Part Four

Ole grimaced. "Suck my nipples."

Whoa. Nice change of mood. "What?"

"It helps because they tingle. But now, they're too sensitive for the clamps."

"Yeah, okay." Without another thought, I scooped him up to splay him in the middle of the bed, latching onto his nipple.

Ole moaned, burying his fingers in my hair as I sucked and flicked my tongue while massaging the other nub with my thumb.

"Will you do what I ask if I tell you it would help me?" Ole tapped my shoulder, and I looked up.

"Sure." How weird can it be?

"Before you knot me, I need to be stretched. Sort of a massage but with something big."

"Like dildos?" Okay, maybe I wasn't expecting that.

"Yeah, that should work."

I was off the bed and opening the dresser drawer within a moment, rummaging through small plugs until I found several bigger toys.

"The play should loosen up my womb for it to open properly for breeding. If we're lucky, the next wave will be in a few hours, not minutes," Ole said.

I lifted my findings one by one, and Ole picked the biggest ones, leaving out only the one looking like a horse's dong. Right, okay.

An irrational sense of jealousy churned in my gut as I tossed the toys onto the bed. Why wasn't I enough? Why did he need the silicone?

The short, blue toy Ole tapped first was as thick as my forearm and shaped like a bullet with a wide base.

Ole situated himself on all fours, presenting his hole, trickling with slick. His rim was pink and open, contracting, begging to be filled. Fuck, I wanted to lick and play with the supple flesh with my tongue. But I promised to do what he wanted this time.

I positioned the tip of the dildo and teased the opening, moving it around, pressing in, then pulling it out.

"More." Ole's decisive tone was hot as fuck. He knew what he needed and asked for it, compelling me to listen.

The wide middle of the toy was doing its job because when I glided it in, then kept it right at the opening, Ole's tiny, strained whimpers intensified.

Finally, I pushed it all the way in, tapping the base to stimulate the rim from the outside. Ole sighed, his body still but for his cock dripping pre-cum on onto the sheets.

"Very good. Such a beautiful, needy hole. Now push out."

Ole grunted, and I caught the flying bullet in my hands. His ass squelched, and I gave it a longing look.

"Fist," Ole said, tapping the bed. "I need a fist." He plopped onto his back and lifted his legs to his chest, showing me his pulsing hole.

From the array in front of me, I picked up the black dildo shaped like a forearm with a fist.

"That one?" I asked.

"No. I want you. I want your hand in me. Fuck, Eldin, come on."

Holy hell.

Yes.

I eyed my palm, spreading my fingers, then looked back at Ole.

"It's big, I know. That's what I need right now," Ole said, then released a pained groan.

That was enough for me.

I slithered between his legs and kissed his inner thigh. Then kissed once more. Fuck, he was addictive. The scent of his slick streaming out of him sent a rumble bubbling from deep within my chest. His swollen rim was pliant under my finger when I traced the inside of it, then licked around it.

"What are you—" Ole moaned and pulled his legs wider, hooking his arms under his knees. "Yes, ah!"

I nibbled and sucked on the puffy rim as I slipped two fingers in with ease.

Ole wiggled his hips, and I added one more, his hole pulsing, sucking me in.

I nuzzled the delicate skin of his sac, tight and close to his body, and moved on to lap on the underside of his cock.

Ole's whimpers got louder, and I pulled my fingers out only to glide in all five to my knuckles. The needy wail that echoed through the room set my body on fire, and my hard-on dripped pre-cum onto the sheets.

"You want my fist?" My growl betrayed my insane arousal.

"Yes, please!"

I took his cock into my mouth and wiggled my tongue along his slit, then the crown, until I sucked it all the way in. At that, his rim relaxed even more, and I slipped my hand through it to the wrist.

Ole keened, spurting cum onto my tongue. Greedily, I swallowed it, high on the sweet taste. Simply divine. All omegas' bodily fluids became tastier during heat to attract alphas, but Ole's were a gourmet meal in the best restaurant in the world. It was almost as if he produced his slick and cum specifically for me.

Impaled, Ole wiggled his hips, his cock not showing signs of flagging when I released it.

"Angle your knuckles so you can—" Ole gasped, then moaned. "Yes! Like this."

I rubbed his gland the way he instructed, then penetrated the mouth of his womb with my fingers. It was open.

He was ready to be bred. Fuck.

"Deeper! Eldin, please!" Ole's voice did things to me. I didn't know what exactly, but I would do anything he asked at that moment.

So, I pushed in more. Gently angling my hand, I was horrified when I saw it bulging Ole's belly.

"That's perfect." He let go of his right leg and stroked the bulge, his tunnel clenching around me.

I kissed his fingers, then his abdomen, where my hand was, thrusting gently.

He put a pillow under his head. "I want to see your face when your hand is so deep in me." Oleander was a dirty talker, and I didn't know what to do with that. His eyes glinted, and a smile played on his parted lips as he caressed my fist through his skin and muscle. "Now take it out and shove it back in."

