Page 14 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Zander

Lucan takes me to a bedroom.

He makes up the bed with fresh sheets and pillow cases. All my supplies are still in the bags, so he places them on the bed for me. I don’t look at any of it yet. No, I’m still reeling from this new information.

I’m mindblown, honestly.

Since when does an omega have any say in anything? That doesn’t seem right. Gabe never corrected me when I would spout off my bullshit, either. Is Lucan trying to trick me? Seduce me into thinking I can let him help me, and there will be no consequences?

I just don’t know, and I have like…no time to change my mind. He wouldn’t believe me anyway.

But I have changed my mind. Going through this without him will be—

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” he says gruffly and avoids my eyes.

“What do I even do? Just wait for it all to kick in and pop a dildo up my ass?” I snap, angry and frustrated with this entire fucking situation.

“If that’s what you need to do, yes.”

It dawns on me then that he has no clue about me. Or better yet, my lack of specific abilities. I can’t produce slick. That weird little spot yesterday doesn’t count. That could’ve just been sweat. I’ll never know.

But so far, during this whole thing, the only part of me that leaks is the tip of my cock.

What if I need something inside me and I can’t do it because my channel is dry? What will I do if I hurt myself in a fit of desperate lust?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping closer to me while I visibly shake.

“Did you get lube?” I whisper the question, ashamed even to ask it.

“Lube?”

“Yes. Lube.”

He scratches his jaw and scans the bags. “I—no, Zander, I didn’t get lube. I…you won’t need it.”

The tears come hot and fast. They fall down my cheeks in thick streams as I bury my face in my hands and cry.

“Shhh, hey, it’s okay. It’s perfectly normal.”

I cry harder.

“Are you worried about the mess?” he asks, even more gentle and kind.

“I brought extra bedding. The showers all work. You’ll be fine, Zander.

” When all I can do is sob uncontrollably, he pulls me into his arms. I cling to him tightly, soaking his shirt with my tears and letting his scent seep into my stuffy nose. “Shhh. It’ll be okay.”

Firm hands stroke up and down my back, and even through the crying fit, a pulse of want strikes so strong I shiver.

I roll my face side to side in between his pecs, let my hands slip under his shirt, and claw at his skin.

He stiffens against me, his cock thick and pressing into my lower stomach.

“I need to go,” he murmurs. “But I’ll be close. ”

I shake my head, not letting him move a fucking muscle. “Stay.”

I don't want to do this alone. I trust him. Can't he see that?

“I can’t.”

“Please.”

“Fuck.” He reaches under my armpits and lifts me. I band around him like a monkey, holding his neck, settling my legs around his hips. “I’ll stay as long as I can, but it’s here. I can smell it all over you.”

“Don’t leave me,” I whine, licking and nibbling his neck. My cock hurts , my hole is clenching and aching. “Please, Luc. I changed my mind. I changed it!”

“You didn’t,” he says, gruffly. “This is your heat.”

Speaking of, I’m suddenly hot everywhere. The hoodie and shirt on me are like sandpaper, scratching at my irritable skin. I hurry to try to rip my clothes off. “Off. I need them off!”

He helps me remove them, those green eyes almost black. A low growl rumbles in his chest when he sees my hard nipples and flushed skin. “I need to go,” he repeats.

“No.” I latch onto his jugular. My canines elongate, piercing his skin, and he whines for me. My cock bucks in its confines, begging for friction and touch.

“Gods,” he groans and palms my asscheeks. I can feel his claws growing, pricking me. “Fuck. I can’t do this. I’m sorry. You told me no, and I’m respecting that.”

It happens so fast, I don’t have time to fight or argue. He peels me off him easily and plops me on the bed. “Lucan, please,” I cry.

“No, Zander. You will hate me when it’s over and I—” He stops, swallows, and shakes his head. “Just no.” Then he shuts the door and leaves me.

He fucking leaves me.

Naked, sprawled out on the bed, and my fist shuttling my cock, I writhe and twist. I’ve been at it for thirty minutes with no relief.

My balls ache, but my hole hurts more. It’s not doing what it’s supposed to.

I tug on my sack, hoping that’ll do something, but it doesn’t.

Because I’m stubborn and holding onto the last bit of willpower I have, I haven’t touched the toys I know are in those bags. I won’t be able to use them.

I may as well have a human asshole at this point.

Quickly licking my fingers, I get them nice and wet and try to finger myself. The pain is instant, and I cry out. It feels like my entire channel is sealed shut. A horrible ache blooms near my rim, too. Lucan’s scent is fading, and despite keeping his shirt right by my face, all I can smell is me.

I need him. I fucking need him.

Frustrated, I pull my fingers away from my hole and claw at myself. Everything is so sensitive, but everywhere I touch brings no satisfaction. It feels like I’m dying, burning alive with a fever only one person can eliminate.

“Lucan!” I cry, rolling onto my stomach, and thrusting into the sheets.

I need his voice, his hands, and his big cock. I need his words, his strength, and dominance.

I need, need, need.

“Lucan, please!”

Through the door, I hear him, “I’m here.”

I whine as loud as I can, shaking and aching all over. “I change my mind! Touch me! Help me!”

He whines right back, the door doing nothing to dampen the sound. “You know you don’t want that.”

“I do. I want it so badly, Luc. Please.”

When he doesn’t burst through the door and mount me, I howl in agony.

With shaky limbs, I crawl over to the bags and rifle through until I find what I’m looking for.

