Chapter 40 #2
She emphatically nods her head, her previous embarrassment drowned out by the desperate hunger clawing from within.
“Okay,” I breathe, shaking my head again to think through the fog of my arousal. “Okay.”
Think like a soldier, Shade.
This is a problem, and I need to provide a solution. This is what I’m good at. My problem-solving test results were off the charts, so this should be a breeze. Except I can’t think. My head is swimming in Omega pheromones.
Ah, that’s it. She seems to like my scent.
“Okay, here you go, baby girl.” I reach over my head and pull off my shirt, the sweat from our hike making it extra musky. I lay it down on the ground for her to sit on. It’s not a nest, but it’s better than the cold dirt. “Take your time to, err… take care of yourself. I’ll just head over—”
I search the tree line for somewhere to make myself scarce.
An unmistakable sound of her purr catches my attention.
It’s deep, and needy, and intimate.
Every time she’s purred for Viper while he’s tucked her into her nest, my cock has been rock-fucking-hard for hours.
“Shade, please don’t leave.”
She’s purring for me.
Her big, purple eyes look imploringly at me.
I have to back away from this situation. The others will skin me alive if I touch her when I’ve been the one harping on about staying professional.
But I can’t leave her. Not when she’s asking for me. The Beta. The one she shouldn’t want.
I forcefully rake my hand through my hair, releasing a deep exhale.
“I won’t go. I’ll just look away, okay?”
She frowns, but nods.
I give her my naked back, and I can feel her eyes skating over my skin like a hot brand.
I have a scar on my right shoulder blade, the skin raised, pink and shiny, from when I caught a machete during a covert operation in the north.
The locals weren’t happy to see the military in their region and took us by surprise while we staked out a nearby hostile human encampment.
Scorch Squad was still new back then, and I’d felt out of my depth on a team with such accomplished Alphas.
But as I bled like a stuck pig, waiting for my Beta healing to kick in, Viper had clapped me on the shoulder with pride.
He said that we were brothers now, connected by the blood we spilled together.
When the wound healed over, he helped me dig the knife back in, interrupting the healing process and creating a permanent scar.
It’s a symbol of my belonging. A lifelong mark that proves I’m one of them.
I focus on breathing evenly, each breath pushing the need for her deeper inside me.
After a few moments, I hear the rustle of fabric as she unzips her pants. The soft groan that follows has my palms itching to touch her, but I stay rooted to the spot.
Her heavy breathing hitches and I know she’s touching her clit. I press my forehead to the tops of my knees and squeeze my eyes shut.
The sounds coming from behind me are obscene. Soft, wet noises as she plays with her pussy. I try to breathe through my mouth and not my nose, but her scent keeps getting stronger.
I think I age a hundred years as I wait for her to reach her release.
Except she never does. Small squeaks of frustration finally explode in a scream of defeat.
“I can’t!”
My whole body shakes as I struggle to block out the very real temptation to look back at her.
“Shade…” she sounds so desperate. So needy. Asking prettily for me.
I pinch the back of my hand to keep a steady hold of myself. It works until she speaks again.
“…Daddy, please touch me.”
I’m done. I’m broken. There isn’t a decision to make. I simply give up fighting what we both want.
She called me Daddy. I knew she’d noticed my interest when she’d called me ‘Squad Daddy’ before, but she’s using the term like a weapon. It’s a critical hit.
“Baby girl, you’ve done it now,” I growl, fire flooding my veins as I turn and take her in.
Her pants are off entirely, leaving one pant leg drooping from her boot and her wet white panties sticking to her swollen lower lips.
“Daddy, I need you.”
She looks so sweet and vulnerable laying before me, and the need to protect her swells within me.
“Okay, sweet little Omega. I’m going to make you feel so good. We’ll take care of the ache and then you’ll feel better.”
I crawl between her legs and lock eyes with her as I press my hands to the inside of her knees and push. She lets me move her body like a doll.
I lower my head and hover above her glistening pussy, letting her feel the hot puffs of air on the wet fabric of her panties. I inhale deeply and my head swims from the intense scent.
“Please, Daddy Shade. It aches.”
