Page 1 of Single Omega Dad
Chapter One
Mathias
“My name is Chichi,” said the Omega.
Obnoxiously cute, and I didn’t care. I was hard and burning. He drew me into his embrace as if caught by my charm. But I didn’t have charm when I was in the Burn. I saved that for my Alpha family or friends I wanted to like me. I didn’t care if this Chichi liked me.
He didn’t seem to care, either. He was pulled to me by his own hormones responding to my need. Already I could smell his arousal, like sugared strawberries, too strong for my tastes. In fact, it almost triggered my gag reflex. Awful. But my body surged, forcing me to take deep breaths of him, yearning to be surrounded by him.
Nausea and fucking were two things that did not go well together. But I didn’t have a choice. I’d already chosen him out of the chattel catalog. I’d already paid.
Chichi had on the white shirt and black pants all the Zilly Farm whores wore. With a wide smile, he started to strip.
He had a lean waist, which I liked in my Omega rent boys, but he was too tall. I’d forgotten to look at all his details to check my preferences. But my cock throbbed anyway. My skin was flame.
Chichi, whose pale hair was shaved on one side so that it hung all to the left and over one eye, pushed his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them, straightening to show me he was fully erect. He turned and presented himself to me, ass up, leaning down, his elbows on the red-draped, king-sized bed which was provided in all Zilly’s mating rooms.
Towels lay next to the bed. Lube. Cock rings. Ball harnesses. Anal plugs. Everything we might need or want.
I liked cock rings and I already had one on. Silver. Extra large. I used it as an excuse for why I didn’t knot. If asked about it, I would say, “I don’t give my knot to any Omega. You have to earn it.”
In truth, I couldn’t knot. Never had. I’d suppressed my feelings of inadequacy about that for twelve years. No one knew except my brother Trigg. No one else would ever know, and honestly, I tried not to think about it much.
My orgasms during my Burns did not seem to be decreased by my inability to knot. Sometimes I felt relieved not to have prolonged body-locks with Omegas. To hear other Alphas talk about it, their partners would screech “Oh! Oh! Oh!” for five or ten minutes straight when getting knotted, and the idea of that rather irritated me.
Gods, they were all so boring. Pretty, yes, as all Zilly Omegas were, but damn those vapid, long-lashed looks they gave me. I’d rather just fuck them hard, in and out, and avoid locking us up anyway.
I wore the thick silver around the base of my cock during all my Burns, and that made my cock look fuller, harder. The metal gleamed against my brown skin.
Chichi craned his head around his shoulder, watching me finish taking off my clothes. He wiggled his ass, then reached back to rub himself lightly, his fingers coming away with his own clear slick. An Omega’s slick wasn’t in endless supply, so later we’d need the lube, but not now. Not for this first fuck.
His eyes widened as I kicked my pants aside and cocked my hip, my erection bobbing straight out from my body.
“You’re so big. And so handsome. Please. Put it in me now. I can’t wait.”
He sounded sincere enough. An Omega who was experienced, and who loved sex. That’s how they were trained at all the chattel farms. To love sex. To revere it.
Father taught me they were perfect holes for us Alphas, made for us to service our Burns and bear our young. That was their purpose in life. And he wasn’t wrong.
Zilly’s was a high-end farm. Expensive. Catered to the wealthy like me. Like my father, Varian Vandergale, and my litter-mate, Trigg. All Zilly’s Omegas were impeccable. Lovely.
The Omega who bore me had come from this farm. I never knew him. Father had signed a contract for the birth to be a closed deal, the records sealed. The Omega had no right to his litter after we were born. My brothers, Trigg, Kris, and I were raised as Alphas by our Alpha parent. And our Omega father, after giving birth, was sent far away to another farm so that Father might never again accidentally run into him.
Father had other litters, too, all planned, all from different Omegas. My litter was in the middle. I was one of triplets. My younger brothers, thirteen years younger, were twins, Bren and Mica. My older brothers, whom I’d never met, were another set of triplets, and were thirty years my senior.
I was raised to believe Omegas were purposed only to bear our families and discarded afterward. Sure, I’d heard about bondmates, but they seemed rare.
Honestly, I didn’t like kids and never wanted them, not by marriage, and not Father’s way, either. And an Omega bondmate seemed like more trouble than it was worth. I liked my independence.
The Omega who posed naked in front of me right now was good for one thing and one thing only. Good sex and cooling down my Burn.
I walked toward him, reaching out to touch the side of his hip. His skin was smooth. Soft. My cock twitched as I looked down at the shine of his slick on his crack. His thighs trembled a little.
“Kneel on the bed,” I said.
“Of course.” He immediately climbed up, pressing his ass higher in the air and his head down until his chin touched the mattress.
That was better. I was taller than my brothers and Father. Broader, too. The Omega kneeling on the bed was the perfect height for me to fuck standing up. I preferred it. Less body contact.