"Say what?" I met his gaze, filled with tears and lust but zero craze.

"You heard me." He grunted, pushing my hand out.

I smeared his slick around my fist, teasing his opening, then slid back in. Out. In again.

"Yes!" he yelped. "Faster. That's it, Eldin. Yes!"

My cock swelled impossibly. The pheromones. His words. His ass swallowing my hand as I drilled into him until he forced me out.

"You're so ready. I'm going to breed you now." I held his leg up and licked it from his inner thigh to his big toe, then climbed over him.

My cock was straining to the point of pain, a knot already forming. I pushed into Ole with ease before his ring of muscle closed at the base. I rocked my hips, filling the room with sloppy squelching. I was flying and the only thing keeping me from floating into euphoria was Ole begging for more.

"I need your cum, Eldin." He looked up at me, his cheeks flushed, his gaze full of fire and desperation.

I angled myself so my cock popped into his womb.

Ole arched, digging his short fingernails into my back. "Yes! Fill me up. Breed me, Eldin."

That did it. I roared and spilled inside Ole, pumping his insides full of my cum. My body shuddered as the climax overtook me. Only the sight of pleasure on Ole's face helped me keep my eyes open as I rode the wave. With shallow thrusts, I continued coming until I was spent but still hard, the head of my cock situated snugly in Ole's womb, my swollen knot keeping us connected.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"When you pull out, your knot stretches me from the inside and—Ah! Like that. It's so fucking good."

His wails sent another wave of arousal through me. "Fuck, Ole, my Oleander, I'm coming again."

"Yes, your cock feels so good, so deep. Come on, give me more!" he yelled, and this time, his nails scratched me so hard that pain exploded on my back.

He must have drawn blood. I didn't care.

Ole arched, squeezing my ass as tears rolled down his cheeks. Swiping his cum from his abdomen, I took his dick in the crevice between us. It fit in my hand perfectly and I jerked it from root to tip.

I kissed Ole's jaw, and he panted, twitching under me. "I'm—Ah. Yes, Eldin!" He stilled and opened his mouth in a silent cry, then whimpered when I was still stroking him through his semi-dry orgasm. Only a few drops spilled from his slit and I gathered them on my thumb to lick up.

He mumbled something and loosened his grip on me, his hands flopping to the sides.

"Am I squishing you?" I asked. I searched his face for signs of discomfort, but his unfocused gaze and relaxed expression told a story of a well-fucked omega.

I puffed my chest, wanting to scream with joy. To roar my success. I did that to him. Me.

"No. This is perfect." Ole's eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing evened out.

Fuck, he was insanely gorgeous. Peaceful, satisfied, with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. I could service him with every heat if he'd let me. Would he agree to fuck me for pleasure? For no other reason than to connect and chase orgasms together? Doubtful. But my fucked-out brain imagined us in my house, curled on the couch. Or in the gardens, having an impromptu picnic on a blanket, Ole's hair kissed by the sun, his skin glowing with health, his smile wide and directed at me. I was such a fool.

Time passed, and my knot shrunk, so I slid out of Ole and lay next to him, splaying my palm on his abdomen.

"Thank you." His voice was a sleepy whisper as he covered my hand with his.

"I lied to you," I said, my stomach flipping at the thought of telling him everything.

"About what?"

He deserved to know the truth about me. I was no hero, just a loser with no life.

"You asked me why I'm doing this." I paused, expecting him to sit up and glare at me. Judge me. But Ole didn't open his eyes, as if giving me some form of privacy to tell my story. "The truth is that Snake kidnapped my sister. I saw him in the car his men dragged her to. I was too far to catch up to them." Bile rose to my throat at the thought, but I focused on what I had to say. "She never came home, and her body was found in the desert by the road. That was years ago, but I never stopped looking for him. I'm not alone, though. There are many of us working together to find Snake and alphas like him."

"I'm so sorry about your sister." He squeezed my hand.

This coming from someone who would have been through the same kind of torture as Reena. His touch gave me the strength to continue. "I didn't have an accident. That was a lie, too. I found out I was infertile during puberty. Being defective from birth made me a freak. Claiming I couldn't impregnate an omega because of a tragic accident meant I was broken. It was easier." A cowardly way to deal with it. I was such a loser. "That's also why I'm not mated. I can't promise a partnership forever and not give my mate young. It's not fair."

"Have you bred with many omegas?" Ole turned onto his side, resting his head on his bent elbow.

"Three. Two males and one female." And each omega and their family were so disappointed with me I'd stopped trying in order to save myself and others the pain.

"Have you done any testing as an adult?"

I scoffed. "No. I'd be marked as defective. I made sure the information from my old doctor was deleted from the database and came up with the excuse about some accident."

"Maybe you never found your person?" Ole chewed on his bottom lip, and I became jealous, wanting to bite it too. "It might be connected with sperm count or some psychological thing but I also heard that sometimes an omega's DNA just doesn't match an alpha's. That's why an insane amount of rich alphas buy omegas by the dozen. To check how many they can impregnate. It's never all of them. Maybe you just haven't found yours?"

