24. Lyra
Without overthinking the situation, I reached up, curled my fingers over the waistband of his sweats, and pulled down. Fawn’s cock popped free and lay pulsing on his stomach, begging to be touched.
In school, we’d had to learn about all designations anatomy, but I’d never seen a male Omega’s dick in person before. They didn’t tend to be as impressive as an Alpha’s, nor did they have a knot since breeding others wasn’t really their purpose. It also accounted for the fact they didn’t have an overly pronounced pair of balls. They stayed much closer to the back of the dick instead of dropping like Alphas and Betas. Fawn made his dick more interesting by having pierced the tip of his cock with a thick metal hoop and a bar right at the base where it met his balls. This didn’t keep me from wanting to wrap my lips around it, in fact, I was even more interested to see what it felt like.
I ran my tongue up the length of Fawn’s cock, caressing his jewelry, causing him to cry out. “Oh fuck, angel.”
Pleased with his reaction, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the crown, flicking the hoop. Fawn bucked and yanked on the hair he still held as a slight amount of precum started to leak out of the tip. I slowly worked my way down until I kissed the skin at the base of his cock. Thankfully, Fawn wasn’t too thick or overly long. In fact, he was the perfect size not to choke me as I held him sheathed in my mouth for a moment before the last inch pushed deep into my throat so when I swallowed, it had the man writhing.
“Holy shit, holy shit!” He gasped. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing, angel.”
His praises urged me to continue, and I earnestly started to get Fawn to come. Shifting, I positioned myself to kneel between his legs, giving me a better angle. Fawn’s eyes rolled back in his head as I brushed my thumb over the entrance nestled between his ass cheeks. In a complex miracle of anatomy, male Omegas not only had everything needed for reproduction as a man but were also blessed with a womb to carry their own child. The entire purpose of an Omega was to ensure our world continued to exist by giving birth to other Alphas and Omegas, which was why it was so odd to hear of an Omega like myself who chose not to have children.
Unlike female Omegas, who have two entrances, males only have one. The way I’d found it easiest to understand is to think of your throat and mouth. With that one entrance, you can breathe, eat, or drink and not worry about choking. Your throat has a valve that flips open or closed depending on the need. Likewise, male Omegas have one entrance. Angle down, and you’d end up in the anal tract. Aiming upward, you would find the ‘vaginal’ opening to their reproductive organs. Just like female Omegas, male Omegas produced slick, a natural lubricant that allowed us to take whatever our Alphas had to give us, including their knots, without much foreplay. If the slick was flowing, then the Omega was more than ready.
Since I’d never fingered anyone before, I kept in mind what I liked and slipped in two fingers. It took me a second to feel the entrance to Fawn’s boy pussy, but I knew the second I found it. Cum shot into my mouth as Fawn screamed, and his back arched, thrusting his cock deeper. Unlike other males I’d been with, Fawn’s cum was just as sweet as his scent, making me wonder if it was an Omega thing. Knowing I loved my orgasms to be drawn out, I curled my fingers back and forth, stroking the walls of his pussy.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come again.” Fawn panted. “Don’t stop, please, please, please don’t stop. Yes, fuck, I’m so close.”
Fawn’s whole body shuddered as he came again, but this one was a dry orgasm. Unlike Alphas or Betas, Omegas can come an unlimited number of times, given the right stimulation. However, male Omegas could only ejaculate once or twice without being given a break. With one last suck, I pulled back, letting Fawn’s dick pop out of my mouth with a hum of delight.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered, kissing his bare stomach.
A bark of laughter burst out of Fawn as he cupped my face and pulled me closer. Being nearly the same height, our bodies pressed together perfectly as he kissed me. Our tongues fought for control as we both wanted to taste every inch of each other. Some switch had been flipped in Fawn as he asserted more control, yanking off my shirt before flipping us over so he was on top. Breaking the kiss, he worked down my neck, shoving up my sports bra and freeing my breasts. He proceeded to rub his face all over them before wrapping his lips around a nipple.
