Page 25 of Mating the Omega
Then I heard the crackle a hand-held radio and someone say, “We’re clear in section one. Moving on to two.” And Mac replied, “Section five is clear too. Moving on to four.”
He was no more than a hundred feet away from me.
I waited until I could hear his footsteps, then I tossed a pebble in the pond. The footsteps paused, then inched forward, careful strides that would have been inaudible to a human.
A moment later, I heard the radio crackle to life again. “You guys can go home, I’ve got him. Just a youngster getting up to mischief. I’ll give him a lecture and send him back to the big woods to run.” Acknowledgments sounded from the other members of the security team, and then Mac stepped out of the trees.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked, hooking his radio back on his belt. “You’re supposed to be in your house.”
“I’m waiting for you.” I’d been lying on my back, staring up at the moon, but with Mac there and no further reason to behave correctly, I rolled up on my side and smiled at him. “Come here.”
Mac stopped dead. “Jason, I can’t.” He was panting now—the pheromones must have drifted over to him.
“I want you to.” I pushed myself to sitting, my legs half crossed in front of me, cock stiff against my belly. I looked like the slut the regular wolves often called us, but for Mac, I could be that. “They’ll take me home, you know. They might wait out the month, or they might take me as soon as my heat is over. But if I mate here in Mercy Hills, I belong here.”
“You—”
“Abel doesn’t want me. He wants you to have me.Iwant you to have me.” I sat more normally, and pleaded, “I wouldn’t just go to anyone. I need someone I can trust.”
“You hardly know me.”
“Omegas don’t get a choice very often. Sometimes the first time we see someone is at a mating.”
He crouched down in front of me, finally giving way under the pressure of the mating pull, and put a hand on my cheek, making me shudder with desire. “You deserve to be courted and showered with gifts.”
“Court me after,” I said and raised my hand to cover his. “Mate me, Mac. Please. I want you.” And to my great embarrassment, I started to cry with the frustration of it all.
He used his thumb to wipe the tears away from my cheek. “You’re sure you want this? Want me?”
I nodded, bawling now.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck. I just can’t believe I’m this lucky.”
That made me laugh for some bizarre reason, and I wiped my eyes and told him, “If you’d get your clothes off, you’d get luckier.” I wanted to rub myself against him, feel his weight on top of me, have him flip me over and claim me entirely.
He choked out a laugh of his own and pulled me into a gentle, toe-curling kiss.
My hands found his belt buckle and I let go of all my hard-earned control.
Mac wasn’t far behind me in getting his clothes off him. He tore at his shirt, buttons flying in all directions. I laughed as I kissed him and listened to the plip plop of some of them landing in the pond. Then I had my hands on his skin and all intelligent thought fled. I wanted him, wanted him on me. With the two of us working on them, his jeans slid over his hips like they’d been greased. I lay back and pulled him down on top of me, my body rejoicing in finally achieving what it had waited so long for. I was hard and aching, and Mac’s wiggling as he kicked his shoes and then his jeans off rubbed his cock frantically against mine. I groaned encouragement and grabbed huge handfuls of his ass, the muscle rock solid and fluid beneath my fingers.Mine.The thought made me giggle and I squeezed again.
“What’s so funny?” he whispered in my ear. His lips teased over the curve of cartilage beneath them, and I whimpered at the feelings it roused in me. “Well?” he asked.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I whispered back. “Before I die.” I pushed him away a few inches so he could see the mess I was, sweaty and panting and anxious for his possession. “I’ve waited all my life for you.” And I kissed him and gave him everything I was.
He growled, his wolf rising up to meet mine, and he picked me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he crawled over to a patch of softer grass, then laid me down and kissed his way down and back up my body. Before he was halfway done, I was begging and sobbing and it was such areliefto finally let go. I didn’t care what I sounded like, I just needed, and I wanted Mac, my Mac.
Mac chuckled against my ribcage, tormenting me with a scrape of stubble followed by a soothing lick of his tongue. “I never thought Abel was stupid, but—” He laid himself on top of me again. “He’ll regret this in the morning.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled frantically, desperate to have him closer than skin to skin. “After, you’ll show me what you like, what would please you?” I laid anxious, begging kisses on his mouth.
“You’re doing just fine.” And he smiled and melted my heart. I moaned and ran my hands over him, memorizing the swell of his shoulders, the dramatic swoop of his spine with its two strong ridges of muscle running alongside. The firm strength of his ass and the way he groaned when I spread my fingers wide and held him to me. His cock wept against my stomach, marking me as his, as if I wasn’t already. My own was quiet, hard as stone, and when he gathered us both up in his hand, I cried out and thrust frantically into his grip.
“Now, Mac, please!” A sudden burst of fear chilled me. What if my jailers came back and found me gone? “Don’t wait.”
He released me and knelt. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, but the rest of me was laid out in the moonlight for the pleasure of his gaze. “What do I do? I don’t need to bite you or anything, do I? Is it really that simple?”
“It is.” I curled, like doing a sit-up, to wind my arms around his neck. “Any way you want. I trust you.”
