Page 14 of Wild Omega

That sweet scent sharpens, and my knees go weak. I’m pathetic. Callisto doesn’t even know I have a boyfriend, if that’s what you’d call this messy thing we have going on. Hudson’s one of those betas with an alpha complex. Reckons the world birthed him the wrong designation, and he’s got the size and aggression to back up his claim.

He peels my collar to the side and grazes his teeth against my bare shoulder. “What’s the new passcode, Rick?”

I grit my teeth. I changed it for exactly this reason, so I didn’t end up with more unexpected booty calls. In the past, he’s woken me in the middle of the night by climbing into bed and demanding sex.

“Just leave,” I mutter, glancing at the code pad within reach.

“I’ll leave.” He nibbles on my ear, smothering me in his scent. “Right after I’ve worked my aching cock through your ass as long as I want to and taken care of this minor problem.” He fists my cock through my pants and strokes.

Fuck it. I’m raw and needy with Callisto’s laughter still echoing in my ears. Plus, experience tells me Hudson won’t leave until he gets what he wants. “Nine-three-one-eight-three.”

He smirks in triumph and reaches over to tap it in one-handed, without letting go of me. “Was that so hard, precious?”

Yep. It cost me my pride, and probably most of my sleep—and tore another hole in that deep part of me that wonders if I’ll ever be truly loved.

Hudson sweeps me up over his shoulder, digging his teeth into my hip in warning as he carries me through the door. He kicks it shut with a loud thump which surely wakes my downstairs neighbor.

“Cute trick, changing the lock,” Hudson hisses, putting me down on my feet. “Think twice before you do it again.” He slams me against the wall, knocking the air from my lungs. “Do you think you’re too good for this beta, alpha?”

“No,” I gasp, pain flaring across my shoulder blades.

He drops my jeans before pinning me there with his bigger body while he fists his cock. “You’re lucky I find a bit of defiance a turn-on. And you’re lucky you’re as cute as an omega.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. That’s the last thing I want to hear. He spins me to face the wall, then presses the tip of his cock to my ass. I flinch. “I’m not warmed up. Let me wash at least!” And do a few rounds with a plug.

He ignores me and lifts my hands, slamming them painfully against the wall and forcing me onto my tiptoes. Hairline cracks appear in the dry walling. I cry out as he thrusts in hard, not even giving me time to relax into it.

Hudson’s hot breath crosses my ear. “Let me see your tears, precious. I love them. Go ahead and tell me I’m too much for you.”

Any cock’s too fucking much for a cold ass, and he knows it! I snarl, but it has the fierceness of a kitten.

He laughs and thrusts again, ripping through me without a care. “You feel even better when you’re mad.Al-mega.”

Nothing cuts as bad as that cliché playground insult for a weak alpha, and hated tears leak from my screwed-shut eyes. “Piss off, you bastard!”

He turns my head to the side and licks the tears right off my face, leaving me with a whiff of his saliva glued to my cheek. “So beautiful!”

I might have a new hole by the time he’s done, because he’s rough as guts, sating his needs in quick, loveless thrusts that have me crying out and trembling. And all the while his sawed wood scent floats around me, intoxicating with possibilities thanks to its similarity to Callisto’s.

But Hudson’s a fake. Sharp pain flares across my back as he bites down and comes, grunting and pounding me into the wall with his desperate finish.

My pet parrot shrieks and flaps inside his cage as I scream.

Hudson’s chest heaves with deep breaths as he pulls free. He’s big and strong, but not particularly fit. I sag, but he grabs my head, shoving my face against the wall. “Don’t try it again, cute stuff. You’re the best fuck I’ve had, so don’t spoil that, yeah?” He releases me and backs away, zipping up his trousers. “Want me to finish you?”

“No,” I whimper, hurting all over. I’ve got miles to walk tomorrow and I’m going to feel every single step like a fresh caning on my ass.

He kisses his fingers and pats them against my cheek, stickiness and all. “All right, then. Call me first next time, so I don’t get this worked up. I wouldn’t be so rough if you were just a little more responsive.”

Yeah. My fault for not being alpha enough. For not being able to say no and stick to it. For giving in to that beta-damned scent.

A shrill squawk sounds from inside the birdcage. “Hello? Fuck off.” My parrot flaps wildly again, panicked by all the noise and the house lights during his sleep time. Can’t blame him.

Hudson lets himself out and I slide down the wall. “It’s okay, Ozzie,” I mumble, trying to reassure myself as much as my parrot. Nothing a shower and some vitamin E cream can’t fix; I hope. But nothing can heal the shame which floods in.

I’m an embarrassment to alphas everywhere.

Even if I submitted my scent to the Center and an omega selected me from the thousands on file, what could I offer her? If she wanted to be a movie star I could be useful, but otherwise, I’ve nothing to my name besides some savings for a house deposit and a swearing parrot. Plus a boyish face that gets me in trouble everywhere I go.

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