Chapter 34
Caleb
“O kay, I’m done with darts. It’s a stupid game anyways,” I mutter as Savvy beats me for the third time in a row. I should have known better than to play against her. I don’t stand a chance in hell.
“It’s not a stupid game.” She grins, bouncing over to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and my cock twitches. “It’s because you suck and you're a sore loser.”
“You’re mean,” I pout. “I am not a sore loser. You're just really good at that game. It’s not even a fair chance.”
She laughs at me. “Fine. Let’s play something else.”
My eyes light up. “Video games?”
She narrows her eyes. “No, I suck at those.”
“That's why we should play.” I grin. “Give me a chance to win something.”
“I have a better idea. Let’s play pool.”
My brows rise. “Pool?” I grin. Another game I’m amazing at. “Okay.”
We’ve played a few times, and while she’s not a master at it like darts, she isn’t too bad either.
But me? I’m better. I have the best game out of everyone in the house.
She walks over to the table and sets up the balls. “Let’s make this a little more interesting.”
“Yeah?” I ask, walking over. She’s dressed like someone from The Dukes of Hazzard in a pair of short jean shorts and a crop top that ties in a knot under her breasts. Her hair is down in curls, and she kind of reminds me of Daisy Duke, which has my cock standing at attention like it did when I had my teenage boy crush on the girl who played her in the TV show.
Licking my lips I let my eyes wander over her, stopping at her ass as she bends over to rack the balls.
I wish it were my balls she was touching right now.
I’m so horny for my Omega, I’m making corny stupid jokes to myself. Fuck.
It’s been a whole... three hours? Yeah, three hours since I’ve been inside her and frankly, I think that’s a little too long for my liking.
Honestly, I’m not sure why we’re about to play pool when all I wanna do is lay her on the table and give her my stick.
Yup, I’ve officially gone stupid. Stupid for her. Fuck.
“Caleb?” Her laugh brings me out of my thoughts. I shake my head and blink up at her.
“Huh?”
She walks over to me with a big grin. “You're such a horn dog.” She laughs, reaching down and gripping my erection that's painfully pressing against my jeans. I grunt and roll my hips.
“For you,” I huff out. “Always.”
“You didn’t even pay attention long enough for me to tell you my idea,” she tsks. “Naughty boy.”
“Punish me,” I groan, trying not to cum in my pants as she starts to slowly stroke me over my jeans. “I've been a bad, bad boy. Spank me, slap me, spit on my face.”
Okay, where the hell did that come from?
She pauses, her eyes filling with heat as my cheeks turn into an inferno.
But she doesn’t laugh, judge, or make me feel stupid for what I said. Nope, her candy apple scent fills the room, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to the point that it bleeds to keep myself from cumming.
“Caleb,” she says in a husky voice. “Stop distracting me.”
“Sorry,” I pant out. God, I’m so turned on my cock hurts. My Omega makes me feel like I’m popping Viagra like they’re Pez candies with how the damn thing never goes down.
It’s a good thing my girl loves to fuck. Her appetite for sex is insatiable. I know Omegas are typically like that. But Savannah gives us a run for our money.
When she gets poor Leroy alone, the man comes out of the room like he went to war with all the scratches, bite marks, and the way he can hardly walk.
He doesn’t complain, just thankful he has us when he can’t go anymore.
Poor guy is dreading her heat. Not because he doesn’t want to be a part of it, but because he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to fulfill that role.
He opened up to us the other week with his concerns, but we assured him he would be fine. I may have done a bunch of research and bought a fuck ton of sex toys to help him. I even got him a strap-on knot.
I also may have sent him a link to a porn video showing a Beta fisting an Omega and using his hand as a knot.
He looked both turned on and terrified. Me? I’m encouraging him to do it because I’d fucking love to see our girl cum all over his arm as he fucks her with it.
“Caleb!” Savannah’s voice is firm, but not as firm as the grip she has on my cock. “Pay attention!”
Shit. Did I drift off again?
“Sorry,” I grunt. “Sorry. What were you saying?”
