Page 68 of Omega Untamed
“I’ve never felt this way before. Like I’m floating inside you and I never want to leave.”
“But you do have that choice still. You are free again, Kee. Healed and whole. In a position to make all your own decisions again. Even the bad ones. I want you, but I won’t use our relationship and my personal discipline of you to hold you back if you need your freedom.”
Now he lifted his head. His green eyes met mine. “This is freedom. Like I’ve never felt. I feel like I can do anything. And that means being with you. I feel like I’m flying but grounded at the same time, and it’s comforting knowing I’m not hurting myself anymore. Is that all right?”
“It’s better than all right, my sweet. So much better.” My desire for him was so strong. I clamped down on my lower lip to try to contain it.
“Don’t hide from me.” Kee sat up, his hands trailing absently over my chest. His erect cock poked my hip. My own pointed toward my belly button. “Your feelings—they’re mine, too. I know what you want.”
I blinked at him as he lifted his leg and slowly straddled my hips, his balls settling at the base of my cock, his own erection bouncing a bit against mine. For once in my life, I wasn’t strong. I couldn’t say it. The words.Bond. Mate.It was too much, like opening myself up to extreme risk of mental agony on the off chance Kee, my wild untamed Omega, would say he wanted to wait to fully finalize our bond. Or that he might never be ready.
Blue satin ribbon. A blinding light, as Kee described it. I knew he wanted it. But I was afraid to say the actual words.
“It’s okay,” Kee said. “I’m a risk. I know. Not your normal Omega. Uneducated. A bit undomesticated, shall we say? Perhaps not the best catch, but—“
I reached up and touched him on the mouth, closing his lips with my fingers. “No more of that. You are perfect. Haven’t I told you that just about every day lately?”
He shrugged. “Maybe more than once a day.”
“Maybe more than twice,” I amended, voice low.
He leaned into me. I could feel his breath on my face now, that Omega sweet peaches and cream. “Does that mean maybe you want more?” he asked. “To make this bond I feel between us whole and final? Do you want a real bond mate, Bast?”
My mind swirled at such a question. The beauty of his voice, his body, his words. I pulled him down to me and kissed the lovely mouth. When I pulled back, I said, “Oh yes, my sweet good boy. Oh yes.”
“Then take me into your Burn, my love, and knot me and bond me and make me yours forever.”
Such words I never thought to hear from any Omega. Not like this. Not with an agenda, but from a pure space of selfless emotional love. I’d never formed an actual relationship before, and now that I knew what it felt like, I wanted nothing more than Kee with me until the end of my days.
“Yes, Kee. Be my bond mate and stay with me always.”
“It would be my honor and my joy, with all my heart,” he replied, smiling and kissing me at the same time.
Something turned over inside me, like a huge weight shifting, lifting away and leaving only the glow of Kee in its place. At that moment, the Burn kicked in fully, a sensation I’d never had before. I was the sort of Alpha whose Burns were gradual and short. But with Kee, all rules had changed.
“I can feel it,” Kee said softly. “Hot and greedy and aching. And oh so good. I’d love a spanking, but that will have to wait. I want you to take me. I want it any way you want it. Fast, slow, hard, soft. I don’t care. I just wantyou.”
My cock rose up from my belly.
From morning to night, I had Kee in every position I could manage. I devoured him with my mouth, my hands, my rampant cock. The possessiveness of the Burn had never been so strong for me, but then I’d never had any emotional attachment to my partners in the past.
We took breaks only for water and quick bites to eat.
I knotted him every time I fucked him. Every single time. He was irresistible. And he wanted it.
When my senses weren’t too addled, I cared for him as often as I was able. I took him into the shower and held him as I bathed him. I made sure he wasn’t chafed or hurting in any manner. I was conscious of mood and tone in voice and mind, never once feeling separate from him, always in tune.
It made the Burn less stressful to be with someone I was already in the process of bonding to. Our bond flowered until we moved in unison in bed, like a choreographed dance but unpracticed, unplanned.
Kee giggled when I kept checking his hole to make sure he was fine. He loved the attention. He presented himself to me willingly, brazenly. If I saw he was the least bit too pink there, I would lick him until he yelled for me to breach him. And when I did, I’d put my hand around his waist and stroke him, knowing through our bond he was on the edge. Within seconds, he’d spurt onto the towels I’d laid across the sheets, as his ass sucked me in to utter rapture.
“Bast,” he said breathlessly. “Your cock is the perfect fit for me. You should have no worries. I was made for this.”
My cock strained to be inside him again and again. His libido matched mine, full force. I never wanted this pleasure to end.
*
The following day, when my Burn began to subside and we rested, still not quite fully sated—would we ever be?—in each other’s arms, Kee began kissing the side of my face and my jaw where my rough beard had started to grow in. He stroked my forehead and hair. He kept touching me, pushing his strong, slippery body against mine.
