Chapter 15
AGELIUS
This omega was going to be the death of me.
First, he ran away after several days of the most amazing sex together, and now it was clear he thought he wasn’t good enough for me.
Which, now I thought about it, might explain why he’d run off.
His face was an open book, I could see all his emotions as they slid across his beautiful features – when he wasn’t hiding his face from me, that was.
He liked to hide, my little omega. He valued himself so little, it was sad to see.
Such a beautiful omega, and that’s what living in this pack had done to him.
Crushed him, made him feel worthless. I was even more determined to get him out of here.
But first, I had something more pressing to take care of.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. I could taste the salty traces of his tears on them, and I licked them clean.
He whimpered. My tongue probed those soft lips, urging them open.
When, with a muted sigh, he did, my tongue surged in, tasting him, exploring him, savoring him…
dominating him. I leant down, pressing him into the mattress, pinning him down with my chest. I felt the moment when he submitted to me completely, his body going boneless and pliant beneath me, accepting my tongue’s ravishing and kissing me back fervently.
When we were both panting and flushed, my dick painfully hard and rubbing against his thigh, I pulled back. His pupils were blown wide, and he looked dazed. I’m sure I looked the same.
“You can stop me anytime,” I promised him.
“Okay.”
“I mean it,” I insisted. “I’m not like Zarbius or his betas. If you change your mind or you want me to stop, tell me and I will. I won’t be angry, I promise. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Not with me. Not ever.”
“I trust you,” he whispered.
I kissed him again, slow and deliberate, as though I was making a vow.
The kiss started gentle, but it didn’t stay that way.
Before long, I was literally eating him alive and he was responding with enthusiasm.
I ran my hands down his sides, feeling the supple skin, the feather-soft hairs of his body, the little shivers as my fingers traced his curves.
I dropped hungry kisses down the length of his neck and peppered them across his chest. Finding his nipples, I sucked and teased with my teeth as he arched beneath me.
He felt warm and alive in my arms.
I slid further down the bed, settling myself between his thighs. He was my mate, even if he didn’t realize it yet, and I was determined to make him feel good.
His breath hitched as I licked a wet stripe up the underside of his swollen cock. Curling my tongue around the rim, I sucked the glans into my mouth. He whimpered, trembling.
Would he like it if I used my teeth, I wondered. If he was my true mate, my fated mate, he’d be made just for me, so I figured he probably would.
Experimentally, I grazed my teeth lightly over the head of his cock. From the way he hissed and pushed his hips further into my face, I concluded that he did, in fact, enjoy a little bit of teeth.
“M-more?” he said it like a question, like he wasn’t sure it was okay to ask for it.
“Anything you want. Tell me what you need,” I encouraged him. “I want to make you feel so good.”
“More of that, alpha,” he growled. I chuckled, and he shivered at the vibration around his dick. For a timid omega, he was surprisingly brave in how he spoke to me, an alpha he barely knew except for a few hot days together during his heat, and there hadn’t been much talking then.
I ran my teeth down his length, nibbling gently, occasionally biting – not too hard, just enough to make him squirm.
The noises he made were delicious. They went straight to my groin, and my already hard dick went even harder.
I could feel the wetness in my sweatpants as I leaked.
I was startled to realize that maybe I wasn’t going to last.
This time when I reached the base of his cock, I kept going, sucking his balls into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue as he groaned and tried not to squirm.
He was completely vulnerable with his balls in my mouth, but he didn’t try to stop me.
The trust warmed something in my chest, and I hummed softly. The omega moaned.
I released his balls with a dirty, wet, plopping noise, pushed his knees up towards his chest, and licked my way down his taint until I reached his hole.
Drawing back, I admired the sweet pink pucker. It glistened with slick. Leaning in, I blew a hot breath over his twitching entrance before licking around it in a circular motion. The omega whimpered, his breath stuttering.
“Please...” he begged, grasping his knees and pulling them tightly towards himself.
I did it again, then pushed the tip of my tongue in deep, relishing his deep groan.
Although he wasn’t in heat this time, his slick was copious and he tasted fucking delicious.
I fucked him gently with my tongue until I couldn’t bear his sweet noises anymore.
If I didn’t want to come in my sweats, I was going to have to move things along.
Replacing my tongue with a finger, then two, and finally three, to the chorus of a litany of moans and whimpers, I opened him up.
“Ready for me?” I asked him, as I removed my fingers and tugged down my waistband, allowing my erection to bob free.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” begged my sweet little omega. He looked so beautiful writhing wantonly on the bed with his pale skin flushed a delightful pink, quite different from his normal shy self, that I took a minute to admire him.
“Alpha! Now!” he commanded suddenly. I grinned, delighted that he was being so demanding.
I pressed my cock up against his hole and slid in easily, his tunnel opening to receive me, his muscle clasping me tightly. I gave him a moment to adjust before beginning to move, thrusting my hips slowly at first, then faster. He pushed back, thrusting down onto me.
“Harder!”
I grunted with the exertion as I snapped my hips harder and faster, railing him into the mattress.
My body grew slick from sweat, my hips slapping into him with a filthy squelching sound.
He moved beneath me, groaning and swearing, his face and body flushed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The pressure of his sweet body around mine, the feel of his soft skin as it rubbed against me, his utter abandon as he writhed and begged for more, all pushed me to the brink, but I didn’t want to go first. I took his dick in my hand and gave it a firm stroke as I adjusted my angle and drove my cock into his prostate.
He screamed as he came, long spurts of creamy liquid hitting his chest, and I followed him over the edge, collapsing on the mattress beside him with spots dancing before my eyes.
When my head had cleared, I pulled him to my chest and whispered, “Was that okay? Are you alright?”
He giggled, a soft tinkling sound that lit up the night. “That was… perfect,” he said, snuggling in close. A minute later and he was asleep, his soft little snores so endearing I wanted to protect him forever.
Shortly after, I followed him into slumber.