She huffs and lets go of me. I nearly whimper at the loss and beg her to come back and touch me again.
“We’re going to play a different type of pool.” She leans against the table with a smirk. “Think of it like strip poker, but instead of cards we’re playing with balls!”
That has my ears perking up. “Okay, now that's a game I can get on board with. Also, I vote we all play strip poker as a pack. I’ll teach you if you don’t know how.”
“Deal.” She laughs.
“Are we playing it this way so you can get naked and distract me from winning?” I ask, crossing my arms. “Because it’s not going to work.” Lies, all lies. But she doesn’t need to know that.
“Wanna bet?” she calls my bluff. Am I that obvious? Who am I joking, of course I am.
“So what? Every time I get a ball, you strip? So, it’s like a double win.” I smirk.
“Nope,” she says, popping the p. “Every time one of us misses, we lose a piece of clothing.”
My brows furrow. “You mean the better we are at the game, the more our clothes stay on?”
“Yup.” She grins.
“Oh, that’s just fucking mean.”
She tosses her head back and laughs. It affects both my heart and my dick. I’m a complex guy.
“You wanna play or not?”
I grin, taking a step forward. “Game on, baby.”
D o you know how hard it is to play well when all I want is for my Omega to be naked?
I’m winning the game, but am I actually winning? She’s pretty much fully clothed, only losing her socks, shoes, and the headband she was wearing. All cheap shots if you ask me. One miss per sock and shoe? I was robbed!
And me? I’m down to my boxers.
I’m not sure if she’s fucking with me or if she’s really not that good at the game.
From the smug grin she has on her pretty face, I'm gonna go with the former.
“How about we shake things up a bit?” she asks, grabbing the hem of her shirt just as I go to take my shot. My eyes lift and my lips part, missing the damn shot as I’m distracted by the way her bra holds up her breasts perfectly. She’s wearing this sexy little red laced number and just below, she has a fucking corset. Fucking hell.
My cock leaks against my boxers, leaving a very obvious wet patch on the front of them.
“O-okay,” my voice cracks.
I sound pathetic, but I’m going crazy.
I can’t think; my mind is preoccupied with the burning need for her and the way my cock has been hard for a good half hour now with no relief. And when I try to touch myself, she growls at me and calls me a bad boy. I don’t wanna be a bad boy! I wanna be her good boy.
Standing up straight, I watch her like an eager puppy as she takes off her shorts next, leaving her standing there in only her underwear. A red thong to match the rest.
Her eyes drop to my boxers, and she grins. “That looks a little painful.”
“You think?” I croak, my eyes dropping to the wet spot on her panties. “What about you? Need some relief. I can help. Let me eat you out, please.”
She laughs, and it kills me inside. “I’m fine.”
I whimper with disappointment.
“You're killing me, Baby Girl,” I whine.
“I know.” She grins. “But don’t worry, my plan will fix all that.”
“Really?” I huff. “Only way this–” I point to my dick. “Can be fixed is if I fuck you.”
“Or...” she grins, bending down to pull something out from under the table. She pulls out the dildo and strap-on I bought in hopes she was being serious about using it on me.
The one that the little fucking rat went into my room and stole! Then he fucking slapped me with it. One of these days, he’s going to wake up in the middle of a fucking lake on a boat, I swear. I might not be able to kill the little fucker, but I can try to make him disappear.
My body flushes as my breathing picks up. My hands twitch with the need to touch myself. I swear my knot is going to fucking explode here.
“I... fuck you.”
“Yes!” I blurt out. “Please, God, please fuck me.”
She bites her lip as she eyes me up and down. “I love how needy you are for me. It’s so much fun to see you beg and squirm.”
“You're a sadist,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at my crazy little Omega.
“And you're a masochist. A needy little cum slut who loves it when I use him,” she purrs as she steps forward. The whimper that leaves me seriously has me questioning my designation right now. “My own personal fuck toy. A dirty little whore. All... for... me.”
“Only you,” I moan as my hips thrust forward when she stops before me.
