his belly with his other hand, and grimaced. After a momentary pause, he ate the strawberry and leaned back in the tub.

"You're not getting in?" He spread his legs then pulled them together.

"You wouldn't mind?" I was still crouched on the tiles, buck-ass naked. Relaxing my tired muscles in the water sounded fantastic.

"Did you fuck me once or twice without asking if I would mind?" He reached for a glass of water I'd brought and gulped down half of it.

I sputtered. That was not fair. "Twice, but you were—"

"Yeah, whatever. The tub is huge, and my next wave is coming, so…" He shrugged. "Even if I protest, you'd be compelled to knot me. That's what alphas do."

"I'm not an animal. I can control myself if you ask me to." I dipped my toe in the water, and holy fucking hell, it was hot. He must have cranked it when I was gone. Keeping a straight face, I lowered myself into Satan's cauldron, hoping the skin on my balls wouldn't blister.

"So I can go insane again? No thanks. I'd rather get your dick." He poked cheese cubes on the platter as if he hadn't just told me that he'd only take my cock to avoid going nuts. "Anyway, why are you doing this?" Oleander asked, his inquisitive gaze watching me squirm in the tub. "You don't belong here."

Should I tell him? Would he rat me out to Snake? "I don't know what you mean. I paid for a good fuck, and that's exactly what I'm getting." He was not the only one who could be brash.

"No." He released a sardonic laugh. "You kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. Maybe I was out of it, but I remember. So, why are you really here?" He popped a grape into his mouth. "Come on. Whatever it is, even if I wanted to tell anyone, they wouldn't believe me. Besides, I just want out of Snake's clutches, and you said you can do that."

Fuck. He was onto me. I was so stupid and loose-lipped when horny.

I let the flames of the water lick my back as I leaned against the cool rim. "I've been tracking Snake for a while. No one has been able to prove that he's kidnapping omegas to sell them or display at events like this."

"Ha!" He flicked the water at me with his fingers, a sneer on his beautiful face. "That's because most of us weren't kidnapped."

"What?"

"My sister sold me to him."

"That's not possible." I sat straighter, my body alert. This was news. "I have families looking for their sons and daughters. I've linked those cases to Snake, too."

"Oh yeah? Maybe they were in debt, sold a child, and then regretted it. Or the other siblings did it. One of the parents without telling the other."

"Fuck." I swiped my hand down my face. I hadn't thought of that.

"Nice work, Sherlock. And by that, I mean you're shit at your job, dude."

What did he just call me?"I have a deeper understanding of whoever gagged you."

He thrust his chin up in defiance but swallowed his Adam's apple bobbing. "Just pointing out facts."

"Thank you. They're useful." I touched his hand to get his attention, but he flinched away. "I won't gag you, don't worry. And I'll get you home."

"I don't want to go back. My sister sold me, remember?"

"What about your parents?"

"They're dead. My sister is an alpha, so she inherited their farm and me too."

Ah, that explained his musculature and strength. No one would want a strong omega unless he used the muscles for his work. "Where do you want to go, then?"

"I don't know. I have no place to go, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Poor little omega not strong enough for farming and not nice enough for the sex trade? That's me." He opened his arms before he crossed them over his chest.

I wasn't going to pity him. That would be the last thing he needed right now. "Did you help your sister on the farm?"

"I was her property." His voice was clipped as he spoke through his teeth. "All manual labor was my responsibility, and whenever the sun went down, I was a hole she could sell or trade for goods."

"I'm sorry." Fuck, I wasn't supposed to say it, but it was true.

"That means shit to me. You'd never understand it, so you can shove your sorry up your—" He doubled over with a grimace, screwing his eyes shut. "Ah fuck! It's starting again." When he opened his eyes, unshed tears swam in them.

My heart hurt and beat faster at the same time. Protect.

"Ole... I'll help you." Hopefully, he heard the sincerity in my tone.

"I'm so stupid. I just insulted you, and I know damn fucking well what alphas do after an omega insults them." A lone tear slid down his cheek. "It's very hard to forget."

Ouch. He'd been through some serious shit. "You said it yourself, I'm not like that."

"Maybe you're pretending. I don't know! You're a stranger. Ah!" He yelped, clutching his waist.

"What if you tied me up?"

"Huh?" He searched my gaze, a frown creasing his forehead.

"See these?" I pointed to the steel hoops at the sides of the tub. "They're to tie someone to them. You can cuff my hands if that would make you feel safer."

"You'd be able to wiggle out of them."

"Not out of handcuffs, no." What the fuck am I saying? I've gone completely crazy.

He took my hand, tracing a thumb over my wrist, then dropped it into the water. "I could cut your throat."

"And be back at Snake's mercy for him to sell to whomever he wished." I looked him square in the eyes. "But only after you'd been punished for killing an alpha."

