Page 48 of His Stolen Omega

Maybe that was why he was able to navigate through this whole nightmare the way he had been. Since there was nothing he could do aside from bide his time, there was no point in freaking out or raging.

Except, now Elm had botched his first chance at escape, and the likelihood of him getting another opportunity to flee…

Should he try and get on the alpha’s good side? He wasn’t convinced there was a caring bone in Levi’s body, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Elm could feel things like embarrassment, but pride? He’d never particularly had much of that.

He was twiddling his thumbs, having just come out of the closet after hanging the last shirt on the rack, when the alpha finally glanced up at him after almost an hour of acting like he didn’t exist.

“Finished?” Levi asked, holding his gaze steadily.

Elm nodded.

The alpha shifted and unfolded his legs, planting both feet on the carpet, and then motioned with his chin. “Come here.”

He hesitated, not understanding.

“Do you want to slip back into a feral state?”

“No.” He really didn’t.

“Then come here while I’m still feeling nice.”

Elm moved to the couch, but hovered. “I don’t…?”

“Lay down,” he instructed. “Put your head in my lap.”

“What?” He managed a full step back before the alpha lashed out, grabbing onto his wrist and giving him a strong tug that had him stumbling onto the piece of furniture. Elm found himself rolled over, until he was lying on his back, his head propped up by the alpha’s right thigh.

Soothing pheromones danced across his skin a second before the fingers of Levi’s left hand combed through his hair, massaging his scalp in gentle circular motions that instantly had Elm moaning.

He froze as soon as the sound left his lips, but when he risked looking up, the alpha seemed pleased by his reaction. His palm settled over Levi’s right one when the alpha rested it over his chest, nerves getting the best of him.

“Relax,” Levi ordered. “I’m not going to do anything sexual to you. Even though according to you, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“I didn’t…mean it like that.” The sensation of the alpha’s hand roaming across his chest, up to massage the spaces between his neck and shoulders, then down his arms to work on his biceps was odd.

Odd in the sense that Elm didn’t hate it. Not even a little.

“You’re the one who told me you didn’t want to be touched,” Levi reminded after a few minutes of the massage. “Have you learned your lesson?”

Elm closed his eyes but didn’t answer. They both already knew he had.

“It must be scary,” the alpha continued, tone calm and somewhat soothing. “Betas aren’t slave to their desires the same way omegas are. You could probably go years without having to give into the need for sexual release.”

“Probably.”

“Ah,” he read between the lines, “but you haven’t.”

“I just graduated from university. I wasn’t as popular as most alphas, but I did all right. Believe it or not, people find me attractive, even though I’m just a beta. Plus, there are tons of betas on Glyph. Most of us find it easier to date amongst each other.”

“Have you ever been with an alpha before?”

“One.” An image of Pike flashed in his mind and he dashed it away. The two of them had hooked up a few times, but that’s all it’d been. There’d never been any feelings attached to the act, though the sex had been incredible. Enough to make Elm even more disappointed in his proclivity. It’d been unhealthy, and he’d called it off. “I’ve hooked up with a few omegas though.”

“You’re used to topping.”

“I didn’t hate being the bottom.” He knew he was being too forthcoming, but he felt so relaxed, his entire body loose, the pheromones making his skin feel like he was being lavished in a warm breeze on a chilly evening. What did it really matter anyway? The Leviathan didn’t need anything more to use against him.

He already had Elm in the palm of his hand.