Page 15 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Lucan

I know I shouldn’t.

I should have listened to what he said before.

But how can I leave him like this? How?

No wonder he thought he needed fucking lube. Whoever he had his first times with didn’t know how to treat an omega’s body. Didn’t know what to look for. I doubt the sad sack of shit even tried.

Is it impossible to find the secondary gland? No. But it can easily be missed due to its position inside his channel. It pisses me off that he’s gone his entire adult life experiencing pain when all he should know is pleasure. That all ends now.

I press a chaste kiss to his belly, and he mewls. So sensitive, this one. More so than I’m used to.

I get off the bed to undress, but he cries for me.

The sound rips me in two, so I get back on the bed and settle for undressing on my fucking knees.

I was a damned fool to think I could resist him.

That I’d be able to ignore his howls of distress, his little whines of need, and his sexy as sin body.

Gods, he’s immaculate. Perfect tiny muscles cover his short limbs, a slight V acting as an arrow to his cute cock.

It’s so hard that even the sheath of his foreskin can’t keep it contained, that pink, weeping slit visible.

When I get my pants off and tear off the remnants of my shirt, I crawl up his body, scenting his inner thighs, stomach, and even his armpits. I bite, lick, and suck my way up to his face, and he grabs my cheeks.

“Call me baby again.”

“Did you like that?” I ask, nipping at his wrist.

His lashes flutter as he nods, cheeks flushed and pretty.

“Tell me you liked it, baby,” I whisper and snatch up his bottom lip between my teeth.

“I loved it,” he arches into me as I glide my cock over his overly sensitive one, “Fuck me, Luc. Fuck me.”

Hooking his leg over my arm, I lower myself so I’m notched at his hole. “Deep breath,” I warn, and he obeys so easily.

As soon as I thrust, there’s a bit of resistance, but his body quickly opens for me.

Hot, slick, and smelling like the best damn thing I’ve ever had, Zander’s legs part wider, urging me deeper.

His mouth opens to form a cute little O.

I want to kiss those lips. Taste them and devour , as he said.

My hips meet his asscheeks, and he gasps.

I wait, letting him get used to my size and the sensation of being full.

Some omegas take longer to adjust during the first wave.

I might be experienced, but I’m not in a hurry.

His inner walls clench greedily around my length, and I nuzzle his cheeks. “It’s so big,” he gasps when I flex my cock a little. “So much bigger than I thought.”

Biting back the cocky smirk, I watch his pinched expression slowly fade to deep contentment. His hole molds around my shaft, warm and slippery. Gods, he feels like perfection.

Those delicate fingers cling to my waist, demanding I move, but I deny him for a few seconds longer. “Soon, sweet thing.”

“Now,” he growls and tugs my face back to his neck. He seems to enjoy it when I scent him, even though at this point it’s purely for his pleasure. There isn’t a wolf in the world that could pick his scent out. No, he smells of me and only me.

I know what he expects, but can anyone blame me for wanting to show him something different?

How many omegas experience their first heats with greedy alphas?

Those who are purely focused on the rut and coming as many times as they can before it ends?

Yes, that part is fun, but Zander wants to be seen as more than his status.

He wants to be treated as more. Like he matters, like he means something in this life.

He wants a purpose.

I can fucking relate.

“Hands on the headboard,” I tell him, and he snaps his arms up. Just for good measure, I kiss each of his armpits, making him moan so sweetly, and then I rise onto my knees.

I throw each of his legs over my shoulders and pull all the way out.

Slick gushes out of him, lubricating his channel and driving me fucking crazy.

Without warning, I slam home, making him cry out in pleasure.

His face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—pure ecstasy.

Pride swells in my chest as my instincts try desperately to take charge and breed him now.

My knot is already starting to swell and push forward, but I keep it in check.

I refuse to knot him after two fucking thrusts.

When his channel flutters and squeezes my cock, I know he’s ready. With a firm hold on his hips, I fuck him like he wants to be fucked. Hard, fast, dominated by an alpha.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants, trying to match my pace but gives up quickly. “Deeper!”

Pushing all the way in, I use his waist, rotating him over my cock and making sure to hit all those sensitive spots inside him.

My cockhead kisses the barrier keeping me out of his womb, the heat there is enough to make me come.

Eventually, I’ll breach it. Knowing I’m the only male who will drives me wild.

I pull out before fucking into him harder.

The longer this goes on, the more my body will send signals everywhere else that we are in a rut, and the only thing we are meant to do is breed this beautiful omega.

“Kiss me,” he demands, reaching for me desperately. “Oh fuck, Luc, kiss me now.”

I groan, dropping his legs to my waist and diving for his sassy mouth.

My tongue spears through his lips, seeking his out and thrusting down his throat.

He kisses me back hard, holding my head like I fucking matter and oozing his sweet pheromones into my senses.

Rocking his hips over my cock, he nibbles and sucks my lips, frantic and addicted.

“Gods, Zan, you’re going to kill me.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” He kisses me more, eating my mouth like it’s the only form of sustenance he’ll ever need.

This goes beyond any heat I’ve ever experienced. This sort of passion isn’t just hormones. Or maybe it is. Maybe…

“Harder,” he pants against my mouth. “Please. I need more .”

I shake my thoughts away and focus on the omega pinned on my cock. “You need my knot, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes .”

“I’ll have to get you something to prevent pregnancy. But—”

“SHUT UP!” He roars, then whines madly when I don’t give him what he wants.

Fuck it. We’ll deal with the consequences later.