Chapter Thirteen
Shilo
I took Nico’s hand, and we headed out, passing by Ares on the way, arms crossed outside the door. Horace sat across the parking lot, head down in Ares’s car. The leash had been wrapped a few times around the headrest of the car.
He leaned toward me as I halted, eying my golf cart as the fastest mode of transportation between the rec center and my bed.
“He got pretty worked up in there. I know you get sick over fear, so pay attention to that scent coming off him.” He elbowed me and it finally registered with me that the fear I hated had morphed into something sweet and alluring.
Any omega sufficiently trapped by an alpha or driven to panic had one defense mechanism… Estrus. Nico had been driven to heat by sheer panic.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Exactly. Get to it.” Ares slapped my back and marched off while Nico gave me a sidelong glance.
He didn’t look behind him, not at his departing father, nor at Ares or Horace. In a way, it made me sad for him. Though, I’d not been very close to my own father before he went off on his own. As a beta, my father had worked hard to stand in place of pack alpha. It was rare and my grandfather allowed it, but he never cared. He never showed the potential I did. “If only my grandfather were here to see this.”
“Sorry for your loss,” Nico said, but I laughed.
“No, he’s on an extended vacation in Alaska with Grandma.” Shilo laughed. “He handed control over to me. My beta father just wasn’t leadership material.”
“Because he was beta?” Nico halted in step, and I halted too, turning to face him. His expression twisted into something sad.
“No, because he had no loyalty to family or pack.” I snorted a half laugh.
“What did he do?” Nico frowned.
“Knocked my mom up and skipped town to join the military. Grandpa raised me. My mom comes to visit every now and then, but we’re not super close. Alpha pups need an alpha in their lives and Mom’s family was all betas.”
“My father has a few females he spends time with, but he mostly goes for omegas, so he doesn’t have many beta kids at all. A handful with the women.” Nico pursed his lips in thought. An alpha and female could make any gender, but an alpha-omega pair only yielded alphas and omegas. Two betas could make omegas occasionally, which is why there were often slightly more omegas than alphas who liked omegas. In a way, alphas having a few omegas was a kindness. But I always suspected that societal pressures kept more betas from seeking omegas.
“I don’t like harems. I’m glad you know I won’t go that way. My grandfather taught me better. Any alpha is welcome to look down on me, and I know my pack is small, but we’re happy and there’s a lot to be said for happiness.” I drew Nico to me once more, inhaling his scent deeply. I hated fear, and I hated that his body decided to resort to heat as a defense.
“Your pack is wonderful. I had every opportunity to leave if I wanted. I really want to stay, though. And I want to return this bite, Shilo.” Nico rested a hand on his neck and flashed teeth with a little of his wolf in them.
“I think all those alphas threw you. You scent of heat, getting stronger.” I nosed through the hair atop his head.
“Shut up and get me home and do me, alpha.” Nico snorted and nuzzled into my chest. “Like you can’t afford a pup. Pft.”
“I think you’ll be a fine father if you want.” It’d been my dream for a while to have a family, to snuggle with my mate and a pup…pups. Multiples were far less common to shifters than our wild counterparts, but I wanted family.
“Hopefully. Now, take me home and make me yours.” Nico pulled away, grabbing my wrist as he insistently pulled me toward the golf cart.
“Hold on! Are you really su—”
“Hurry the fuck up or we’re fucking on the golf cart, Shilo.” His sharp retort had my cock waking up, twitching in my pants with more than interest.
“What if I’m not ready?”
“Then I’m going home without you and getting started. You can join in when you finally lose it.” Nico huffed and smirked before swinging into the cart and sitting back in a rather inviting pose. No, not inviting. Any pose he had would be inviting, with that scent permeating the air around him.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and started it with a twist. “High-ho, my sex chariot!”
“Your noble steed is more of a mule…” Nico picked at a spot of flaking paint and laughed.
“And this mule is why Kenny will probably go to college.” I gave his thigh a squeeze and his teasing stopped there.
“And why I respect you.” Nico quieted and bit his lower lip as we took off across the pack grounds and cut through some yards. I had an omega to ravage.
If my cart could have gone any faster, I’d have spun out in the driveway, drifting into place, but as it stood, I bumpily trundled as fast as the grinding motor could take us and parked with a jerky push to the brakes. With little effort, I hit the garage door closed button and pulled Nico out with me, struggling to hold him in my arms in a full bridal carry, giggling with every awkward step.
“Make me yours, alpha.” His breathy voice made my core tighten.
“You’re already mine. I have the papers from the pound and everything. Now I just gotta go get you chipped and your vaccines.” I snickered. We had a local vet that would fudge the paperwork for his neutering that we’d promised the shelter we’d do. In any case, our pups would never end up in a shelter.
“Corny,” Nico said, leaning up in my arms to kiss the underside of my jaw.
“H, not C. Horny.” I grinned and elbowed a few doors open until I unceremoniously tossed him onto my bed.
I’d scented heat before, made love to an omega or two—not that I kept some ceremonial tally of my bed partners. I’d also been with females, though they lacked a certain thrill that an omega did for me. In heat, though? I’d never had that with an omega before. Part of me loved it, and the rest of me had feral instinct snarling at me in the back of my head to fuck, knot, and nut as fast as possible. My wolf brain agreed.
