Page 16 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Zander

I feel him everywhere.

This connection is indescribable.

You hear the stories and recollections secondhand, but you never know , not like this.

Lucan thrusts into me faster and harder, growling and snarling. His claws are out, digging into my skin, and his eyes are fully encompassed with darkened lust. That wild hair of his hangs messily down his shoulders, drenched with sweat. I grab two handfuls of it and tug his lips back to mine.

I can’t stop kissing him, can’t stop wanting him.

When his right hand reaches between us to fist my cock, I whimper against his mouth.

Each pass of his hand over my sensitive tip has me clenching on his length, refusing to let him leave me even for a second.

I touch and stroke every inch I can reach.

His body is built for great things, and yet he’s here, taking care of me.

In this moment, I feel so incredibly lucky that emotion threatens to swallow me whole.

“Does it feel as good for you?” I ask, breathless, needing to know I’m not delusional and this is everything I’m feeling.

“Yes,” he rumbles and kisses me hard. “It’s better than anything.”

I moan, baring my throat for him.

He latches on, biting me harder than all the other times and piercing through my flesh.

His hips move faster—impossibly so. I choke and gasp when his cock thickens.

There’s new pressure deep inside me, his cockhead pushing incessantly against my womb.

Each thrust adds a new layer of sensations, the gland resting just before it sends shocks through my lower abdomen.

No one has ever been this deep inside me before, not even fucking close.

I’m drowning in these foreign sensations, scared, ecstatic, and still needing more .

At some point, it’s almost too much, no, fuck it is too much.

“It’s too much!” I say it out loud. “Ah, ah , fuck. Luc, please , gods!” My hole stretches to accommodate his knot, the thick, bulbous muscle drifts up his shaft until it pushes the head of his cock right against my womb.

I’m fully impaled, stretched beyond my limit, and sobbing because it feels so good.

Dipping his head, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks it hard, and his cock keeps growing.

That knot triples inside me, the pressure builds and builds before I both feel and hear the pop.

I claw at his ass, pushing him as deep as he will possibly go.

Tension coils low in my belly, and my cock thumps in his fist.

That ache, that horrible fucking ache inside me, settles into a high so strong I feel like I might pass out. My balls draw up, my channel squeezes his cock, and it happens.

“Fuck!” he roars, hips jerking, and heat floods me. Lucan barely manages to keep himself propped up as he comes hard . Hot splashes of his seed coat my womb, feeding me what I desire, and that tension snaps.

I come with a shout. Euphoria detonates in my pelvis, my cock bursting between us and slick dripping past his knot.

I’m gushing, orgasming harder than I ever have before.

My back bows, thick spurts of cum land on my chest and chin.

He desperately licks me clean, milking my cock for everything it has and slowly fucking his knot into me.

While I shiver and tremble with delicious aftershocks, he kisses and licks me, rubs my sides and belly.

I go boneless, satisfied, and exhausted.

“Sweet,” he murmurs, tasting one of my nipples. “So fucking sweet.”

I sigh happily, holding the back of his head while his cock continues to fire off pulse after pulse. Everything is slippery and warm between my legs, but I don’t care.

When he stops his gentle kisses on my chest, he presses his left cheek to mine and purrs low in his throat. I fall into the instinct, and we pet each other with our cheeks and hands. Eventually, he nips my ear playfully and then pushes up on his forearms to stare into my eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers.

“Full.”

He smiles down at me, and my heart skips a beat. “Not sore? Hurting?”

I shake my head, running my fingers over his chest. “No.”

“I’ll need to get something for the—” I shut him up by lifting my head to kiss him. He chuckles, then continues, “prevention. I didn’t bring anything and—” Another kiss.

Gods, will this male just let it rest?

I’m trying to get bred here.

“It’ll be okay. There’s plenty of time to worry about that,” I say airily, like I have all the time in the world with this male.

But I don’t.

He’s only helping me through this heat.

Once it's done, we won't see each other again. The thought of it hurts. Like a gaping wound has been torn in my chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He brushes the tear off my cheek.

Sniffling, I mumble, “Nothing. Just…you know.” I gesture to myself.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

Ugh.

“Emotions. I’m emotional. Just a big ol’ emotional omega.”