“You're winning the game,” she seductively reminds me as she runs the tip of the dildo over my hardened nipples. “You're so close, so close.”
Her eyes lift to mine, filled with this sexy power that I love, knowing she feels comfortable taking when she is with me.
“So close,” I groan. I’m talking about how I’m about to cum. I’m so close to blowing my load without anyone having to touch me.
She chuckles softly. “If you can win this game while I fuck that tight, firm ass, then I’ll ride that magnificent cock of yours until you have no more cum left in your body and you’re so spent, you can’t move from the bed.”
I’m three seconds away from getting on my knees and begging for her to do something to me. Anything.
“But...” she says, taking a step back and placing the dildo on the table so she can put the harness in place. “You need to get all the remaining balls. And you are only allowed three misses. If you fail, then your punishment is that you can only get off with your hand. And I don't get to ride you like my favorite amusement park attraction.” She grins as she puts the dildo into place.
Would I lose my man card if I start to sob like a little bitch right now? Because fuck me, I’m so damn close to crying in frustration from needing to fucking cum!
“What do you say?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Wanna play?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” I blurt out.
She grins. “Come.” She crooks her finger, and I nearly trip over my feet to get to her. “Bend over.”
Swallowing hard, my heart pounds in my ears as I do as I’m told. Anticipation fills me as I bend over the table, placing my hands on the felt.
Looking at her over my shoulder, I watch as she pulls my boxers down, then grabs a bottle of lube. “Have you ever had anything in your ass before?” she asks, squirting some on her finger.
“No.” The word comes out shakier than I wanted, giving away my nerves. Why the fuck am I so nervous right now?
“Really?” she asks, raising a brow. “For someone who’s so eager to have me fuck his ass, you don’t even know what it would feel like? What if you don’t like it?”
“I will,” I say with promise.
“Caleb,” she growls, her hand coming down hard on my ass. I grunt out a curse of surprise as arousal shoots to my already tortured dick. “Don’t lie to me.”
God, my cheeks are flaming right now.
“Okay, so maybe I played around with some toys,” I grumble.
“There's no shame in what you like, Caleb. I’m about to fuck you, I think you using a toy on yourself is a lot less of a big deal, don’t you?”
She’s right. I have nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Did you like it?” she asks, and I suck in a breath when I feel her finger rub against my back hole. “Did you like having something inside you while you stroked your dick?”
She slips a finger in slowly, and my eyes roll back. “Yes,” I groan, welcoming her in. Just between the two of us, this doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable. Because I may or may not have played around with a toy a few hours ago while I listened to Jake and Savvy fuck.
What? It was hot, her moans are my fucking kryptonite and I wanted a little extra help. So I may or may not still be a little prepped from before.
Also, I may or may not be wearing butt plugs for the majority of the day most days lately because I was grossly optimistic that what's happening right now would become a reality and I wanted to be ready.
“Caleb,” she moans with me as she starts to fuck me with her fingers. “Why is your ass so slick? Were you a naughty boy and playing with what's mine?”
“Yes.” My breathing picks up.
“When?”
“Earlier. While you were with Jake.”
“Hhhm,” she hums, adding another finger. My eyes roll at the added pressure. “Next time, I wanna watch you. I want to see you fuck yourself while our pack fucks me.”
“Oh god.” My head hangs as she removes her fingers and replaces it with the tip of the dildo.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and take my cock?” she asks, rubbing my cheeks before giving them a slap.
“Yes,” I moan. I’m so fucking gone for this Omega. She can do whatever the fuck she wants to me and I’ll take it and ask for more.
When she starts to press in, my eyes squeeze shut as my nails dig into the top of the pool table. My breathing comes out heavy, and I feel like my heart is going to explode.
Heat fills me, going right to my cock.
“Fuck, oh shit. I think–I think I’m gonna cum,” I struggle to get the words out, my mind spinning, overwhelmed with every cell in my body exploding as the dildo stretches, the pain quickly turning to pleasure.
“No you fucking won’t,” she growls and everything stops.
“Savannah,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You will not cum. Do you understand me?”