The dildo is enormous, complete with a knot.

I’ll just have to suffer through the pain.

Scrambling to my knees, I position the toy between my legs, spread my cheeks, and lower down onto it.

The pain is excruciating, and I scream.

“It hurts! It hurts!”

That’s when he comes into the room.

He takes in the entire scene while I double over, throwing the stupid toy at his feet. I’m unable to take in a solid breath, miserable down to my fucking bones, and all he does is look around like he lost his sock. “Zander…”

“I told you,” I cry. “I told you.” Gods, I must look so fucking ugly.

He sniffs the air and frowns. “I don’t smell you. Your slick…it’s…”

“I don’t make any!” I roar. “I never have. It hurts and I—” I fall onto my side and hold my stomach. My cock is so red it’s nearly purple, hard and pulsing with the need to come.

Lucan curses, growls, and then he’s on the bed, pulling me into his lap. I go eagerly, clawing at him and wedging my nose into his neck. I lick, suck, and bite at his skin while he strokes my naked back. “I’m sorry, sweet thing. I should’ve known. I should’ve smelled it.”

I whimper, grinding my hard length into his stomach. “ Help me. ”

“Can I check?”

He can do whatever he likes as long as he doesn’t let me go. “Yes,” I pant, continuing to use his abs for friction. Now that I can smell him up close, straight from the source, my senses are heightened. Every minor touch, every breath across my shoulder, I feel so much more.

Gently, he spreads my cheeks and swipes his finger over my hole.

That first brush over the most vulnerable part of me has me gasping and mewling.

Taking his time, he swirls the digit along my rim, almost like he's looking for something. He must’ve licked it first because a slight chill rushes over my sack.

A pleased rumble vibrates his chest. While he’s distracted with my ass, I push up his shirt and suck on his nipple.

“Fuck, Zan.”

“Mmm.” I pull it taut and bite him.

“Fucking hell. ”

“I could eat you alive ,” I confess, dragging my tongue over the small tuft of fur between his pecs and up until it hits fabric. “Off,” I demand. “Take this off.” He doesn’t move fast enough, still massaging my rim, so I claw at his shirt until it hangs in shreds.

Launching at his throat, I suck on his Adam's apple and arch my hips back, urging him to get inside me. Fuck, is he continuously licking his fingers? It’s so wet. Warm and hot. Another potent wave of pheromones invades me, filling me up until all I can feel, breathe, and sense is Lucan.

“You should’ve told me about this,” he rumbles and presses a finger inside me. A bolt of pleasure knocks the wind out of me for a few seconds.

All omegas have sweet spots , but they tend to be deep—way deeper than where he's currently stroking.

“I tried,” I whine, eyes rolling back into my skull as delicious heat radiates up my channel. That vise-like grip inside starts to ease. “I don’t make any slick.”

“Yes, you do, sweet thing.”

“What?” I gasp, glancing down at where my ass is impaled on his finger. There’s a puddle forming on his lap.

“I know you aren’t thinking straight, and I promise I’m not going to hurt you, but this,” he presses on a spot inside me, and I whimper, “is rare.”

I hold onto his shoulders, rocking my hips, delirious with need.

“Sometimes omegas have two glands. One at the entrance of their womb and one here.” He pushes down on it again. “And yours hasn’t been touched. Ever. That’s why you haven’t made any slick.”

The more he rubs that spot, the wetter I get. My hole loosens, eager for more. “Take care of me,” I beg. “Please. I need you to take care of me.”

He sits up, banding his other arm around my lower back. “I’ll take care of you, precious. Lean back.”

I do as he says, trusting him not to drop me, and he slips another finger inside me. My eyes cross, and I moan impossibly loud. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he praises and pumps his fingers harder. “Move your hips, baby. Ride my fingers.”

Oh fuck.

My cock leaks profusely now, precum dripping down my shaft and mixing with the slick underneath me. His heated eyes scan me reverently, fueling me with the energy I need to fuck his fingers. But I want more. “More, Luc. Please.”

He adds a third, stroking and massaging my gland until I’m moaning and whimpering. “Feel good?”

“Yes!”

He rumbles in approval and flips us. On my back now, with this big sigma between my legs, I reach for him. The force he’s using to stuff those long digits into me should be enough, but it’s not. I’m insatiable, neither empty nor full. A fog coats my thoughts, and the only thing pierces through it.

Fuck me.

I guide his mouth to my throat, urging him to scent me, and he does. His canines snap shut around my flesh, sucking while biting and fucking me harder. His wrist slaps against my sack with every thrust, and a mixture of pain and pleasure makes me see stars.

His saliva coats my throat, our combined scent sending me over the edge. My cock pulses, cum shooting from the angry tip and landing on my chest. I hold his face, riding out my orgasm, and press my lips to his cheek.

All I want is for this feeling to never stop, but it ends too fast. The ache in my lower stomach returns with a vengeance, and my skin erupts with unbearable itchiness. He’s too far away. Everything feels worse. Fuck this isn’t good enough.

“Get inside me,” I beg. “Please. Please fuck me, Lucan. I need it. I’m—I—”

“You can’t hate me after,” he says, and his sadness pricks my ears. My eyes focus, seeing the raw vulnerability in his. “I’d never hurt you, never make you choose something you didn’t want. I’d be good to you, Zander. I swear it.”

This poor sigma—alpha—whatever.

“I won’t hate you. I promise.”