“Shit,” I moaned.
“Angel, you have no idea how badly I wanted to explore every inch of your body back at the spa,” Fawn shared, nipping at the soft underpart of my boob. “It was hell to turn down your offer, but I knew once I got started, I wasn’t gonna be able to stop. Here, safe in your apartment, I can discover all your secrets.”
His warm breath on my skin sent shivers of excitement up my spine. “Take all the time you need, Fawn. I’m not planning on going anywhere,” I said and wriggled out of my bra, tossing it to the floor. “All I ask is we’re both naked, so I can do the same to you.”
Not needing any other encouragement, Fawn got up, stripped out of his clothes, grabbed my pants and underwear, and yanked them off in one smooth motion. He paused as his jaw fell open, taking in every inch of me.
“You’re simply stunning, angel,” Fawn whispered, awestruck. “I want you to know I’ve never said that to another person in my life.”
Grabbing his phone, he turned toward me, but I snapped out a hand, sitting up. “Whoa, what are you doing?”
Startled at my reaction, he took half a step back. “I was gonna take a picture…”
“Why?” I challenged.
“So I’d never forget how lucky I am to have you,” Fawn answered, then seemed to understand my hesitation. “Angel, did you think I was going to share this with the others?”
I shrugged since I wasn’t sure what he’d do with a photo like that.
“Lyra, I might choose to show my body to the world with the work I do, but when it comes to anyone else, I’d never do such a thing. That would be a monumental breach of trust, not to mention a violation of someone’s privacy,” Fawn informed me, his face slightly flushed with outrage at the mere thought of this being done to someone. “Just so we’re absolutely clear on this matter, at no point will I ever share something of an intimate nature unless I have express permission and clear guidelines to do so.”
“Fawn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I absolutely believe you when you say you’d never do something without talking to me first,” I assured him, feeling a knot of guilt and fear tightening in the pit of my stomach. “No one has ever wanted to take a picture of me naked before, and I freaked out.”
Fawn let out a sigh while sitting beside me, then took my hand and looked me in the eye. “I need to apologize too. I overreacted. You had every right to question what I was doing since I didn’t ask if you’d be comfortable with me taking your picture. It was wrong of me to assume just because it’s common for the guys and me to do that. My hackles also got in a ruffle because I’ve had someone share explicit photos of me before I decided to start doing cam work on Rut Room. Knowing how I felt, it’s important to me that no one I care about experiences the same thing. Seems silly. I should still be mad about it when porn is my job now.”
“Not at all. Like you said, when something is done without our agreement, it feels like you’ve been violated,” I reasoned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, needing to reassure myself we were okay.
He returned my hug, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck for a moment before grinning at me. “Looks like we’ve successfully survived our first fight. Does that mean we get to have make-up sex now?”
Situations like this were commonplace in my previous pack, but they’d never been resolved quite so easily or had me smiling at the end of it. Typically, it would take time for the guys to calm down enough to talk things out. I was always the first to apologize and find a way to mend things between us. I’d always chalked up my willingness to fix things being tied to my Omega nature since we’re known for being the emotional peacekeepers of a pack. However, now I was starting to think I might have been as much the problem as the person to find the solution. Why did I spend so long trying to fit myself into a puzzle that I wasn’t even meant to be part of?
“I’m not sure how that works if we’ve never had normal sex,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, that and I totally killed the mood.” Fawn pouted. “Can we cuddle naked while we pick up where we left off in the movie?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, pulling him down so he was half-sprawled over me. “Naked cuddles are the best way to cuddle.”
“Hell yeah, it is, but trying to make it happen with an Alpha is nearly impossible,” Fawn added. “Well, I guess that’s not totally true. Tanner can cuddle like this as long as he can keep his cock warm inside me. Those kinds of cuddles are pretty amazing.”
“Hmm, I’ve never done that. Sounds like something I’ll have to ask Tanner about,” I mused aloud as we got comfortable and started the movie once more.
