Page 49 of Omega Tricked
I started coming. My eyes rolled up in my head as seed flooded out of me. “Ohfuck,” I mumbled, fucking him harder in my dream. I jerked my hips as sleep began to lift, and my lids rose slowly. I woke to find myself covered in sweat, my abdomen slick with my own release. Shock rolled through me, even as tremors of pleasure continued to assault me. My bones and muscles were like mush, and I almost felt drunk. My hand was covered with sticky cum, and my dick slowly softened in my grip.
I couldn’t move. That had been the best wet dream I’d ever had. In fact, that dream had been better than anyactualsex I’d ever had. I was embarrassed, and surprised, that Dylan had been at the heart of my fantasy. I didn’t understand the feelings he drummed up in me, but as I lay there with my cum-soaked cock in my hand, it was obvious denying I was attracted to him was a bit silly. I didn’t understand why he got to me, but he did. I had sexualandemotional feelings for Dylan, and that was ridiculous. Foolish.
Sitting up, I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and cleaned myself off. He’d shared too much with me, and it had gotten into my heart. I should never have allowed myself to think about him as anything but a mark. I wasn’t sure why Dylan was able to affect me when usually no one did. Maybe because I’d seen his vulnerability firsthand. He’d looked to me as if I was a hero, and it had felt nice. I didn’t want him hurt. I really, really didn’t want anything to hurt him.
But I knew I would.
Just my leaving would hurt him. He was bonding to me. We were growing closer and closer each day, whether that was smart or not. Dylan was even ignoring Charles’s warnings about me. He’d known Charles way longer than me, so why wasn’t he listening to the other alpha? Why couldn’t either of us pull back? Just his scent had begun to drive me nuts. The way his hair curled at the nape of his neck, and the brilliant blue of his eyes with that dark ring made my pulse spike. Maybe I hadn’t acted on anything except in a dream, but I was horribly aware the dream was simply allowing me to experience what I wanted to happen with Dylan in real life.
How was this possible?
I closed my eyes as the truth of that rolled through me. I wanted to fuck Dylan. I wanted to be around him so I could protect him and take care of him. I felt a little crazy as that realization hit me. Those feelings were irrational, and there was no way that could happen. I was here on a mission. I was using Dylan to get what I wanted, just like I’d used dozens of people over my lifetime. He couldn’t mean anything to me. That wouldn’t work. Besides, if he knew the real me, he’d be horrified that he’d ever even trusted me. There was no way this was turning into a relationship. The very idea of that was hysterical, and yet, I didn’t feel like laughing.
There was a soft knock on my bedroom door, and it opened slowly. The object of my dirty dream appeared, looking fresh and young. I pulled the covers up, feeling embarrassed about what I’d been up to.
“I wanted to know if you were hungry for dinner?”
I stared at him, taking in how good he looked. I was seventeen years older than him. He was just beginning his life, and I was old and jaded by comparison. He’d had a traumatic beginning to his life, but if he could heal, he’d find another alpha to love him. Maybe they could even try for another child through a surrogate again. Why did my stomach crawl at the idea of him finding happiness with another alpha? What the hell waswrongwith me?
“Lex? Did you hear me?”
I shook myself. “Yeah. Sorry.” I avoided his gaze. “I don’t think I’m hungry.”
“No?” He looked worried, and he came closer. “Do you feel worse?”
I felt like such a dick pretending to be sick. It shouldn’t have mattered, but I hated lying to his face over and over again. None of this should have bothered me because he was just supposed to be a means to an end. “I’m not worse.”
He slumped with relief. “You scared me.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me so much.”
“I can’t help it.” He moved closer and sat on the edge of my bed. His hip bumped my leg, and I scooted away slightly. He must have noticed and misinterpreted my movement. “Don’t worry. Being gay isn’t contagious.”
My face warmed. “I was just making room for you to sit.”
“Oh.” He smiled. “Sometimes people are weird.” He reached out before I realized what he was doing, and he pressed his palm to my forehead. I stiffened, and he nodded approvingly. “You don’t have a fever.”
“Oh, uh… good.”
He watched me in silence, and I squirmed a bit. He smiled. “Sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No, I love it when people stare at me.”
He laughed. “I was just thinking how weird it is that I like you now.”
I just blinked at him, not knowing what to say.
“I mean, because I didn’t trust you before. In our cooking class.”
“Oh, I see.”
He sighed. “You’ve given me hope.”
Shame ate at me as I held his trusting gaze. I’d never planned for things to go like this. When I first set my sights on him, I’d had no idea what he’d gone through, or that I could affect him so profoundly. I’d needed to use him to get inside the compound, but I’d never intended to destroy the poor kid. I had to find a way to do what I needed to, while still keeping the truth from him.
“I’m flattered,” I said weakly.
“Things would be perfect if you were gay.” He grinned.
