Captured Omega

Chapter 20

Auryn

Olly looks at me curiously, his face slightly pale as he clears his throat.

The last thing I want is for him to feel awkward about what happened earlier, when he…dislodged me from my alpha.

My alpha. The words settle in my brain, and I’m acutely aware of them. It should be startling, and I should feel some anger, something not so…content.

I let him bite me. Let him claim me. What the fuck was I thinking?

But even as uncomfortable as the thought makes me, knowing I’m his…it settles those thoughts. I know no matter what, my alpha has me. He’ll protect me. I know it the same way I know Olly will tell me the truth. About who I am. About how much of me they’ve erased.

He bites his lip before turning around, giving me his back as he walks to the far counter, fiddling with test tubes and his microscope.

“Yes, I…uh…would like to run a few more tests, so I would like to collect some samples from you if you are, uh…willing to give them to me.”

He says the words as if he is uncomfortable, and something inside of me aches. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.

Do I make him uncomfortable? Panic strikes me.

“Anything,”

I say, taking a step closer to him. “Whatever you need, you can have.”

There is a tense pause as he looks up from his counter, his gaze catching me.

“I mean, if it’ll help you figure out what’s wrong with me—”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

The way he says the words are like he’s trying to convince himself that nothing’s wrong with him.

I take another step closer, and another, but he moves. He evades me.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

I ask. “Do you want me to leave, I—”

He sighs, taking off his lab coat with a grimace and popping the button on top of his shirt, pulling at the collar as he grunts out a sound so close to a whine, I freeze.

I’ve never heard a man whine like that. Not that I have a lot of experience with betas, so for all I know this is normal, but…

Something tells me it isn’t.

Instinct, maybe. Still, whatever it is, the sound travels straight through me, lighting up my insides. My gaze settles on his fingers, tugging at his collar.

I’d been more than embarrassed that he had to see me and Gage stuck together. Mortified. Not only because it was embarrassing, but because…

I didn’t want him to think less of me. To judge me for giving into my heat. To judge me for letting Gage knot and claim me.

And then he’d touched me. I know he wasn’t trying to arouse me; he was trying to help, but I can’t deny that his touch did things to me. I was so close to coming, being stuffed with Gage’s cock while Olly touched me, it was hard as hell to keep my moans to myself. But I got the feeling if I showed any sort of interest, Olly would run for the hills.

Because I make him uncomfortable.

Because he doesn’t want me the way I want him.

He sighs, running those perfect, smooth, magic fingers through his hair as he shakes his head.

“Yes,”

he says, quickly adding, “but not in a bad way.”

He gives me a half-smile. “At least, I don’t think it’s bad, it’s just—”

“Different?”

I ask as I approach him. He doesn’t move, but I can tell he’s nervous.

It’s the quickest glance; the way his gaze drops to my mouth before flashing up to my eyes. The scent of morning rain and earthy dirt fill my senses as I stare up at him.

He has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Long, thick, dark eyelashes that I swear on any other man would look weird or feminine, but on Olly they somehow look both masculine and soft at the same time.

“Yeah,”

he says, his voice dropping an octave. He closes his eyes for a moment, pursing his lips. Then he opens his eyes and clears his throat, his gaze settling on my throat.

“We’ll start with your blood,”

he says calmly. He nods to his office chair behind us. “Have a seat. I’ll get everything ready.”

I do as he asks without question. My feet dangle, not touching the floor. I watch as he moves about. He pops another button or two on his shirt, showcasing the expanse of his pale skin. The alphas all look similar. Tan skin, dark features. Jaws and muscles that could cut glass, but Olly…

There’s a sort of understated beauty to the beta. He’s smaller than an alpha, but bigger than me. His frame isn’t bulky, but lean. Wiry, almost. He moves like a gazelle through the lab, grabbing needles and bandages, a tourniquet, vials, syringes.

I watch with bated breath as he prepares the space next to where I sit. He wraps the tourniquet around my arm gingerly. Carefully.

Precisely.

Everything about Olly is precise, I realize. Controlled.

Maybe he needs that. Control.