He swallowed, scooting away. "Yeah, good point. But I could kill you, then myself."

I didn't believe that for a second. The will to survive was too strong in him.

"I'm willing to risk it. You have so much fire in you, snuffing it out would be a loss for the world."

"You're insane."

I shrugged. "Maybe." If slowly falling for this feisty omega within hours made me crazy, then that was probably what I was. Batshit.

"Where are the cuffs?" The smirk on his face was positively evil.

"Top dresser drawer."

With a squeak of amused delight, he jumped out of the tub, dripping water everywhere. His ass muscles flexed as he wobbled, and I wanted my cock between them again, even if it was at the risk of my life.

A low whistle sounded from the room. "There are enough sex toys and restraints here to supply a small dungeon."

"Don't get any ideas!"

His giggle was infectious, and I wished I could see his face. Next came a pained groan that told me the wave was near.

"Come back here." I braced on the tub to jump out, but he returned with a pair of handcuffs and nipple clamps.

I raised my eyebrows at the latter, but he was too busy grabbing my wrist.

The click of the cuffs was deafening in the tiled room, and panic flooded my abdomen. What the fuck was I thinking? I pulled on my right hand, but there was no ominous rattle against the steel hoop due to the padding on the cuff. Oleander could have brought the iron ones I saw in the drawer, but he picked these instead.

"You look scared." Ole grinned, rounding the tub, spinning the other set of cuffs on his finger.

"Should I be?"

"Nah. I don't want to do this, but—" He pursed his lips. "Well, I actually do. You said you enjoyed the previous times, so think about that now. We all get what we need from this, yeah?"

"Yes. But will you feel better when I'm restrained?"

"Definitely. I mean, you haven't choked me, cut me, or put out a cig on me, but you did fuck me when I was out of it and couldn't consent."

Oh, God, had that happened to him before? "Yes, I—I did." There was no point arguing. He was right.

"So sit tight and let me ride this wave. Ah, shit, dammit!" He doubled over then fell to all fours, moaning as clear slick leaked down his thighs to the floor.

The scent of it hit my nose—sweet and enticing. If I could reach him right now, I'd bury my face in his cheeks and lap it all up, then I'd fuck him on those tiles until we both collapsed.

"Quick, cuff my other hand." Well, that was a sentence I never thought I'd say to an omega.

Fumbling, his fingers shaky, he secured my left wrist. I was helpless, but my need to claim, knot, and absolutely own his hole took precedence in my mind.

He drained half of the water, revealing my cock straining over the surface, and climbed in to straddle me. His hands looked small against my pecs, but at that moment, he had all the power.

Giving up control like this was new to me, but the glint in his eyes made it worth being restrained. He reached behind himself and brought back a hand smeared with his slick. I inhaled, licking my lips. Fuck, the taste of the thick, clear substance was etched in my memory. Now, it covered my cock again as Ole spread it with quick strokes.

I groaned. "What are you waiting for? You need my cum in your womb, not in the tub."

The tilt of his head as he inspected my dick would have been adorable if not for the hungry gaze.

"How big is your knot? Is it proportionate to this?" He squeezed my shaft, and I pulled on my restraints. He was playing with me, the little shit.

"I have no clue. I've never seen it outside of an omega I fucked."

"I heard it's painful if it grows outside."

"That's why it never has."

He tapped his chin and was about to say something, but instead, he let out a pained grunt, bending over until his forehead rested on my chest.

When the cramp abated, he wasted no time, positioned himself, and sunk down on my cock in one motion. He was ready and pliant, his body welcoming me with its warmth.

"I can feel the entrance to your womb." The head of my erection bumped it, but it was not open yet.

"Yeah, you're grazing it." He lifted himself halfway then plopped back down, releasing a lascivious sound that bounced off the walls.

"My nipples are sensitive, but you can't flick them or suck them in this position." His smirk was positively evil. I fucking loved it. He'd gone from the verge of insanity into a strong man taking control over his heat. "But…" He plucked the clamps from the table next to the tub. "I came prepared."

This had to be a dream. A feisty omega was riding me and rolling his nipples in his fingers, arching, moaning. Yup. It was an illusion.

A gorgeous emerald gaze met mine when Ole opened one steel clamp, its mouth full of tiny needle-like teeth. He closed it over the peaked nub and moaned, his eyelids fluttering but remaining open. The absolute beauty of Oleander's face, painted with lust but devoid of craze, was an image I'd remember forever. When the other clamp pinched his nipple, he rolled his hips, sending the chain connecting the clamps bouncing against his abdomen.

I'd never been restrained in front of an omega, but now, everything about it felt right. I was a toy, a mere cock to service Ole as he chased his pleasure.

It was divine.

