Page 25 of Saving His Omega
“Whether I wanted you to or not.”
Graham didn’t show any anger. “That’s right. I’m always going to do what I know to be best for you. I would prefer if you’d agree with me, but I can’t rely on that.”
Determined to show his mate that he could be counted on to take care of himself and the pup, Tripp grabbed the bowl and scraped the last of his stew from its bottom. He forced it down his throat, feeling a little resentment after being made to feel like his preferences would be heard by his mate. “Because I’m just a dumb omega and don’t know anything.”
Now Graham did show some irritation. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I understand how upset and angry you are, but I don’t want to have to rebuild the trust I thought I’d established with you since our mating.” He stood abruptly.
Tripp tried not to flinch at the sharp movement and tongue. His hands gave him away, shaking a little as he tried to put the bowl back on the table and pour himself some cider.
With a grunt, Graham came over to do it for him. “And I don’t like how you’re afraid of me.” He poured some cider into a cup and handed it to him.
Tripp drank deeply before saying anything. “I’m not afraid of you. Not really.” He finished the cider before asking, “If you’re not going to beat me, what are you going to do?”
Taking the empty cup from Tripp’s hand, Graham sat on the side of the bed. “That’s up to you, actually. As I said, I can’t have you running around sowing discord no matter how legitimate your anger is. You’ll have to stay in here, only going out with me until you can accept what’s happened and act civilly.”
“I don’t know if I can ever do that.” He shuddered at the effort to keep himself from screaming and crying again, despite his recent promise.
“With time you will. Grief doesn’t go away but it gets easier to manage. At least that’s what my parents told me.” He paused as he put the cup down. “They’re worried about you. Everyone is.”
Tripp had nothing to say to that, so he kept silent.
Graham got up and stripped off his clothing. “It’s time for bed.” His hard cock sprang out as soon as his pants were undone. Tripp wasn’t surprised. This was the core of a dominant’s being. No matter the lack of a beating, his mate would demand his due with a mounting. Tripp couldn’t even muster up resentment as he took his own clothing off and turned over to his hands and knees to present his ass to his mate.
The artificial light went out and the mattress depressed with the heavy weight of the beta.
Graham put a hand lightly on Tripp’s hip. “No, we’re not doing that. Lie on your side to be more comfortable for sleep.”
Perverse as it was, Tripp felt a bit of disappointment. “Why not? You want me and it’s my duty.”
His mate muttered what sounded like a few curses before removing his hand. “Because I don’t want you to submit out of duty. It’s no good unless we both enjoy it.”
The answer didn’t surprise him. Not really. He’d come to know how different Graham was from Victor. And he was a good man. Of that, there was no real question.
I’m the one going about this the wrong way.
Tripp swallowed past the lump clogging his throat. “Maybe I do want it. Maybe it will help chase away all these awful feelings inside me.”
Graham’s hand returned, sliding over Tripp’s ass. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes.” His voice was low and cluttered with unshed tears, but he spoke the truth and slick coated his hole to prove it.
His mate inhaled noisily, then moved to position himself between Tripp’s legs. The large beta had to nudge them farther apart to make room. He spread Tripp’s ass cheeks with a firm grip before brushing the blunt head of his cock against the wet puckered ring. He slid his cock in with one long thrust.
Tripp arched his back against the sudden invasion, reveling in the burn of being breached. The physical pain overwhelmed the emotional one and allowed him to simply concentrate on the intense pleasure of being filled and claimed.
Graham didn’t speak, didn’t ask him if he was okay, and Tripp appreciated that. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be treated as if he were going to break apart. All that mattered was the physical arousal of their bodies being joined. And his mate didn’t waste any time, pounding into him with increasing speed, his cock going as deep inside Tripp’s ass as possible. Every thrust in and dragging out rubbed the sensitive spot within him with amazing ferociousness. His focus concentrated on the sharp pleasure it sent to his dick and balls.
The orgasm built with dizzying speed, as usual without any direct attention required for his cock. His balls tightened and his shaft jerked as the first climax hit him. All thoughts shattered for a good reason this time, as warm cum coated his channel. He didn’t need to think or worry about anything. His breath caught but before he could sigh it out, another orgasm started an abrupt climb because his mate didn’t stop drilling his ass. He gripped the sheets as he weathered the ongoing assault.
Far from resenting the continued claiming, he wanted more, pushing his ass back to meet each thrust. He moaned and panted and even pleaded for more—harder and faster. Nothing mattered except chasing the next climax and catching it with an iron fist. It roared through him and he let out a cry…and the tears that had been hovering behind his eyes. Cum splashed his belly and the inside of his ass at the same time. He let his misery come out, too, sobbing as he collapsed as much as his body would permit.
Within seconds, he was on his side, cocooned within Graham’s embrace. The storm of misery wailed out of him as he clung to his mate. The horrible guilt buried within him had to be set free. He couldn’t contain it anymore.
“It’s not fair! Blake doesn’t deserve punishment.”
Graham clutched him tighter. “I know, baby. I know.”
Tripp found the strength to push away. “But you don’t. That’s the thing. No one does, except me and Blake.”