“Okay,” I rush out, not wanting her to stop. “Okay. I won’t cum.”
“Good boy,” she praises and I fucking melt.
I’m sweating, my body shaking by the time she’s fully in.
“Do you know how sexy it is to see me inside you? To watch your tight hole stretch around me?”
This power dynamic was never something I thought I’d be into. The idea of a woman taking control just never did it for me. But with Savannah? The moment I met her, I knew I wanted to be owned by her.
I can’t think. I don’t think I can even muster a full word.
“Grab the cue stick, Caleb. Let’s play.”
With shaky arms, I lift myself into a standing position, groaning as things shift with my movement.
Savvy leans over and kisses my spine, making me shudder as she wraps her arms around me. “I’ve got you, baby,” she murmurs, and it does shit to my heart. She’s perfect. My everything. Not having her in my life will never be an option.
Grabbing the stick, I line up the shot. And just as I’m about to shoot, Savvy pulls back and slowly thrusts back in.
“Fuck,” I shout, my body shuddering.
“Not even one ball yet.” She chuckles as she starts to pick up her pace. “Don’t you wanna cum?”
Gritting my teeth, I try again.
One ball down, but I was so close to missing.
“Good boy,” she praises.
Two. Three. Four.
With every shot I take, I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind. I'm a blubbering mess; my arms shake as sweat beads down my nose, dripping off at the tip.
I’m close to fucking hyperventilating. I’m so hard it’s painful. My balls feel like they’re going to burst and my knot is so swollen it might fucking fall off.
The floor is probably a mess by now.
Savvy grips my hips as she thrusts in hard, hitting my prostate, and I cry out in pleasure, missing my first shot.
“That's one miss.” She clicks her tongue. “I think you need some help concentrating.”
She pulls out of me, and I swallow down a sob. I’m about to look over at her, beg her to re-enter, even if this edging is pure fucking hell, but before I can, she’s slipping back inside me. She leans forward and wraps something around my neck.
“What's this?” I croak out as she snaps it into place.
“A collar and a leash,” she murmurs as she kisses my shoulder. “Anytime I think you’re about to lose control, I’ll give you a little tug and bring your mind back to the task at hand.”
My head hits the table as I finally let out a sob. “This isn’t helping. If anything, it’s making me harder... if that’s even fucking possible.”
Her soft chuckle fills my ear. “You’ve got this, baby. You're doing so good. I promise to reward you so well.”
I want to be her good boy. I want to pleasure her, to have her be proud of me. Something about it fills me with a purpose. I feel good making her proud.
But I fucking draw the line at getting down on my knees and walking like a fucking dog. We all have our limits. That's mine.
Shaking my head, I try to ignore how fucking wrecked my body is and take my next shot.
Every thrust pushes me to my breaking point. I’m getting to the point I don’t care what my punishment is as long as I can cum.
I’m so conflicted between pain and pleasure, I don't know what's up or what's down.
“Caleb.” She tugs on the leash, pulling me out of my head.
Only three more balls left to go. I’ve got this. I can do this.
It feels like a lifetime later, but I do it. I get all the balls in and only miss twice.
“Please. Baby girl, please make me cum. I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just let me come.” I don’t give a fuck about my man-card, I sob like a baby, ready to pass the fuck out.
“You did it,” she praises. “I’m so proud of you. You wanna cum?”
“Yes!” I cry out.
She yanks the leash, making me rise to my full height. Arms wrap around me as my eyes fall closed. I’m breathing so hard I really do think I’m going to pass out.
My fingers dig into the edge of the pool table, nostrils flaring, teeth gritted.
And when one of her hands wraps around my cock and the other one squeezes my knot, I’m done for.
With a cry of pleasure so loud that my voice breaks, I stiffen while my cock jerks violently as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over me.
I’m struggling to breathe as she strokes me through my release, cumming so hard my toes curl. It’s a never ending stream of cum as thick white ropes shoot out and cover the top of the pool table.
As torturous as this was, the pay off is fucking amazing.