Slowly, take time. Enjoy it, I thought, to calm my instincts.
I pinned Nico on his back, thumb hooked in his waistband, circling to flick his brass button. The stiff, new jeans slid down his hips, exposing the soft nest of hair I adored to run my fingers through. He’d offered to shave for me, and maybe someday I’d take him up on it, but for the time being, I relished the brush of it against me. It highlighted his form and held the strong scent of his omega nature, inviting me for scenting all the time.
I’d been cautious with him since he’d arrived, a gentle lover taking my time, but I had the desire for some expediency. When his cock sprang free, dripping with need, foreskin pulled back already, I descended on him, drool basting my lower chin before I even had him to root. There, I relished the startled cry of pleasure he stifled beneath me with a squirm.
He was sweet. I’d never tasted something so addictive, his nectar drawing me in like a bee to a flower. Nature had me by the balls and I groaned with a desperate suck. My tongue writhed in my mouth rolling along his shaft. Every drop I could coax from him seemed more important than the next, and a fevered haze had me until his whimpers of protest brought me back to consciousness in time to taste the sweet spill of his release.
I pulled back, letting him bathe my tongue and swallowed with a thick groan.
“Shilo, please.” Nico’s breathless whimper drew my gaze. His chest heaved, rising and falling to the tune of his own need. Sweat trailed his brow, though the house was probably in the sixties.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.” He struggled, kicking at his legs to get his jeans off. I aided as best I could, kicking my own pants off, cock achingly hard as it met the cold air.
He wasted no time in rolling over, presenting his ass for me, though I rarely took him that way before. Despite my urgency to thrust into him, I took my time, kissing up the back of his thighs, licking over the globe of one cheek before trailing my lips to his crease where I tasted his welling slick. If I thought his spend was sweet, his slick was sweeter, pure honey drawing me in for a possessive growl. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“Can your dick taste?” His tone matched my own growl.
“No,” I chuckled, lapping a streak over his twitching hole.
“Okay, then. Cock, now.” His demand had me lap at his hole once more, tongue pushing inside to see if he was pliant already. I was used to him needing more prep work, but he yielded to me. So, satisfied, I glided my way up and over his body, bracing one hand on the bed as my other guided my cock. I used my knee to tap his legs apart a little and pushed the head against his fluttering hole.
He sighed with utter bliss, pushed back, and took that leap for me, grinding his hips back with insistent urgency. As worked up as he was, he likely needed a knot far worse than I needed to give one. His body craved that for completion. I circled my hips to give him some of the missing sensation and leaned down to bite his shoulder. “Like this?”
His chest shuddered, and I reached around to stroke his softened cock. Barely a few heartbeats passed between softness and peak, and he was there again, firm against my fingers. His inner walls squeezed over my cock, and I relished the sensation before snapping my hips back and forth to test his resolve.
He grunted and moaned, body shaking. Again, I thrusted, and again he welcomed me, spurring me on to a fervent rut. “Omega mine. I want nothing more than to wake with you of a morning and run on moonlit nights. I want your mind and your body, in good times and dire. And if I have my way, I want you carrying my pups, no other.”
My words seemed to have an effect on him, and he keened, accepting me deeper as his back dipped and hips flexed. His cock bucked in my hand. “I want you, Shilo. I want you as my alpha, my all. I’ll be at your side through it all and if it is the will of the goddesses, I’ll bear your pups. Give it to me, alpha. Fill me, please.”
His whispered pleading made my cock ache, knot tingle, and body sweat. The orgasm started at the base of my spine, rising along every vertebra with an explosion of pure pleasure. I locked my hips, brought my hands to his side, and held him down as my knot filled, locking him to my hips with overwhelming purpose.
A knot for an omega in heat was different. It was harder, bigger. I locked in as my balls emptied themselves with pulse after pulse to the depths of his heated core. We cried aloud in tandem as sharp streaks of cum littered the bedspread until we fell to our sides, locked together. No knot would last me longer; no knot had before.
He swore under his breath, leaning his head back to draw me over his shoulder, my lips brushing the back of his neck so close to my mark. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He hummed and luxuriated in the sensations, rolling his hips to keep me on the edge of pleasure, shooting into him with spend I didn’t know I had left to give. I wanted nothing more than to lay locked with him like that forever. “You feel good, too.”
He hummed and squirmed, keeping my knot achingly sensitized to his motions. Instinct would have him keep me that way until it was certain my seed was sufficiently in there. “Nico?”
“Hmm?” He turned his head over his shoulder to catch my gaze awkwardly. “What’s up?”
The hazy glaze of lust in his eyes made my heart stutter. It was a shame I couldn’t kiss him. “I love you.”
He reached over to cup the back of my head and hold me there. We couldn’t kiss, not in that position, but he raked his fingers over my scalp as he worked his hips in purposeful tugs. “I love you—too.”
He punctuated his words with a grunt, my knot popping free of him as he turned to face me in bed. “Kiss me.”
And I did.
And I’d kiss nobody like that ever again.