The others will understand. How can I resist her sweet pleas?
I dive in, licking a gentle stripe from the base of her hot pussy to the top. I don’t touch her clit, not knowing how sensitive she is.
My baby girl is going to be treated like a queen.
“Hold on to my hair, use me to get yourself off,” I grunt before diving back down. I suck on the wet panties, groaning to myself as her slick coats my tongue. I’ve never understood the Alpha hysteria over Omega slick, but I do now.
I want her to coat me in it.
With one finger, I tug down the fabric by the gusset, revealing her thick thighs.
“Oh, look at you. You’re all swollen and so wet. My baby girl has such a pretty pussy,” I say softly, watching as the praise washes over her like a soothing caress, and she preens. I thought I detected a praise kink, but this is the confirmation I needed.
Licking slow circles around her nub, I don’t directly touch it but graze it with my teeth and lips. Her hips buck up as if magnetized by my touch, and a deep purr escapes her throat that sends shivers down my spine.
Finally, I press the flat of my tongue against her throbbing sweet spot and move the ball of my tongue piercing against her.
“Yes!” she screams so loud the birds twittering on a nearby tree startle and take flight.
Her hands clench around my hair, pressing me roughly into her core as her hips buck wildly. I hook my arms underneath her thighs and let her ride my face. I don’t need air, I just need the taste of her slick in my mouth for the rest of my life.
I work her with consistent pressure, letting her move the ball of metal over her needy clit, how she likes it, until finally she tenses.
And then she’s coming.
Her orgasm is full-bodied. Her back arches off the forest floor, eyes screwed shut in exquisite agony. With her small fingers clenched in the dirt, she tries to ground herself to reality. Those pretty pink lips part in a soundless scream, glistening in the dappled afternoon light.
She’s perfect.
Everything that is wrong with the world fades away until it’s just this gorgeous creature falling apart on my tongue.
I bask in it as she shivers and shakes beneath me. I pull back as far as her tight grip will allow and gently clean the slick from her sweet folds with long, steady licks.
She finally drops her hands from my hair, and her hips relax.
“You’re such a good Omega, coming for me, aren’t you?”
Planting a gentle kiss on her clit, I sit back to grant her a couple of seconds to regain her composure. “I want to hear you say it.”
She opens her eyes and blinks down at me in confusion.
“I want to hear you say you’re Daddy’s good little Omega.”
I half expect her to look at me in revulsion as her haze of arousal dissipates, but if anything, the heat grows in those purple orbs.
Her tongue darts out and licks her lips.
“I’m—” she swallows.
“Go on, say it.”
“I’m Daddy’s good little Omega.”
Fuck.
I don’t know why I did that to myself. I’ll never have a wank again without hearing her quivering, needy voice rasping those words to me.
Too late now. It’s logged into my audiographic memory bank.
I smile broadly as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I adjust myself. I’m rock hard and leaking consistently from the tip, yet I’ve never felt more satisfied in my life.
“Better,” she sighs, gathering herself and tugging her pants back on. Beneath her, my shirt sports a large wet patch, thoroughly soaked in Omega release.
Reality of the situation slams into me like a punch to the gut.
I can’t go back to camp smelling like Omega slick. Knox will lose his shit.
Fuck, I’m usually ten steps ahead, but Halley Sparks has me making rash decisions.
There’s a small mountain stream at the bottom of this hill I can wash off in.
Halley is still basking in her post orgasm bliss, but I know she’s tired. We’ve worked her so hard and I don’t have it in me to make her walk down and back up this hill again.
It’s a straight shot down to our camp from here, so I’ll send her off on her own while I clean up.
She’ll be fine. It’s not too far and it’ll be for the best if the others don’t see us walking in together. Her scent is muted. The orgasm seems to have blunted the alluring sultry edge. It’ll be easier for everyone back at camp without her scent acting like a pent-up siren call.
That’s what I’m telling myself.
A sick, horrified part of me knows it’s a lie.
I’m battling guilt about my actions. Not for being with Halley, but for betraying my blood brothers. We all agreed not to get involved with the Omega.
I never thought I’d be the one to break the oath.