“Don’t wave this off. Talk to me. We’re going to be here a while,” he insists, and judging by the way his cock still occasionally pulses and his knot is fully locked inside me, he’s right.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do after this. I’m sure you’ll want to be rid of me, and then I’ll have to figure out how to start all over.”

Lucan’s face gives nothing away. I hate that he’s harder to read than I am.

“Why would you want me around, anyway? Almost all alphas dislike me.” I keep going.

“I’m only going to be a problem for you.

And I know you like to be alone out in the woods with all your carvings and stuff.

Besides, I talk a lot, you know?” I shrug a little, still holding him despite laying out all these harsh truths.

“I wouldn’t even blame you if you just left when this is done.

Good news, though,” I try to smile, “I don’t remember how we got from your cabin to the Terra Clan.

So, your territory’s location is still a secret. That’s good, right?”

Strong arms encircle my waist and lift me. Still connected, he flips us so I’m straddling his lap and he’s sitting against the headboard. I chew my lower lip and wait for him to say something. He strokes my hip bones with his thumbs, flicks his eyes over my body, and thrusts into me a little.

“I like the way we feel together,” he says.

“Yeah?” I whisper.

Grunting, he paws at my ass and dips his fingers lower to feel where we are connected.

“Yes. Feels like…” He pauses to rock me on his cock.

It doesn’t feel unhinged and sexual like earlier, but soothing and reassuring.

A reminder that we are sharing this. Honestly, I could happily stay like this forever, even if a wave of exhaustion is plowing into me.

“It feels like coming home after years away.”

I slide my hands up his chest to hold either side of his neck. “What else?”

“I’m scared of this feeling,” he admits gruffly. “Afraid of what it means for me.” I need to yawn, but I don’t want to be rude. However, Lucan is a very observant male, and he cups my cheek. “Sleepy, sweet thing?”

I nod, placing my hand over his.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet.” His cock flexes and gives way a bit. His knot is going down. “I’ll get you cleaned up.” About five minutes later, it fully deflates, and a gush of slick and cum coats his thighs. I blush deeply.

Gods, that’s so gross.

“I love it,” he tells me, lifting my chin so I catch his serious stare. “And when the next wave hits, I’ll show you just how much.”

Although he says nice things, I know it’s just our hormones talking.

Just like I know it’s my hormones making me act like this, like I’m unable to breathe unless we are sharing the same air.

That’s why, after he washed me in the shower, held me and stroked me all over before kissing me tenderly and gently, I insisted we forgo food so he could hold me in the freshly made bed.

I hadn’t realized just how much of a mess I made until we got out of the shower.

I’m cold, but I can’t tolerate clothes right now, so I’m cocooned in his arms and under the blankets. My stomach rumbles, urging me to eat while I can, but I need this. I need him right now.

Does everyone do this? I should probably ask.

“Luc?”

“Yes, sweet?”

I love these little names he calls me. “Do all omegas and alphas do this? Cuddle and need to be close after?”

He hums. “That depends, I suppose.”

“On what?”

“A number of things. I guess it comes down to the individuals. I’ve heard that some omegas struggle to stand physical touch after a rut. They need the downtime to recuperate and center themselves. Others require constant connections. And some fall somewhere in between. I’m sure it varies by pod.”

“By pod?”

He is twirling my hair around his finger. “Yes. Families.”

“Are there no single omegas and alphas in your clan? Like, they don’t have pods?”

“No. Not in my clan. Once a wolf comes of age, they are assigned a pod.”

“But you don’t have one.”

Lucan stiffens, the ministrations with my hair stopping.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. I—”

“It’s okay,” he soothes. “You’re right. I…I don’t have a pod anymore.”

“How come?” I look up at him, seeing how far away his stare is.

With a heavy sigh, he peers down at me. “I made the mistake of presuming my place among them.”

I scrunch up my nose. “How?”

He doesn’t look away as he says this, his pain reflecting in his eyes and spearing right through me, “I believed my omega would choose me as I chose him.”

I place a hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart as it sounds in my ears. “That’s why you’re a sigma,” I whisper.

“What else do you call a rejected alpha?”

“Luc…”

“Rest, Zander. I’ll be alright.” He tucks me back to his chest, effectively ending the conversation.

But my thoughts don’t stop.