“It’s been nearly twenty-four hours since your last suppressant, so I’m interested to see just how different your samples are, especially since you’ve, uh…bonded to an alpha.”

My blood pumps through the tight space, and I feel flush as I watch him ready the needle.

I focus my eyes on him, transfixed by his features.

Good lord, he is fucking hot.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” I ask.

“Huh?”

He taps my veins with two fingers, and I nearly jump off the table, knowing just how those two fingers feel with my clit in between them.

He looks up at me in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,”

I say with a blush.

“To answer your question,”

he sighs, “Gage is a viable alpha.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I say.

“I think you misunderstand,”

he says. “He is a…good choice. Strong genes, smart. Loyal. He’ll protect you. Give you what you need.”

His voice falters slightly before he adds, “It makes sense.”

He glances at me as if he wants to say more, but instead, shakes it off. “Like I said, a viable choice for an omega.”

He taps my veins one more time, and I squirm, not at all from pain, but from the sheer memory of those fingers and the things they are capable of.

“Stay still, please.”

He says the words methodically, and I find myself wanting nothing more than to listen. “Make a fist for me.”

I do as he asks without hesitation, and he gives me a soft smile.

“Good girl. Thank you.”

I never thought those two words would make me feel so…warm. Wet.

Good girl. It’s not the first time he’s said them, and I find the strangest desire to want to be good. For him. In so many ways I can’t even comprehend it.

As an omega, of course, I am designed to be enticing, to be alluring. To try and attract a viable, dominant alpha.

But something inside of me is greedy. It desires more than the alpha that has claimed me.

There is no desire to fight him. But there is desire.

A lot of it.

I want to entice him. I want to be good for him, if only so I can reap the reward. Good girls get rewards, right? Isn’t that how it is supposed to work?

Sneed said if I was good he’d reward me. But I couldn’t find it in me to obey him. I was not good.

But for Olly…I could be.

“What are you going to do if I don’t listen?”

I tease him, and he sucks in a breath. His hands don’t shake as he says, “Just a pinch.”

“Olly?”

I speak his name as the pinch comes, and I relax.

“What?”

he asks. He takes my fist in his hand, his thumb moving over my knuckles.

“What are you going to do if I don’t listen to you?”

I try again.

He twists his lips. “I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I smile as he says, “Though I would advise when it comes to tests, you do as I say; otherwise, you may end up hurt. Not intentionally, just…accidentally, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He runs his thumb over my knuckle. “I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

My voice softens. “I don’t think you could hurt me, Olly.”

He lets my fist go as he changes the tube, and I grimace, keeping my gaze trained on him.

“How long were you…”

he lets out a heavy breath. “Captive?”

The way he says the word is harsh. Bitter. Full of anger, and something about that speaks to me. It stirs familiar feelings, but also new ones.

“I don’t know,”

I answer honestly. “A while, I guess.”

“How did you get these?”

His fingers trace a scar on my wrist.

The touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I have to fight the urge to jump. He slides the needle out fast, applying pressure with the cotton ball faster.

“They needed samples, too,”

I say cautiously. “They just…weren’t as gentle as you.”

He looks up at me with teary eyes. “They hurt you.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement. An understanding.

“Yes,”

I say as my fingers slide over his, where he presses the cotton. For a moment I look down at him, and he doesn’t move. Instead, his eyes search mine for something I can’t quite place.

“Keep pressure on that,”

he says as he removes his hand. He bandages me up, and I watch as he labels the tubes of my blood and puts them in some machine. The scent of rain is thick, and it’s only then I realize that as he grimaces, one hand absentmindedly adjusts his cock.

He looks annoyed, shaking it off, but…

I can’t deny the room smells like a thunderstorm right now.

I remember thunderstorms from before the facility. When I was young, free.

I loved the suddenness. How it would be quiet, and then all of a sudden, boom! The rain would fall, the thunder echoing in the valley. Lightning striking and lighting up the whole sky.

I always found the storm relaxing.

“Do betas ever perfume?”

I ask curiously. His eyes widen.