We managed to make it until the boat scene, which turned out to be a ten-minute montage of sex that made my previous heats pale in comparison. There wasn’t a surface on that boat they didn’t fuck on, and it was impressive. I wasn’t shocked in the least when I felt Fawn’s dick start to harden against my thigh, but I ignored it until he absently started to circle my nipple with a finger. This time, I managed to pause the movie before getting lost in another make-out session.
Fawn was setting the tone, and he clearly intended this to be all about me. He took his time working slowly down my body, purring every time he drew a moan or a gasp from his actions. “I told you, angel, I want to know all your body’s secrets.” And the man made good on his word.
Finally, Fawn paused at my ankle, taking a moment to grin at me, pleased with the puddle of goo I’d turned into. Sweat glistened on my body, and my breath came in low, quicks pants as my pussy screamed for someone to give it some attention. On his journey of exploration, Fawn had purposely avoided the fountain of pleasure, teasing me by letting his teeth scrape along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My body was humming with electric energy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I exploded with the right touch.
“Please, Fawn, I need to come,” I whimpered, my freshly manicured nails clawing at the pillow behind my head. “I’m going to lose my mind if you leave me like this.”
“Shh, angel,” Fawn soothed, slipping a hand behind my left knee so he could pull it to the side, opening me up to him. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going to leave my girl in need.”
He kissed and nipped the inside of my knee as he crawled forward, making me cry out.
“You’re my first, Lyra, and you’ll also be my last. There won’t be another woman who calls to me like you do,” Fawn shared. “I didn’t think I’d ever be attracted to a woman until I laid eyes on you. It’s like you were a piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing, but I finally feel complete.”
As if to prove his feelings to me, the second he finished bearing his heart and soul to me, he buried his face in my pussy. One lick is all it took, and I was seeing stars. It felt as if fireworks had gone off in my brain as he continued to feast on my drenched pussy. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this fucking turned on from foreplay alone. Sex had always felt good, but damn, were Eli and Fawn making me question what I thought was good?
Fawn didn’t have the skill or confidence that Eli did, but why would he? Sucking dick and eating out a woman were two very different skills, but Fawn was doing just fine. That is, until he tried to finger me. Taking two fingers, he thrust them up into me as you would for a male Omega. Since I wasn’t, his fingers slammed into the upper wall of my vagina, and it felt like someone kicked me in the chest. Thinking he’d gotten it wrong, he pulled back and jabbed again, only to hit the pee hole.
“Shit,” I swore, curling up instinctively at the burn the accidental assault induced.
“Lyra, oh my God, what did I do? Goddammit, I fucked up, didn’t I? Don’t try to lie to me. The look on your face says you’re in pain,” Fawn said in a panic, scrambling off the couch and clutching his head. “I knew it would have been smarter to have one of the guys around for the first time.”
The pain was short-lived, and I think it surprised me more than anything else. In some situations, your body took control and reacted however it thought was best. Fawn hadn’t truly hurt me or done any damage. It reminded me of the first time I gave a guy a blow job and bit down when he thrust too deep. Nobody is perfect out the gate, but you have to start somewhere and with someone.
“Hey, none of that,” I chided, sitting up. “It’s not that big of a deal, and certainly no reason for you to beat yourself up like that.”
“But I hurt you,” Fawn shot back, far more upset than I realized. “What kind of idiot hurts the woman they’re falling in love with? That’s not how this was supposed to go. I even made sure to look things up ahead of time to be ready.”
Seeing how frustrated he was with himself, my heart ached, but I didn’t know how to help. “Hey, why don’t you go into the bathroom, splash some water on your face, and I’ll make popcorn?”
He nodded and got up, snagging his phone before he headed into my bedroom. I know I need space to sort through my feelings when I get that upset at myself, and having an audience only made things worse. I grabbed a robe I’d left on the armchair from another day and padded into the kitchen. Once I got the popcorn going, I pulled out my soda maker. Not one to drink soda often, I found this was the best solution so I could make whatever flavor I wanted without buying multiple cans or bottles. Looking over the flavors, I found I had strawberry, and I smiled, thinking about the drink Fawn ordered at the Scent Matchers. Thanks to enjoying cream in my tea and coffee, I had some in the refrigerator, meaning I could make a strawberry Italian soda.