The lean muscles of his body flexed as he rode me. Starting at his long neck, he danced his hand down his chest to the chain and pulled on it. He released a wail and squeezed my hard-on with his ass.

Oh, that grin. Should I be scared or intrigued?

He grazed a thumb over my bottom lip, and my stomach did a little jiggle. I've treated omegas like that before, but no one had ever touched me with… was that control? I was just here for the ride. Was this what willingly submitting felt like?

He lifted the chain connecting his nipple clamps and put it in my mouth.

"Pull," he said simply.

Gently, I moved my head back, tasting steel, doing what he'd told me to.

Ole keened, snapping his hips fast, sloshing the water outside the tub and onto the floor. He braced his hands on my chest, cupping my pecs, flicking my nipples, and digging his nails into my skin. The sounds he made alone could make me come. Like this—with him owning me? I was barely holding on.

He met my gaze as he reached for a clamp, and when he pulled it off, he threw his head back and released a scream filled with both pain and pleasure. After doing the same to the other, he came, shooting white ribbons onto my chest and into the water. Only then did he squeeze his dick and jerk it with fast flicks of his wrist, coming once more.

"That's right. You're so fucking gorgeous." I whispered the praise, lost in overwhelming awe.

Still impaled, he bounced on me, his channel pulsing as his womb lowered, touching the head of my cock with a slightly-parted opening. Yes, I would breed him with the next wave, fill him with my cum until he'd be finally sated.

I came so hard that I pulled on the restraints in my need to grab him, to have him close to me. Instead, I snapped my hips up, shooting into him until my knot swelled too big to pull out anymore.

He leaned back and braced his hands on my thighs, drawing my attention to his peaked nipples. Would he let me suck them with the next wave? The lines of his body, covered in sweat and water, were made to be worshiped, and I would happily remain his slave if I could lick him all over.

"Fuck, Ole, you're so hot."

"I like it. Ole…" He smeared his cum over my abs, then washed it with the tepid water we sat in.

I imagined his stomach swelling with my child. I shook my head to clear it of the thought. That would never happen.

He traced his fingers up and over the side of my neck where a thin scab formed. "I bit you hard."

"You can't bond us unless I bite you too."

"Yeah, so—" He dragged his tongue from my collarbone to my ear on the other side. "You don't mind if I bite you again."

He didn't wait for my answer, and that was fair enough. His teeth sunk into my flesh, and I gasped, thrusting my hips up as shivers ran down my spine. His channel gripped me as he nibbled on my skin.

I was bound and bitten by an omega.

But I was sure I was in heaven.

I nuzzled my nose into his hair. If he slit my throat after all this and left me to bleed into the tub, I wouldn't mind. I'd die happy if this was my last night on this wretched planet.

"This was the first time I came on my own terms with another person in the room," he mumbled into the crook of my neck.

A generic ‘I'm sorry' wouldn't cut it. I wanted to hold him, hug him, soothe his back. He didn't need pity, he'd made it pretty clear.

"I'm glad to be of service," I said instead.

He snorted and reached for the keys on the table.

"You're unlocking me?" I didn't hide the surprise from my tone.

"I will have another wave, and I'd rather be fucked on the bed next time."

"That's fair. To think you threatened to kill me an hour ago."

"It wasn't a threat, I just pointed out the possibility. And you still let me cuff you." He unlocked my right hand and dropped the cuffs to the floor with a loud clatter.

"I wouldn't mind it that much."

"What?" He moved on to my left wrist and paused.

"Dying. Here. Today. But I'd regret not catching Snake to bring him to justice."

"What the fuck?" He punched me in the chest so hard I wheezed.

"Ouch."

"You're an alpha. You were born lucky. Why the fuck would you want to die?"

I shrugged. "Nothing to live for, I guess? And I don't want to die. But if you killed me tonight, it would be with good memories, you know?"

"No. I don't. Because I don't have those." He released a puff of air and sat back on my thighs. "I thought of killing myself. Tried several times, but either my sister found me, or I chickened out. Then, I figured that my best revenge on everyone who used me would be to survive and thrive. I have no solid plan, but becoming aggressive got me here, at least. And I have to admit, despite this being my worst heat for lasting so long without being serviced, the end result isn't so bad." He danced his fingers between my pecs. "If you really let me go after this, maybe I'll figure something out."

If not Snake, someone else would capture him. Even bring him back to his sister. Fuck.

"We can look for a secure place for you." Oh, who was I kidding? Only rich omegas or those who married well were safe.

"Listen, this is not some Stockholm Syndrome shit." Ole poked my chest with a finger. "Don't think I'm falling for you, and you'll solve all my problems."

"Be my mate." Oops. Where did that come from?

"Fuck you!" he yelled, sending saliva splattering on my face.