“Uh…no. Why do you ask?”

he says, reaching a hand behind his head.

“Because you smell really fucking good right now.”

His cheeks turn six shades of red, and I can’t help but smile. “Is, uh…is that so?”

I nod, taking a step closer to him. “Uh huh.”

I expect him to run. To turn around and put that wall up again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks…intrigued.

“And can you describe how that makes you feel?”

He clears his throat. “Objectively, of course.”

I grin as I step up to him. My gaze settles on the open sliver of his shirt, on his pale skin. I want to touch it.

His words are methodical, but there is a definite air of curiosity.

I catch his gaze with my own, making sure I’m looking him in the eyes when I answer him so there’s no confusion. Just hard, concrete facts.

I think Olly likes facts.

“Wet,”

I say, my voice thick with lust.

He nods. “That is likely because you were locked with your alpha all night, and I had to…dislodge you.”

“There’s no alpha here, right now, is there?”

I say, advancing on him.

“No, but—”

“But what?”

I stalk him like prey, because something in my brain tells me that’s what I need to do.

I need to assert my dominance. I need to be in control.

“You haven’t had a heat suppressant in twenty-four hours. It’s…You’re in heat. Getting wet is a natural response because your body desires a knot, and you need to be lubricated to take it.”

His back hits the door, and I press myself against him. His cock twitches against me, and I gently settle my hand over his bulge.

“And what about you?”

I ask. “Or am I the only specimen worth questioning?”

His gaze darkens, but he doesn’t move. His chest rises and falls, and for a moment I think he’s not going to say anything. He lets out a heavy breath as his gaze falls to my mouth again.

“What about me?”

he breathes.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”

I say carefully. “Objectively, of course.”

“It’s hard,”

he says, blushing. “I mean to speak, not—”

I giggle. “That’s not the only thing that’s hard, though, is it Olly?”

He bites his lip, shaking his head. “No.”

“Try,”

I tell him, gently rubbing his cock through his pants. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

He lets out another heavy breath.

“Confused. Hard. Uncomfortable.”

He closes his eyes, then opens them. “Curious.”

Then he says, “Intrigued.”

“I intrigue you, do I?”

I say, feeling the faintest wetness spread against my palm through his pants.

“Yes,”

he answers shakily. “But I also feel wet, too.”

I smirk. “Maybe that’s just your body’s natural response to being touched by an omega,”

I tease. His hand settles on my hip, and he makes no move to grind into my palm or respond, but I can feel how wet he is. I decide to test him out, popping the button on his pants. He lets out a breath.

“No,”

he shakes his head. “I’ve been around plenty of omegas, Auryn. I’ve never felt like this…”

He blinks. “Around any of them.”

That makes me smile as I unzip his zipper. “Just me, then?”

He nods. “Yes.”

His words make me feel like I’m on cloud nine. I grin with excitement.

He sucks in a breath as I slide my hand inside the opening, feeling his hardness through the large wet spot of his underwear. I slide my hand over his length, noting his cock feels thick and warm. He curses under his breath.

“What are you feeling?”

he asks, searching my gaze.

“You,”

I say with a smirk, loving how his cheeks tint pink with that admission.

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant,”

I say as I lean up on my toes. With my free hand, I grab his neck and pull him to my level.

His eyelashes flutter as I squeeze his cock.

“I can stop if you want,”

I tell him, but I hope he doesn’t want me to stop. Though I don’t want to push him too far, and I get the notion that this is a lot for him.

“Do you want to stop?”

he asks carefully. I shake my head.

“No.”

He licks his lips. “What do you want?”

It’s not the question itself, but the way he says it. Curiously, but also a bit warily. Like he’s afraid of my answer. I don’t want him to be afraid. I want to soothe him.

And all at once a purr leaves my chest of its own accord, and he whines.

“You,”

I breathe, his lips close enough to kiss. “I want your cock.”

He stills, the only movement his twitching cock against my palm.

“How?”

he asks, his voice steady. Even. “How do you want it? Er…me? Can you articulate?”