"It doesn't matter now. It is what it is." I mirrored his position, turning towards him on my side.

"Or find a mate who wouldn't care if you give them young or not and just… live." He traced lazy circles over his belly.

Ole made it sound so easy. But I was grappling with the concept like a horny man with a dildo that was too slick for his hands. "I could spend my whole life looking."

Ole's gaze met mine, and my heart beat faster.

He licked his lips, and I wanted nothing more than to taste them. How would they feel on mine?

Ole cupped my cheek and leaned in towards me. Our lips met, and I closed my eyes to savor the softness before they parted to welcome my tongue. The lazy exploration was nothing like the intense fucking we'd done until now. And yet, it felt more meaningful than all the other things combined. Ole moaned, and the alpha in me beat his chest in triumph. We deepened the kiss, and I lost myself in the languorous trip to a world where everything was right, and Ole was safe in my arms.

A loud buzz startled us apart.

The red light above the door turned green.

"We can leave," I said. "Fuck. I need to talk to Snake." Wake up from the stupor. Think. I sat up and scrambled to get dressed with record speed. "I have an idea. Will you play along?"

"Sure. But—"

"I won't give you back." I cupped Ole's face. "I already promised you this." I kissed his forehead.

"You better not. I can't—" Ole's lips trembled, and a shiver ran through him. "I don't want to be sold again."

After Reena, I vowed to never make promises I wasn't sure I could keep. But tonight, I'd die trying.

"You won't be. Trust me. Please."

Ole nodded.

After gathering several blankets from a pile on a corner lounge, I wrapped my omega tight. "This way, they won't see that you're not bound. Pretend you're asleep. I'll carry you."

Ole closed his eyes and rested his head on my shoulder. His scent invaded my nose. Clean sweat, his slick, and my cum. The perfect combination.

You're mine, and I'll never let you go. My alpha instincts were roaring loudly despite having already bred him. I wanted to hug him until I smelled like him.

For now, I had to act. I pressed the button on the wall with my elbow, and the heavy, iron door hissed open.

As expected, Snake had left his room, and I spotted him shaking hands with several alphas in the common area. He looked over several omegas barely standing on their feet, then waved for his lackeys to take them away.

I clutched Ole closer to my chest and caught Snake's gaze.

He excused himself and approached me, his handsome face marred with a cruel expression on it. "This one's mine too."

Fuck, I hope Yola was still waiting for me. I could have reception on my watch now, but I had no way to tap it to alert her.

"I'll pay you for him. Let's discuss the price outside, in the fresh air. He was so feisty I need to own him for more than tonight." I put on the most leery expression I could muster.

"He won't be cheap." Snake sniggered but followed me through a narrow staircase up and onto the morning sun.

"I know. But I have cash in my car." I indicated the white SUV with an upnod. No sign of Yola. Not good.

Snake raked his gaze over me. "What's your offer?" His smirk turned slack right before his body spasmed. He fell on the ground, flailing like a fish, and revealed Yola lowering her stun gun behind him. Right next to the building, two burly bouncers lay unconscious in the bushes.

"Way to go, Yola." I grinned at her, but she only nodded and raked her hand through her short black hair.

"Help me load him up." She nudged Snake with her boot and spat on the ground by his head.

Ole wiggled out of my grasp, stood up, and tightened the blanket around his waist. His shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths, and then he kicked Snake in the ribs with a grunt.

He took the man's other foot and looked between Yola and me. "Are we loading him or not?"

"One second." I lifted a finger to Yola and turned to my Ole. "Where do you want me to take you?"

His lip trembled, but he thrust his chin up. "I have nowhere to go. So just drop me somewhere on your way. I'll be fine."

"If that's your choice. But you can come with me. To my house."

He stiffened, looking around.

A tear rolled down his cheek, but he swiped it with the back of his hand. "Yeah. You're my best chance at survival."

"I won't hurt you, you know this, Ole. I may let you down, though."

"You're not so bad for an alpha, Eldin." Ole pecked my cheek, sending a rush of warmth to my chest.

"Yo, guys!" Yola whisper-shouted, then pointed at Ole. "I like you, so I'll tell you that Eldin here is a good guy, and if he gives you shit, I'll help you beat his ass. But now—" She nodded at me and the unconscious trash on the floor. "Hurry up, Eldin." She smirked. "Revenge is waiting to be served."

"Fuck yeah," Ole said and grunted as we picked up Snake.

After gagging and tying him in the trunk, we climbed into the car with Yola behind the wheel and me at the back, holding Ole close.

The scent of his hair and the warmth of his body next to mine soothed me with the knowledge that he was safe. My chest expanded with deep breaths as I vowed that I'd give my life to keep him from danger and make sure he'd be happy. Hopefully, he'd let me stay in his life.

With the sun behind us, we drove towards revenge and a better future.