Page 20 of Saving His Omega
Tripp nodded, eager to do his part, and determined to bring his mate pleasure.
Graham pushed forward, sliding his dick farther into Tripp’s mouth. It barely reached the back of his throat before his mate retreated, not entirely, only to the front of Tripp’s tongue. He remember to breathe in through his nose and swallowed as more cum slid down. This time, he kept his teeth under wraps. He even managed to suck and tickle the underside of the shaft with his tongue as Graham once more pushed his cock in deeper.
The slow thrusting continued for a short while longer, then picked up speed. Each time Graham pushed his cock forward, he sent it a little deeper than he had before. Tripp worked to keep up, sucking and breathing in rhythm to the push and pull of the dick. He worked his tongue along the shaft, reveling in its heat and hardness. Although it was becoming harder and harder, he forced his eyelids to remain open. He wanted to see his mate’s reaction. Sweat had broken out on the beta’s face and chest, his skin glowing in the soft light of the one lamp that remained lit. He’d always preferred sex in the dark so that he didn’t have to look at any of the bad things happening to him. Now he loved having the ability to see his mate and the pleasure they were sharing.
Stuttering breath passed Graham’s open lips. He slammed his eyes shut and hunched over Tripp. The beta’s cock swelled and copious amounts of cum spurted out, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat. Tripp gagged a little as he furious swallowed down every drop. He could no longer keep his eyes open. He pushed his face farther onto Graham’s dick until he gagged hard enough from the effort to make his eyes water. Still, he kept working the spasming cock until nothing more came out of it.
His mate pulled himself free of Tripp’s greedy grasp. He sucked hard to keep it inside him and was rewarded with one last eruption of cum. When his mouth was empty, he relaxed against the cradle of Graham’s hand and licked his lips. It was hard to tell which of them was breathing the hardest. He felt sated and realized that his hole was slick and his balls tingled as if newly spent. With his mate’s thick thighs hemming him in, there was nothing to do except lie there and enjoy the aftermath.
When Graham levered off him, Tripp immediately missed the contact, but he was too tired to voice any complaint. And oddly, he knew that he could object. His life was different now. His mate had given him a kind freedom even as he controlled every aspect of a life that he hadn’t dared hope for. He was completely at ease with not even a smidgen of fear as his mate repositioned him flatter. There was no need to keep watch afraid of something painful coming his way. He’d made himself as vulnerable as anyone could be with another and Graham had treated that trust with care and respect. It was as if a band that had squeezed around his middle, making every breath a misery, had snapped. He’d found peace and hopefully happiness at last.
He roused from his sleepy state and opened his eyes when he noticed that his mate was washing his groin and ass. “What are you doing?”
Graham grinned. “You came again. Did you notice?”
Tripp’s cheeks heated. “Um, no. I was too busy to notice, I guess.”
His mate’s grin widened. “And you did an excellent job, I might add.” He tossed the cloth aside and climbed in to cradle Tripp in his arms as much as his belly would allow.
“Did I? Did I, really?”
Graham kissed his temple. “Couldn’t you tell, baby? I practically drowned you in my cum. It was all I could do to bite back a bellow that would have filled the longhouse.” At that moment, the beta’s wolf howled with obvious glee and pride.
Tripp’s wolf answered, his yips more joyful than they’d ever been before. He turned his face to plant it in the crook of his mate’s neck. “We’re so happy!” Maybe it was the tiredness creeping over him but he went for broke. “Is it okay that I love you?”
Graham went absolutely still for a second or two. Then he hugged Tripp closer and rained kisses down on his head. “Of course it is, baby. I…I love you, too.”
Tripp’s heart skipped a beat. “You do?”
“Yes. Why do you sound so surprised.”
“I guess…I guess I’ve always figured dominants didn’t hold such sentiment. That it was up to servients to love and obey for the good of the mating and the pack. I always tried to do both, but never managed to feel love as I should have.”
Graham squeezed him briefly. “You mean you never felt that way with your first mate.”
“No.” It was a relief to admit it, although the real truth was harder to confess. “I hated him.” He cringed for a second, expecting an admonishment for his unnatural feelings toward Victor.
He should have known better. Graham was different in every way.
The beta ran his hand in soothing circles over the pup. “Of course you did. With what you and Blake have told me, it’s only natural you hated him. There’s nothing for you to feel guilty about. You’re entitled to your emotions and while it is a grievous transgression for one pack member to kill another outside of the alpha’s rules, no one here blames Blake for doing so.”
The residual pleasure of what he’d shared with his mate fled with those words. Tripp couldn’t help the sense of dread that reared up inside him. Words threatened to burst out. He tamped them down. There were things he couldn’t say, not even to this beta who’d shown him nothing but kindness.
Tripp pressed himself as close as he could to his mate. “Hold me, please, while I sleep.”
“Always, baby. I’m here for you. Close your eyes and know you are safe with me.”
Tripp did as told, burying his fear down deep.
Chapter Eight
The calls from the sentries came like an ill and dreaded wind a few days after the marvelous night Graham had spent with his mate. The boy loved him and confessing his love in return had been easy and as natural as taking a breath. Their wolves communicated constantly, as well, Tripp’s having come out of hiding for good. Graham’s stomach clenched and his whole body went tense as he raced to the front of the longhouse. Servients ran past him in the opposite direction. Everyone knew to head for safety at the first cry. Knowing that and trusting the pack members to do as required, he was able to shove aside the urge to find Tripp and make sure he did the same.
The alpha and several betas and gammas were already ranged around the front of the longhouse. Graham joined them, taking a place next to Elijah because this was his fight more than anyone else’s. His voice needed to be heard. The alpha looked relaxed as Draco and two other sentries escorted four mangy-looking gammas into the open. As soon as the interlopers were hemmed in, one of them shifted to face Elijah.
“I am Garth of the Low Country Pack. I’ve come for our shifters.” The arrogant tone of the scruffy guy along with his sneering expression was an overt insult to the alpha.
“Welcome to the Green Mountain Pack. I’m Alpha Elijah.” The guy’s voice was calm, his expression open, showing no sign of offense. That was how it was with Elijah—easy-going…until he wasn’t. “You’re going to have to be more specific about which shifters you’re referring to.”