I slide my hand between the slit in his briefs, my thumb grazing his wet, sticky cockhead. He’s soaked, yet he looks at me as if he is writing a research paper. The disconnect is almost shocking, but when I see him bite his lip, I know despite his outward expression, he does feel more than curiosity.

He does want this; he does want me.

“I want you so bad, Olly,”

I say as I squeeze his hard, wet cock. My lips find his neck, and I kiss it, feeling a fresh bloom of moisture at my fingertips. My lips graze his ear. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

He chuckles darkly. “That is scientifically impossible, Auryn. I cannot be everywhere at once.”

I giggle because though I know he’s not trying to be funny, the humor in his words is not lost on me.

“Perhaps you should try and disprove that theory,”

I whisper as I bite his ear, and then he moans. I nearly come at the sound because holy hell…it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s deep, full.

“And how would you like me to start…disproving this theory?”

“Fuck me,”

I say solidly. “Please.”

He grabs my wrist and pulls me away, and the rejection hits me.

“Auryn…”

Did I miscalculate? Read him wrong? I thought—

I tense as I stumble back, and he zips his pants and buttons them back up, sucking in a deep breath.

“Are you rejecting me?”

I ask, my voice shaking.

“What? No!”

he says hurriedly, cursing. “Fuck, I didn’t mean, I just—”

He advances on me, and I pull back, not wanting to feel his rejection anymore. It hurts.

It fucking hurts.

“You don’t want to,”

I say, fear hitting me. Oh my God, I’m an idiot. I—

“It’s not that, I—”

He curses again, growling in frustration. “There are things that need to happen in order for you to reach maximum satisfaction. You need a nest with ample pillows and blankets, and—”

I watch as he unravels, and then it hits me. The words fall out of my mouth without warning.

“Have you ever had sex before, Olly?”

His wide eyes and open mouth combined with his flushed cheeks tell me the truth before his mouth does.

“No, but that has nothing to do with—”

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Now it makes sense.

“You as an omega need certain things to feel safe so that you can…enjoy the process.”

Process. He just called sex a process.

I can’t help but laugh, and he furrows his brows at me. “What? What’s so funny?”

he growls.

He growls. Emmett’s words reverberate in my brain.

Sometimes alphas growl when they are trying to entice a pretty omega.

“What do you need, Olly?”

I ask as I stand my ground.

His shoulders loosen. His gaze finds mine.

“I need you to have the best experience possible, of course.”

He says it so matter of fact it’s funny.

“And what do you think would give me that?”

“Your nest, for one.”

He looks around the office. “Having intercourse in my lab would contaminate evidence,”

he says pointedly, “and I did not do all this work to risk contamination.”

I nod. “Alright then.”

I grab his hand, and he lets me. I tug him towards the door.

“What are you doing?”

He asks quickly.

“Taking you to my nest so I can fuck you,”

I say solidly. He pales, and I think for a moment he’s going to refuse. But instead, he says, “For science?”

I have to contain my grin and laugh. “For science,”

I assure him, and that seems to change his tune. He nods and follows me with ease.

I hold his hand tight as we walk down the hall, and he doesn’t say a word. We pass the kitchen where Gage and Emmett are standing in conversation, and they both look at me, then at Olly, but I don’t meet their gazes. I move fast, worried if I take too long he will change his mind.

And I’m already worked up, that ever-present need within me rising like a force. I was so close to coming earlier with his fingers teasing me, and I wholeheartedly would have let him fuck me against the counter in his office if he wasn’t so uptight about contamination.

Maybe one day, though. Baby steps, Auryn.

When we get to the quarters, I see Diego through his open door. He’s sitting on a chair and looks to be reading. I know he sees us, but unlike Gage or Emmett, he doesn’t stare, and for that, I am thankful. I drag Olly into my room before he can notice Diego, hopefully, and lock the door just as fast. He looks a little terrified, like he isn’t sure what to do, and I suppose if the tables were turned, I’d need some direction, so that’s what I do. I direct him.

“Take off your clothes,”

I say. “Now.”

