Asher
I stayed quiet for a long moment, watching him. Edmund was flushed, and most likely embarrassed. My gaze traced the faint rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck, and I found myself remembering last night.
I remembered coming back into the room to find him sprawled on the floor, drunk and out of it. I didn't want to give two fucks bout him to be honest. I had work to think about and my plan was coming together perfectly that in no time, the son-of-a-bitch would be begging for his life.
But I remembered him trying, in his own clumsy way, to take care of me, after I'd intentionally cut myself just so it would trigger him and it was successful—only that it ended with me fighting a fucking boner.
I cleared my throat now, still waiting for him to take his hands off my fucking dick. "I… I'm sorry," Edmund said, voice low and immediately snatching his hand as if my dick was boiling water.
"How did I end up in your bed? I only remember… drinking. Losing consciousness. I…" He swallowed hard. "…I don't know."
I let a small sigh escape, the guy was low-key adorable. "You passed out on the couch. I carried you here. You were… messy. You threw up everywhere and I cleaned you up. I brought you to my room because I didn't have the energy to go to yours after the mess you made." Liar. You definitely had more than enough energy last night.
His face twisted as if the memory was nauseating. Ouch.
He covered his mouth with his hand, like he might actually vomit. I couldn't look away. A strange, heavy feeling crept into my chest.
He had no idea.
Not a single clue. If he did, he'd never be so comfortable with me being in the same room as him. This world he walked in so carelessly was a mirage. Mine was the one actually in motion, and he was in my orbit whether he realized it or not. I am the dangerous Alpha of Asterlot and he's my pun, my play thing, my property.
He stood up suddenly, and tried adjusting himself.
My eyes traced him from head to toe again, lingering where I shouldn't, but I didn't give a damn. He was a work of art in all honesty. From the bulge I felt last night, and the outline of his morning erection I'm currently sizing, he's very much packing in every aspect.
He caught me mid-glance and froze.
"Stop looking at me like that," he said, voice sharp but tinged with nervousness.
Naturally, I should stop. Especially after he's announced to me several times that he's straight. He's not but he doesn't know it yet. He's an omega in my world. My omega.
So instead of turning my eyes away from him, I entrap him with the fierceness of my gaze. Then slowly, I slip out of the bed and walk towards him. He starts moving back until his back hit the wall and I'm only a few feet away from grabbing those seductive lips of his and owning it like I should have done from the fucking start.
"What happens if I don't stop looking at you, hmm?" I asked, voice low, letting the words hang between us.
His inhale was sharp, draggy, and it drove a flicker of something deeper into me. I used my fingers to trace a slow line from the bridge of his nose down to the side of his neck. It was a careful but intentional touch.
The tension between us thickened instantly, his body went rigid, and his breathing became uneven. I could tell that he was fighting multiple demons and from the way his pupils dilated when I leaned forward, it didn't look like he was winning.
Yes. Yes. Show me how much you're affected by my presence, my little "straight" omega. His lips quivered and I could tell that he was no longer breathing.
I slightly brushed my chest to his and I instantly regretted it. Our nipples grazed each other's and he released a gasp. So you feel it too.
Despite turning off a part of my powers in this world, his body is still reacting to mine. As it should. I'm the Alpha. His Alpha. And soon enough, he'll understand that his life is in my hands. When he does, I'll take the pleasure of torturing him, claiming him, and casting him out as a used, worthless omega.
His hands trembled slightly as they hovered near me, unsure whether to push away or stay. I could bend my head and take his lips between my teeth, let things escalate further but it wasn't time yet.
So, I pulled back. I stepped away, releasing him.
He let out a huge breath and started rushing towards the bathroom.
"You can use yours. Your clothes are in the dryer now so might be a good idea to clean up and put on some fucking new clothes." I turned to leave the room when he suddenly spoke.
"If my nakedness bothers you so much then why can't you just let me go? I'm talking about this stupid arrangement with my dad."
I smirked and didn't bother replying. He doesn't know it yet. His ignorance makes me want to drag this whole situation out even further, but time's up. I can't keep two personalities apart, no matter how powerful I am. It's bad that I've altered the wheels of multiple dimensions already, just for the sake of a lowly omega.
That's how badly I want to get my revenge. I'll most likely pay for this soon but fuck it. I'm the leader of the Bratva league. There's nothing I can't control.
When I came back into the room, he was still there.
"I thought I told you to go back to your room. If you want me so bad, you can always be honest." I hadn't changed yet so he could very much see the outline of my bulging erection—which only seems to be active these days only when he's near.
As if reading my thoughts, his eyes lowered to my chest and then my stomach, and slowly to the v-outline of my briefs.
"You want me so much. Admit it Edmund, you want to be under me."
His eyes sparked with both heat and anger and then he said the very line I commanded him not to utter.
"I've told you Asher, I'll rather be—"
"It would be in your best interest to not finish that sentence, Edmund." I said, cutting him off and swiftly covering the space between us.
"You seem to think I throw out threats like it's child's play, don't you?" I was sure that by now, my eyes were blazing red. I had a few more days left but I couldn't hold back anymore. His time was up.
A sudden burst of wind enveloped the entire room, and the atmosphere grew thick with my presence. Edmund's true form and mine began to reveal themselves as this realm was being submerged.
The immediate switch in authority was even more evident.
"On your knees, you lowly Omega."