I’m consumed by this euphoric feeling, swallowed up by ecstasy as stars burst behind my eyes.
Once the ringing in my ears dissipates and I’m brought back to life from whatever fucking planet I just visited, I slump forward, catching myself before I land face first in my cum.
“Caleb,” Savvy’s raspy voice fills my ears. “Please tell me you can cum again.”
“I don’t think I've stopped,” I croak out. “I don’t think my cock is going to go down anytime soon.”
“Good.” We both groan as she pulls out of me. “Because that was single-handedly the hottest thing in my entire life. No porn in this world can compare, and I’m so fucking horny that I think I’m going to cry.”
There’s a thud from something falling to the ground before I’m being spun around. I grunt as she shoves me back onto the table.
I don’t even care that my back is covered in my cum because the feral look in my Omega’s eyes as she climbs onto the table and straddles me has that desperate needy feeling rising back up within me. She lines my cock up with her dripping cunt and sinks down immediately.
She fucks me like her life depends on it while I lay there and take it. I couldn’t help even if I wanted to; my muscles are dead.
I watch as she bounces on top of me, her perfect breasts rising and falling as the most delicious sounds fall from her lips. She’s so fucking stunning.
I wanted her to cum first, but there’s no fucking way I can hold back my release anymore. I start cumming again, almost as hard as I did a moment ago, filling her up.
She looks down, seeing my cum dripping from her and it triggers her own release. My eyes roll back and another orgasm hits me as her cunt grips my cock like a vice.
As she’s cumming, she forces my knot inside her, and it only amplifies the climax.
It’s too much to handle, and I pass out.
When I come to, it’s with a groan because Savvy is still riding me.
I manage to get us to the ground when a burst of energy hits me, and I fuck her into the carpet below.
We go at it a few more times before running out of steam, lying on the floor in a mess of limbs, cum, and slick.
“I think you killed me,” I manage to get out, my voice hoarse.
“It’s okay. We’ll come back to life and do it again,” she replies sleepily.
I don’t think I can. I honestly think I might die if we go again so soon.
Thankfuly, I don’t worry about it as we both pass the fuck out.
W hen I woke up, I was on the ground in the basement alone, my Omega nowhere to be found.
After what felt like an hour, I was finally able to get to my feet and take a shower before finding Savannah in her bed wrapped around Walker.
I shouldn’t be stupid. I should just leave them be. They just ended their little honeymoon mating phase the other day. Now that he’s back to work with his insane schedule, she has to soak up any time she does get with him.
Leaving everyone to rest, I grab my baby girl and her bag as we head out on an adventure.
I’m sore as fuck, my body feels like I’ve gone twenty rounds with a kangaroo. Even with all that, I’m in the best mood of my life. I’m fucking walking on air, baby!
Best night of my life. Best sex of my life. I don’t think anything will ever top that.
Do I want a repeat? Fuck yes. But not anytime soon. I literally think I’ll die if I do.
Taking Athena out of the carseat, I strap her into the carrier on my chest and we head inside the building.
“Hi, how can I help you?” a very tattooed woman asks as she greets me at the counter.
“Do you take walk-ins?”
She smiles at the baby, waving at her before looking at me with a raised brow.
“Yes. But we don’t allow minors in here.”
“She’s just a baby? What’s she gonna do?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but she can’t be in here.”
“Listen, I really want to get a tattoo. We’re out having some bonding time. What’s the big deal?”
“You bring your baby to a tattoo shop for bonding time?” she asks, crossing her arms.
I narrow my eyes. “I see the judgment in your eyes. You don’t know me.”
“I know you might be crazy,” she mutters.
I don’t want to take the baby back. I took her so that she doesn’t wake anyone up, giving me time to slip out and slip back into the house before anyone knows I’m gone.
Sighing heavily, I take the baby out and hand her to the girl. She takes her with a shocked expression, eyes wide with fear.
“Sir, I’m going to call the cops if you–”
“No need.” I pull my badge out and show her.
She glares at it and huffs.