He blinks and then starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt, glancing up at me every now and then. His movements are slow, careful. He takes his time, which is agonizing, but I know I can’t rush him, lest I want to ruin the delicate moment between us.

“All of them, Olly,”

I say as my gaze roves over him, standing there in my room in nothing but his briefs with the large wet spot. He sucks in a breath and lets it out before sliding his briefs off, and I don’t stifle my groan.

His dick bounces free, gleaming with sticky, wet precum.

“Stay there,”

I say as I circle him. He purses his lips but does as I say.

“I’m observing my specimen,”

I say cooly.

“Anything worth noting?”

he asks curiously.

“Looks like a pretty good specimen to me,”

I say, biting my lip. When I come to stand in front of him, I catch his dark gaze. I remove my shirt and fling it across the room, taking my sweats off almost just as fast. His gaze doesn’t leave my face, though.

“Your turn,”

I say, my breath barely a whisper. He slowly stalks around me, the same way I did when I looked at him.

“Anything worth noting?”

I ask, my nerves starting to kick in because despite all the sex I have had…no one’s ever studied me like this.

It’s a little nerve-wracking.

“Specimen is spectacular,”

he says. “Perfect height ratio for a five-foot-ten beta.”

I giggle. “So, you like short girls, huh?”

He shrugs. “Just one.”

It’s my turn to blush as he comes to stand in front of me. He leans over just a fraction, his gaze catching mine.

“Permission to touch?”

he asks. It’s the way he asks. Like it matters.

No one’s ever asked to touch me like this. It’s scientific, but also…intimate.

Curious.

“Affirmative,”

I say. His hand settles on my neck, thumb brushing over the column of my throat.

He looks at me from underneath those dark lashes, and I feel the heat hit me like a forest fire. The scent of moist earth fills my lungs, making me long for more. Thunder rolls between us as his hands slowly slide down my chest to my breasts. He looks at me like I truly am a specimen. Watches me like he’s cataloging everything in his sharp brain.

It’s hotter than it should be.

His fingers pinch my nipple, and I yelp, and that breaks his concentration. “I’m sorry, I—”

“No, it felt good,”

I say, my cheeks flush. I meet his gaze. “Do it again.”

It takes him a second, but he does indeed, do it again, and this time I groan.

“Does that…feel good?”

he asks. I nod.

“Uh huh.”

He twists and pulls, massages and strokes my nipples until they are hard, and I’m panting, and then… he kisses me.

“How about now?”

he whispers. “Does the extra stimulation feel good?”

I nod, kissing him harder. “More,”

I tell him, pushing him back until he hits the bed. He loses his footing and falls over, rather ungracefully, and I giggle again.

“Ow,”

he says as he adjusts himself on the bed, but the motion puts me right between his legs. Right in front of his gleaming cock. I look up at him, noting the blush across his cheeks, the fear in his eyes. He sucks in a breath.

“Permission to touch?”

I ask, huskily. He swallows hard, but he nods.

“Yes.”

I grab his cock, squeezing lightly. I let him adjust to my touch first, even though my body is screaming at me to jerk him, to swallow him, to fuck him.

But I also know I need to be good.

I want to be good. For him.

His head falls back, his shoulders tense, and he lets out a heavy breath.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

I ask, checking in. He shakes his head.

“It’s just uh…”

he clears his throat. “I haven’t, um…come in…a while, so…I’m…really close.”

“Do you want to come, Olly?” I ask.

“I think so,”

he says carefully. “I’m not sure.”

“Tell me what you want.”

His answer is my undoing.

“I want to satisfy you.”

The words fall on me like a blanket.

“How do you want me, Olly?”

“I don’t know,”

he says hurriedly.

“Tell me what you feel,”

I say as I squeeze his cock, “when I do this.”

“Dizzy,”

he says. I grin. I flick my tongue out and lick the top of his cock, tasting him, and he nearly flies off the bed.

“Holy shit!” he yells.

“How does that feel?”

I ask with a giggle.

“Not terrible,”

he says, catching his breath. “Beta liked that. You can do it again.”

I don’t waste time as I take him into my mouth, which elicits another holler, this time it’s a curse that becomes my name.

