Captive Mate BL

Caspian died a little inside as he searched the drawers only to find more, and not just lingerie but fishnets, stockings, garters, and a lot more he couldn't even name.

The only thing worth wearing that he found was a skimpy nightdress and silk shorts.

He didn't have the privilege to be picky so he quickly put them on, wishing he could layer up further. But the only layering available was lingerie and if he was going to be found out, he would prefer not to be wearing raunchy lingerie.

Caspian had never had to wear so many dresses in the span of a couple hours, he had never even worn a dress before, and he wished his safety wasn't on the line, forcing him to keep up the facade.

He tied up his still-damp hair with a ribbon he found, putting on the robe over the nightdress and tying the knots as tight as possible.

Satisfied with the efforts he made, he started for the bedroom, peeking through the door again to make sure that Mafia King Asher was still gone, only to peer right into hazel-gold eyes.

Caspian was sure his heart tried to leave his chest then, and he wouldn't blame the poor organ, it had been through so much.

He flinched in shock, reeling back but there was no escaping. Asher pushed the door open, a firm grip on his wrist.

"I thought you had gone out the window again," Asher was saying.

Caspian was starting to wish he had, he was really starting to wish he had.

He stared up at the Alpha nervously, wondering what was going to happen next - maybe he should have drowned himself in the pool to spare him from all this.

Asher took a step back and tugged him forward, it was so unexpected that Caspian didn't get the chance to brace himself, falling face-first into the Alpha's chest.

"What's your name?" Asher casually asked.

Caspian would have had a difficult time answering but things escalated further by Asher throwing him over his shoulder again, his head thumping against his way too hard back.

He didn't provide a response, trying to quickly put distance between them when Asher dropped him off on the bed.

The Alpha just walked off to a closet, briefly rifled through it, and then returned.

He wanted to reassure the Mafia King that he wouldn't try to run again if the Alpha just left him alone for the night. He knew that would be postponing the inevitable but he would take it.

By the time Asher returned to the bed, the Omega was already on the other side. He was beginning to lose patience with her skittishness, he might be intimidating but she chose to be here.

"Come here," He ordered, crooking two fingers.

Caspian did as he was told, knowing he wouldn't keep getting away with denying every one of Asher's orders.

He was wary however, clutching his bathrobe close even though there was no way to undo the knot he had done - not without scissors…

Or fucking teeth!

As soon as he inched into Asher's personal space, the Alpha moved quickly, cuffing one of his wrists to the headboard and just cutting through the knot on his bathrobe with his sharp teeth.

Caspian let out an earsplitting scream in terror, seeing his life flash in front of his eyes.

Asher retreated at that, cursing and wincing. "What the fuck?"

"S-Sorry," Caspian forced himself to say - he might have gone a bit overboard with that reaction.

This caught Asher's attention, a slanted smile breaking out on his face, teeth sharp. "So you talk?"

Caspian clamped his lips shut at that, he would have been at the other side of the bed by now if he could but he was cuffed.

Asher pushed a ringed hand through his hair at her silence, deciding then that he would have been immediately bored if she had acted like a typical bought Omega.

His smile didn't fade, taking his time to look her over now that she was all cleaned up.

He preferred his women with long, dark hair but he was strangely not put off by her short, light hair, the exact opposite of his preferences.

She was also completely flat, with none of the curves he liked in sight.

He hadn't been drinking heavily tonight, had he? Because why did all it take for a woman to catch his attention was for her to be so blatantly disinterested in him?

Caspian felt like a bug under Asher's scrutiny, certain that the Alpha could see right through the flimsy nightdress he wore.

He tucked his knees close to his chest, hiding as much of his body as he could, waiting for the verdict to drop.

"Get some sleep," Asher said instead, starting for the door again.

It took a moment for Caspian to process his words, watching the Alpha's retreating back in disbelief.

When he had been cuffed, he thought that Asher had done it to take what he had paid for but it would seem that he had kept him captive to make sure that he didn't try to escape again.

He couldn't relax for several long minutes after the door was locked behind Asher, certain that the Alpha would return when he let his guard down.

When nothing happened after so much time had passed, he gradually relaxed. Mafia King Asher was startlingly more tolerant than he had been expecting.

Maybe he could explain his current situation to him? Yeah, no. But he could maybe draw this out until he lost interest.

If buying Omegas at auctions was a common occurrence for Asher, then he might be able to salvage things. He just had to keep his identity a secret until the Mafia King got over him and discarded him.

Asher was also really attractive, even though he was terrified for his life, it had been difficult to miss that. He might not have completely hated his circumstances if he just wasn't a male Omega.

He would have just had to entertain the advances of a hot, wealthy, powerful Alpha, it was hardly a death sentence.