By the time I had everything settled, Fawn rejoined me. He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Lyra,” he whispered. “I’ve been building up this moment in my head since I met you, and when I fucked it all up?—”
Twisting in his hold, I grabbed his face and kissed him, cutting off his words. “Shh, darling, it’s going to be okay. I’m fine… you didn’t hurt me. It was more of a surprise than anything.” I soothed him, kissing him as I talked. “There is no reason to apologize, but I understand the need to feel like you should when you’re this upset with yourself.”
Fawn rested his forehead against mine. “How can you understand me so easily? It’s like you can see into my brain and know what I’m thinking.”
“Simple, really. You and I think rather alike,” I pointed out with a little chuckle. “However, you seem to have found a way to move past your fear and anxiety to enjoy the life you have now. That’s something I’ve been working on for a long time. I just can’t seem to figure out how to trust or accept the reality that I might never get there. If only I could hide my issues enough so those I care about wouldn’t worry as much.”
Frowning, Fawn snorted, clearly not agreeing with my assessment. “Angel, you really have no clue how strong and amazing you are. I left home by choice, lived on the streets, and sold myself to get by, turning into a sex addict along the way. Be glad you don’t hide behind a mask like I do. It’s nearly impossible to learn how to be authentic again when you’ve forgotten what the real you looks like.”
“Fawn—” I started to argue, but he cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips.
“You told me your family was ripped from you at the age of thirteen, and you were left to fend for yourself. Lyra, you could have ended up like me but chose to finish school, attend college, and get a job.” Fawn was now cupping my face, his expression so earnest as he spoke it had tears welling up. “You have every right to be proud of what you’ve accomplished while having no one in your corner. The way I see it, the people in your life let you down, forcing you to do everything on your own. Yet somehow, all you can see is how you failed everyone else around you. Angel, you have such a big heart and so much love to give, but the past has caused you to be so guarded. Walls take years to go up, so why do you think it would be so simple to tear them down again?”
His question hit me right in the gut. Dr. Barnett had once asked me something similar, and I hadn’t been able to give her an answer back then, nor do I have one now. Why did things have to be so hard when, for so many, it was simple? Fawn was right. I had a lot to be grateful for, and a life others would jump at the chance to have. Yet why did it feel so empty? All that finding my scent matches had done was pull the blindfold off my life and reveal the truth—I hadn’t really been living—I’d been surviving.
I nestled my face in the crook of Fawn’s neck as he hugged me tightly. He was still naked, allowing me to feel the comfort he was offering to me through his touch and scent. I picked up notes of my scent lingering, and it made me smile to think he had a little piece of me to carry with him. Of course, it would fade when he took a shower, but I was going to enjoy the moment while it lasted. The only way to have a scent of another linger was when an Alpha left their mark, bonding the Omega or Beta to them. Omegas could also leave a mark on their Alphas completing the bond. On rare occasions, Omegas have marked a Beta they feel deeply connected to, forming a pseudo bond. The Beta couldn’t leave a mark on the Omega, but they would bear the Omega’s mark, claiming them for life.
A loud knock sounded on the front door before it burst open a moment later, and there stood Eli. His chest was heaving like he’d run up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, and his hair was disheveled. I could tell the moment our scents hit him, along with the knowledge that we’d been fooling around. He slowly turned his head, and his icy-blue gaze fell on us, but the blacks of his eyes were mere pinpoints.
“Eli, what’s wrong?” I asked, stepping out of Fawn’s hold, but he grabbed my wrist to keep the kitchen counter between us.
“Fawn…” Eli bit out, “… said there was trouble. You needed me.”
My gaze snapped back to Fawn. “What did you say to him?”