Page 14 of His Captor

“I guess so,” Billy said with the faintest hint of a grin.

That made me grin, too.

Which made my deep, inner alpha wake up and pay attention.

I didn’t want to think about the implications of anything that deep within me stirring.

I cleared my throat and asked, “Do you want to continue playing the fantasy?”

Billy tilted his head to one side, which looked sexy as hell with him restrained and trapped on my knot like he was. “I mean, if you don’t want me here, I suppose I could leave and find a service to take me through the rest of my heat.”

Even as he said it, pretending to be casual, he grimaced. Omegas had an innate, biological revulsion to having more than one alpha take them through their heat. I knew plenty of omegas who actually got off on that revulsion and routinely played out fantasies where they had two, or even three or four, alphas fuck them through heat. I knew a throuple with one omega and two alphas who had no problem at all going through a plural heat, too. But I immediately had a sense that Billy wasn’t that type.

“There’s no question about me taking you through your heat,” I said, shaking my head a little as my knot showed the first signs of going down. “I started this and I’ll finish it. But if you just want a normal heat and not a fantasy scene?—”

“No!” Billy cried out, his face going wide with alarm. “I want the scene. I want the fantasy. I loved what you were doing. You’re a good cop gone bad, I assume?”

My mouth twitched. I should have held my dangerous, threatening persona for him, but I had to smile. And I knew for a fact that I looked like an overgrown teddy bear when I smiled.

I cleared my throat and forced my expression to turn dangerous again. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m a special agent with the government that has been tracking terrorists for years.”

“Whoops,” Billy said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Was I supposed to be the terrorist?”

I had to battle not to smile again.

“Sounds like Agent Ace got the wrong man,” I said. “But he doesn’t know that yet. He’s nothing if not diligent. He’ll do whatever he thinks it takes to squeeze a confession out of his suspect.”

Billy gasped, and his ass squeezed around my fading knot and softening cock as he did. “What will you do if I confess?” he said, his voice wavering and his expression terrified again.

The spark was still in his eyes, though. His gorgeous, dark, naughty eyes.

“I might just let you go,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “Maybe.”

The scene was on once more.

So this was how it would be. I’d never played a scene with an omega in heat before. It might curtail my plans to test some of my new equipment, but chances were it would make for a way kinkier experience than I’d originally planned.

“Alright, alright, I’ll confess,” Billy whined, pretending to struggle against his wrist clamps. “What was it you think I stole again?”

My knot had gone down entirely, and the overwhelming slickness of his hole caused me to slip out with only the slightestmovement back. I didn’t mean to do it, but I glanced down at that moment and caught sight of his gaping hole slowly closing from my invasion, his slick and my cum seeping out onto the chair’s cushion.

I didn’t give a fuck about the chair, but it gave me an in to take the scene to the bedroom.

“You’re a filthy liar,” I said, reaching behind the chair to the release button. The wrist clamps popped open. “Lying and filthy,” I said, circling my arms behind the small of his back and pulling him up and out of the chair. “Stop dripping on my furniture and playing dumb.”

Billy gusted out a breath as I steadied him on his feet. I could tell from the way he squirmed that the sensation of everything sliding down his inner thighs turned him on.

Looking at him standing there, bottomless, half-hard cock sticky from earlier, his thick, brown hair disheveled and his suit jacket rumpled definitely turned me on.

“I’m not playing dumb,” he insisted, doing an excellent job of seeming distressed. If not for the impish glint in his eyes, I would have thought he was genuinely in a panic. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m just a businessman here for work. I don’t have any codes or whatever it is you want.”

“Lying,” I snarled. “And filthy.” I nodded to his shirt.

I stepped into him, noting that Billy didn’t flinch back and try to run the way a real kidnapping victim would, and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It hadn’t been buttoned when I’d grabbed him from the street, so it was easy to shove off his shoulders. His shirt came off next. I was strong enough to grab the front and to tear it open, sending popped buttons flying.

Billy gasped for real, his eyes going molten with lust at my silly power-alpha move. Although realistically, it wasn’t as easy to pop buttons off a shirt like that as people thought. You had to be genuinely strong to do it, and I was.

I yanked his shirt away from his body and threw it onto the chair, but following my earlier thoughts, I left his tie on.

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