"Why not?"

"You—" A tear rolled down his cheek. "You don't even mean it."

"I do."

He climbed out of the tub, shaking his head. "You're an asshole." He stomped off to the bedroom.

I should let him calm down, but what if he collapsed as the next wave came?

With a sigh, I got out, the cool tiles under my feet not enough to soothe me. I entered the room, and he yelped, his hand on the handle of the exit door. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall.

"Why aren't you stopping me?" His voice was high, his expression angry.

"They locked us in until seven in the morning. Neither of us can leave."

"Fuck." He kicked the steel frame, then swore again. "It's not fair." He stomped to the bed, eyed it, and grimaced. With a swift move, he pulled the duvet to the floor and plopped on the clean sheets underneath.

"How are you not mated?" He waved a hand to indicate my body. "You're a tall, hot alpha, and you're not even caveman stupid."

I let out a low chuckle at that. "Thanks for the backhanded compliment."

Ole narrowed his eyes. "Unless you are, and that proposal was just to keep me pliant for the rest of the night."

"I'm not mated. Never was." I looked away. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

"Is it about the accident you mentioned?"

"Fuck, you heard it all, didn't you?" Stupid blabbing of a man in the throes of passion. At that moment, I would have told him all my secrets just to make him stop thrashing.

"Yup. Are you infertile, then?"

I sat at the edge of the bed, leaving a foot of space between us. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry." He put a hand on my forearm. "Did you ever want offspring?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. But the fact that I can't makes me… broken."

"That's complete bullshit, and whoever told you that is an idiot," Ole huffed.

"That would be the entire society."

"Wanna hear my thoughts about society?" Ole turned to the side to face me. "Look at me and where I'm at. Fuck the stupid rules. You need to be mated and have 2.5 children, have easy and unproblematic heats," he ticked the points on his fingers, "cook, clean, build a new shed, and most of all: smile." He gave me a toothy grimace-grin.

I burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. But that's so true. As an alpha, you have to be strong, emotionless, ruthless, bark—not talk, be super rich, have a mate but also breed with as many omegas as you can to spread your seed, but not be a good parent to any of the offspring because that's beneath you. Or at least that's how the society made me feel."

"Oh look, that was my father too." Ole cackled, but there was no humor in the sound. "I never knew him. He was some guy who passed by the town and fucked my mom when she was in heat."

"So you and your sister have different dads?"

"Yeah, she was seven when I was born. She never liked me but became really mean when she learned what it meant for her to be an alpha and for me to be an omega. Then mom died, and well, here I am." He patted my arm. "Bringing young into this world when you don't want them is not fair to anyone."

"You're right." It was probably for the best that I couldn't have them.

Ole hissed and massaged his abdomen.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Was this a cramp? Or was he hurt?

"Normally, my heat lasts from three to six days. This one is different because it should have ended a week ago." He frowned. "I think. I lost track of time. The painful emptiness, the need eased after knotting, but I'm not done. I feel more is coming. Even if you breed me with the next wave, it won't be over. I'll get out of here, and my heat will continue…" He wrung his hands on his lap.

Did he think I'd just leave him like that?

"We can find a hotel for you, but that won't solve your problems."

"I can't rent an apartment because I have nothing. But alphas would pay me if I was still in heat and let them fuck me. It worked before."

I closed my eyes, erasing that image from my mind. "I live alone. The staff comes in and out to tend to the house and gardens, but…" I took his hand in mine. "You'd have your own room."

"So you can lock me up and sell me by the hour?" Ole snorted. "Been there—"

"I wouldn't do that." Whatever I might promise him, he'd take with a grain of salt or flat out think it was a lie. I couldn't blame him.

"Besides, I'd still need to be fucked right after leaving."

"Would you want me?"

"A knot is a knot. But better the one you know… so yes."

"Then I'd cook you dinner." It was so easy to imagine Ole in my house, me making him food as he recovered from the heat.

"You wouldn't."

"You'd have to find out." I waggled my eyebrows, hoping to lighten his mood.

He laughed a joyous sound that filled my chest with warmth.

"All of this—" he tapped my temple with a finger "—is you being high on my pheromones. Your reaction is quite different from the alphas I've met before, though. Your craving and aggression turns into protectiveness. I like that. And it's so new that you listen to what I need. But I'm not stupid, and I know it will pass."

Maybe he was right, but deep down in my chest, a place for him was carving itself. "I will get you out, though."

"That I believe. After all, you took pity on the omega no one wanted to buy and wasted all that money to fuck a psycho. For what? To rescue me? I don't get you." He shook his head.

"It wasn't pity."

"Save it, Eldin. I really don't care. I'm glad to be alive, and I'm thankful, but you have nothing to prove to me."

Why did he have to be so cruel?