He sucks in a heavy breath and falls back against my bed, flat. His hands shake as they find my head, and I think he’s going to push me to take him more, but he doesn’t. He pushes me off of him.

Panic surges through me as I worry once again I’ve misread his cues.

“Not…”

he breathes. “You wanted to fuck me, right?”

“Yes,”

I say as he sits up, staring down at me with a glazed expression.

“If you want to, now would be a good time, because I’m not sure I can hold off.”

He blushes again, and I’m not sure if it’s embarrassment, or if it’s overwhelm. Perhaps a bit of both.

“Is that what you want?”

I tease him. “You want to come inside me, Olly?”

His eyes glaze at my words, and he doesn’t need to answer me. But I want him to say it, anyway.

“Olly, answer me.”

“Scientifically?”

I grin. “Of course.”

“Yes,”

he says. “It will provide the most efficient data.”

“Good. Think of the data,”

I say as I crawl on top of him and push him back into the mattress. I slide over him in one quick motion, and the way his body tenses is…

Fuck, it’s hot.

It makes me feel powerful, watching this cool, collected beta come undone beneath me.

Like he’s powerless to fight me.

“How does that feel, Olly?”

I ask as I thrust myself against him.

“Good, I guess,”

he says. I chuckle as I do it again, rocking him against the mattress. I find his mouth with mine and grab his hands. He kisses me desperately. His tongue strokes mine in slow, precise motions, and I settle his hands on my hips. I move them for him, forcing them to squeeze me, and he gets the memo. He slides them up and down my hips, over my ass. He squeezes with the same pressure, and then he does something I don’t expect.

One hand slides between us where we connect, and his thumb flicks my clit.

I yelp.

“Are you okay?”

he asks, his breath heavy. I kiss him back.

“Don’t stop,”

I tell him. “Don’t stop; please keep going.”

“Okay,”

he says, returning to my mouth. His hips move the slightest, and before long we both build a steady rhythm.

I get lost in the sensations he delivers. Every touch may be precise, but it’s…overwhelming.

“Auryn I can’t, I’m going to—”

“Come for me,”

I command.

“Fuck,”

he growls as his body stills. “I’m c–coming.”

He sits up, grabbing me, clutching me to his chest as his body tenses, and I feel everything. My body responds in tandem if only because the motion of him sitting up, clutching me, drives him deeper.

“Olly—”

I try to say his name, to tell him I am too, but my cries are swallowed by his mouth.

His kiss softens as he relaxes, groaning into my mouth.

It’s not euphoric, it's…relief.

He relaxes as I grab his neck, as I kiss him back.

We stay tangled for a moment before we both fall onto the bed, and he curls close to me. He lays his head on my shoulder, wincing as he slides out of me. His cum drips down my legs, and I feel like I could pass the fuck out.

That was…intense.

“Anything worth noting?”

I ask as I trail my fingers through his soft, silky hair.

“Objectively speaking?”

he murmurs against my chest.

“Of course,”

I say with a smile.

“Beta feels content,”

he says softly. “What about you?”

“Specimen feels good,”

I say teasingly.

“How does Auryn feel?”

he asks softly. I can tell any minute he’s going to fall asleep.

“Satisfied,”

I say, pulling him closer. “How does Olly feel?”

I ask. He mumbles something incoherent against me, but his lips kiss my neck, which is enough of an answer.

“Go to sleep, Olivander,”

I tell him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Work…”

he groans.

“The lab can wait,”

I tell him, because I just want to keep him here a little longer.

“Okay,”

he says, and a moment later he is snoring.

I don’t know how long I lay there with him, but regrettably I have to get up to pee, so I extract myself from his hold and do so. I shower, dress, and feel the overwhelming ache in my stomach telling me I need to eat.

I debate waking him up, but he looks so peaceful curled up in my bed. So I don’t wake him. I carefully slide out of the room, closing the door softly. I look across the hall, noting Diego is still there, reading his book. He looks up at me for a moment, then goes back to his book, and I hurry to the kitchen.