Page 13 of Saving His Omega
“She gave him thirteen pups. I’m the last, and whelping me killed her.”
Graham’s heart stuttered at the news and he had to be careful not to squeeze Tripp’s feet with his distress over his mate’s obvious sadness and guilt. “That wasn’t your fault. Mothers and pups don’t always survive.”
The boy shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Blake said she wasn’t an attentive mother. She was withdrawn from everyone and everything, just doing her duty and submitting to her mate’s mounting.” He moaned again and wiggled his feet. “That feels wonderful.”
Graham pressed his thumbs into the boy’s insteps and was rewarded with more sounds of pleasure. His arousal was becoming painful, yet he did nothing to entice his mate into mounting. He sensed the boy had more to say and that was far more important than his own gratification.
“Two of my older sisters were omegas but I didn’t know one of them and barely remember the other. Our sire sold them off as soon as they were ready for breeding. The rest were dominants, except for Blake. Gods, our sire hated having a sigma son. He saw it as failure. Blake suffered his…disappointment,” he added in a voice laced with misery. “But he protected me as much as he could.”
“Who was your first mate?” It was a delicate question, yet information was the key to making sure his mate would be finally happy.
Tripp made a face. “A gamma, Victor, who joined the pack a few years before we mated. My sire liked taking in feral dominants because they were ruthless and devoted to him in exchange for re-entering pack life. Victor proved to be everything my sire wanted and became fiercely loyal to protecting the alpha and enforcing his laws. My sire took pains to make the gamma happy in his new home. He wanted me from the moment he saw me. I could tell.” He shuddered. “My sire was only too happy to hand me over as a bribe to keep Victor loyal. I hadn’t even gone into heat yet, but my sire decided I was old enough.”
Graham softened his touch, running his palms soothingly over the tops of the boy’s feet. He kept silent, hoping the boy would reveal more.
“He, um, mounted me a lot each day and that triggered my heat pretty quickly.”
Graham could only imagine how brutal that must have been. Without his heat to ease the way, the omega would have needed coaxing to become aroused, and it was clear from everything that had been said by Tripp and Blake that Victor had made no effort to please his mate. Only himself.
He lifted the omega’s right foot and kissed his instep. “That’s not how it should have been.” He licked the foot this time, covering the arch. Then he sucked and finally nibbled.
“Oh!” Tripp squirmed. “Why are doing that?”
“Don’t you like it?” He knew the answer already. The scent of the omega’s slick tickled his nose. He had to hold back a groan so as not to startle his mate.
“I-I don’t know.”
“I think you do.”
Graham didn’t probe his mate any further. The boy’s body told him everything he needed to know. He kissed his way up to the ankle, then the calf. To get better access, he moved to place Tripp’s feet flat on the bed, angling his legs apart. He grabbed the pillow he’d been leaning against and tucked it under Tripp’s ass. The angle allowed the scent of the boy’s slick to waft even more strongly toward him.
Now Graham had to let his ardor out. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “Gods, you smell wonderful.” He opened them again. “You want me, do you understand that?” It wasn’t only the boy’s channel getting ready for mounting. His slender cock peeked out as much as the belly would permit, hard and waiting for attention.
Graham resolved to give his mate’s body as much as it wanted. Crouching between the legs, he focused on continuing his lips’ journey up the omega’s leg. He flicked his tongue against the back of the knee, then licked a stripe all the way up the thigh. Small, tight balls beckoned him. He had to lie out flat on his stomach, his own legs bent, in order to reach them.
Tripp’s breath caught as Graham sucked the balls into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around them. He sucked and laved until his mate practically vibrated. It would have been easy to move onto sucking the boy’s cock. But he was selfish enough to want to be inside him when he made the omega come. He needed to see the pleasure on his mate’s face, too.
Letting go of his mouthful, he pushed up to his knees and lifted the back of one of Tripp’s legs to expose his hole. It winked at him, glistening with readiness. He tipped his cock to line it up with the entrance to his mate’s body and surged forward with one long thrust.
So tight. So welcoming.This was how it was supposed to be. The omega’s pliant ass sucked him inside, its silky channel enveloping Graham’s dick with a soft hug. He simply stayed there, filling his mate to the hilt and savoring the thrill of claiming the boy.
Tripp lay still with his eyes closed tightly and his fingers clenching the bedding. His mate’s dick throbbed inside him, dominating and holding him in place. Always before, he’d hated the experience of his body not being his own and had prayed for the mounting to end as soon as possible. And without a beating if he wasn’t able to hide his disgust. Things were different now. His new mate was not only kind and caring, but he’d also proven to Tripp that mounting was intended to be enjoyed by both. Their mating the previous night hadn’t been an aberration. It could be like this every time—if he let his mate know that he appreciated his attention.
With a moan, he tightened his hole to grip Graham’s cock. “More, please.” He wasn’t merely telling the beta what he wanted to hear. Tripp really did want the mounting to increase. The hard shaft pressed against that wonderful place within him that had been awakened, and he now knew it was even better when his mate thrust.
“I won’t last long, sweetheart.” Graham’s voice sounded strained.
The beta pulled out, then slid back in with a shallow thrust. He clasped Tripp’s cock and jerked it as he picked up speed. Then it was Tripp who couldn’t last, the climax ripping out of him, making him cry out and arch his back. His toes curled and his fingers cramped as they tightened. Mewling sounds escaped past his lips and even his wolf joined in with soft yips.
His mate’s wolf howled and warmth splashed inside his spasming ass. Graham continued to rock against him, more shallowly this time. His dick released more cum inside Tripp. Then a familiar yet unexpected swelling started, stretching his channel to a point of pain.
Tripp’s eyes flew open. “What’s happening?”
“Shit! Shit!” Graham’s head was thrown back, the muscles and tendons of his neck bulging from unseen strain. His head came down to stare at Tripp. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s my knot.”
“But I’m breeding already.” Tripp tried not to show his distress over his confusion.
“I know.” The beta ran his fingers over Tripp’s bulging belly. “With her in here, I don’t need to stay stuck inside you.” Graham's next words were cut off by another orgasm, his body bucking with the force of it.