“Look, just play with the baby for a bit. She’s a good girl. It will be quick, I promise.”
She looks at Athena, who’s cooing up at her with her big blue eyes. That's my girl.
“Fine,” she mutters. “Tank!” she shouts. “Got a client for you.”
A beast of a guy comes out, and my face lights up. “T-man!” I shout. “It’s been a while.”
“Caleb?” He looks surprised but grins. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
How do I know this big, scary, tattooed man? Well, I put his dad in jail. And before you start thinking he should hate me for it, he doesn’t. I did that guy a favor, and we both know it.
I’ve seen the case photos of Tank when he was a teenager. All the bruises and broken bones.
“It’s good to see you. Fucking hell, you’ve grown. You've been eating your veggies, haven’t you, big guy?” I grin.
“Something like that,” he grunts. “Are you here for a tattoo?”
“Yup.”
He looks at the girl who’s totally entranced by my baby with a raised brow and then back to me.
“Come on back.”
An hour later, I have a smug as fuck smile on my face and new ink.
Tipping both Tank and the girl, the baby and I head back home.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Leroy snaps as soon as we step inside the house.
“We went out.” I shrug as he takes Athena from me. “Relax.”
“You just took the baby and didn’t tell any of us,” Walker growls.
My brows furrow. “I did,” I insist. “I left a note. It was on her bassinet.”
“There was no note,” Jake says.
“I left one.” I throw my hands up.
A chittering sound catches my attention, and I look over to see the little rat sitting on the stairs. It’s what's in his hand that catches my attention. “You!” I shout. “You stole the note.”
He shoves the paper into his mouth and takes off running up the stairs. I’m about to run after him to kill the little fucker when Leroy pulls me back.
“Wanna tell me what's going on and where you went?”
I give him an accusatory look. “Wanna tell me why you all left me on the ground, but took Savannah upstairs?”
“None of us were touching you. Do you know how many layers of cum and slick you were covered in?” Walker asks.
“You touched Savannah. She was covered in it, too.” I made sure of it. I coated her in my cum and she rubbed it in on her skin with a lust-filled smile. My dirty girl.
“Yeah, well, I love her,” Walker retorts as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Thanks, fucker,” I grumble.
“Caleb, focus,” Jake says, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“Oh, right.” A grin takes over my face. “Let me show you.”
Turning around, I grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them down.
“What the fuck, man. We don’t want to see your ass,” Leroy shouts.
“And why does it look like someone mauled it?” Walker groans in disgust.
“Wait. Is that a tattoo?” Jake asks.
“Yup!” I say.
“You got her name tattooed on your ass?” Leroy asks.
“Damn right I did.” Turning around, I pull up my pants with a proud grin on my face.
“Why on your ass?” Jake asks, brows furrowed.
“Because she owns it, duh.” I roll my eyes as Walker snorts.
“Why not get it on your heart or something?” Walker asks.
“I did that too.” I raise my shirt, and right over where Savvy’s carved her name into my skin sits a smaller version of it in black ink.
“Still can’t believe you have her name carved into your skin,” Jake mutters.
“You're just jealous,” I scoff. “You would cry like a little bitch if she did it to you.”
Jake glares at me and flips me off, making me laugh.
“If she already marked you, why get her name?” Leroy asks.
“Because.” I shrug. “She marked me with her name to show me she owns me. But these,” I point to the tattoo. “Is my way of letting her know that she owns me.”
“That's stupid,” Walker grumbles, and I find myself deflating, my smile falling.
But it doesn’t last long because a little body flings herself at me and I’m being peppered with kisses all over my face.
“I love you,” Savvy chants over and over with every kiss.
Giving the guys a smug as fuck grin, I hold my girl tight to me.
They might not understand it, but they don’t have to.
It’s Savannah who matters. She sees me.
And that's all I care about.
I’d give this Omega my heart if I could. I’d rip it right out of my chest and hand it to her on a silver platter.
My whole life I felt like something was wrong with me. I wasn’t like everyone else. But this woman. My Omega, she sees me. The real me.
She completes me.