Page 26 of Mating the Omega
“Oh, sweet heaven.” He closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened again, they glowed with the power of an Alpha, and I wondered how it was that he wasn’t leading the pack. The moment ended abruptly when he swooped down on me again. His hips moved, dragging the head of his cock down the length of mine, and there was pressure behind my balls, and then farther back.
I moaned and squirmed beneath him, beyond ready for him to take me.
He paused. “I don’t have lube.”
I nuzzled his neck and nipped along his collarbone, pleased with his sudden distraction. “It’s okay, I took care of it.”
He laughed huskily. “I’m going to have to run hard to keep up with you.”
That made me pause. “No.” I shook my head and looked him in the eye. “I want an alpha. I want someone to follow, to care for. I just don’t want you to put me somewhere and crush me to keep me there.”
“Never,” he whispered, and then the pressure at my entrance increased. I felt the stretch as he pushed, and my body opened up and welcomed him. The part of me that was wolf bowed to his, and I gave him my submission as he took me for the first time.
Mac slid into me, slowly, carefully, his eyes fixed on my face, watching every flicker of emotion that passed over it. I loved him for it, for the care he took, when my whole life I’d expected to be thrown down and used, like the possession I would be. But if I was Mac’s possession, I was one he valued, and as I watched the wonder grow on his face, I suspected that he was just as much mine as I was his.
He seated himself completely and leaned down to kiss me.
It was amazing, better than any of my wistful young omega fantasies. I felt him deep inside me, hard and warm, and my body seemed toflowaround him. My rock, my anchor, and I suddenly understood what alpha and omega were to each other. He my warrior, and I his shelter.
And, of course, he was hot as fuck and I was going tocrowmy triumph to every omega I met. I squeezed him with my legs, begging him wordlessly to move and ease my suffering. A building pleasure rode up my spine, sending sparking lines of excitement throughout my body. Mac began to move, thrusting gently, then with more vigor as I moaned and rocked beneath him. He braced himself with an elbow next to my head and put a commanding hand on my hip, controlling each and every movement I made, using me for his pleasure and mine.
I’d never before wanted to be used, had fought actively against it, but I’d never dreamed of it being the way Mac used me. He move me just so, arranged my limbs how he wanted them, and then made me howl with joy for the love of it. Every stroke of his cock inside me sent growing waves of pleasure through my body, filling me up until it all coalesced into a blinding explosion. My body convulsed, I cried out and clung to Mac like a lifeline, holding tight so I didn’t fly apart in the moment.
Mac’s movements sped up. As I came back to myself, the dull slapping thuds of his body impacting mine restarted my own arousal. He growled again, buried his head against my neck, and then I felt him swell inside me, so that we couldn’t be separated even if we wanted to. It pressed on places I didn’t know I had, pressed against my womb and ignited another fire within me, one that consumed me entirely while he gave me his seed, warm pulses deep inside, and I gloried in his pleasure.
All the waiting had been worth it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
We made love twice more before the night ended. The second time was slower, less urgent, and Mac taught me a trick or two to please him. After, we talked about pups, how many he’d like, the shape of our new life. The moonlight had dimmed, but he was able to see the curving pink line of flesh that ran between my hips, the place where the baby would eventually greet the world. He stroked it in amazement and gentle fascination, and I told him what little I knew—we’d run away before I’d been taught the mechanics of it all.
The third time was rough and wild and I met him half way in ferocity, until he picked me up and set me in front of him on hands and knees, taking what was his. I enjoyed it thoroughly, which kind of surprised me. It was what I’d always feared, but with Mac, it became something else entirely and I couldn’t wait to repeat the experience.
Afterward, he held me, and we talked again, a more serious conversation, about my pack and our future and what we’d need to do to protect it.
I laid a hand over my belly, feeling with the best of my power for some sign of life, even though I knew it was pointless. I wouldn’t know until my next heat failed to arrive, in about two weeks.
“We should tell Abel right after we tell your father,” Mac said. His fingers drifted over my shoulder, soothing away the goosebumps the night air had raised.
“What then?” Obviously, I hadn’t thought this out very well. Somewhere in the planning, I’d skipped straight from ‘sleep with Mac’ to ‘obviously pregnant’. Of course, I might be pregnant, but I had no way to prove that.
“I think we’ll let him figure that out. This was his idea.”
“I had something to do with it too.” He wasn’t leaving me entirely out of it.
My head bounced on Mac’s chest as he chuckled. “You did.” The hand not currently drawing enticing circles on my shoulder skated down the side of my body, coming to rest on my thigh where it draped over his hips. “I’m glad you did. I might have waited, and lost out.”
“Nuh-uh.” I kissed his chest, then laid my head back down over his heart again. “Mine.”
“Yep.” He sighed, and I wondered if he was going to sleep on me. Then he took a deep breath and said, “It’ll be dawn soon.”
Oh. “We have to go back?”
“Yes, we have to go back.” The words could have been severe, but there was laughter in them as well. “Besides, you’re freezing. I have a spare shirt and pants back at the security post. We should go.” He sat up, which forced me to sit up as well.
“I’m happy here. I could change again—I haven’t wolfed out much in a long time. It was fun.” Like scratching an itch. I’d had all my itches scratched tonight. I understood Mona Lisa’s smile now—I bet she’d had a good night too, before that picture was painted.
Mac cupped my chin in one hand and pulled me in for a kiss. “I was working last night. I’m sure the guys are wondering where I am. In fact,” he stood up and reached for his jeans. “I’m surprised they haven’t come looking for me.”
