Page 17 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

They run wild with something like…jealousy.

Who would reject someone like Lucan? And why?

I know I don’t have too much to go off of, but he’s not so bad.

He seems…generous and kind—a true caretaker and protector.

But at the same time, he doesn’t have that overbearing trait most alphas do.

Lucan is the kind of male who would not only encourage but insist that I follow my dreams, once I figure out what those are.

As I close my eyes, sleep approaching fast, I wonder what life would be like with someone like him. And I come up with several choice words to say to the person who fucking rejected him.

Slick drips down my thighs, and I shiver with need.

Lucan isn’t in bed with me. Where is he?

I can’t make myself move or sit. The cramps are back, the pulse in my hole is unbearable. So I howl for him. It’s beastial and raw, a call for the only person that can make this better.

“I’m here,” he says, rushing through the door. “I had to take a phone—”

My pitiful tears cut him off, and he climbs into bed.

Wasting no time, he rolls me onto my belly, lifts my hips so I’m on my knees, and thrusts into me.

The moan that rips from my throat echoes off the walls as I slam my ass back onto his cock.

Warm, rough hands hold me in place while we listen solely to our instincts.

Skin slaps against skin, accompanied by grunts and moans.

I reach back to paw at his thick thighs, needing more and more.

And Lucan gives it to me. Everything I need, he provides.

“Gods, I love your cock,” I mewl and moan.

He grabs a pillow and wedges it under my stomach, then he urges me to flatten my torso.

The slight elevation of the pillow keeps my lower back from hurting and provides a new angle to light me up inside.

My arms are above my head, claws shredding the sheets.

I twist my face so I can watch him out of the corner of my eye.

The stripe of hair that grows from his navel to his cock is dripping with sweat.

His pecs jiggle from the power of his thrusts, and his abs flex with every forward motion.

Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe Lucan, but it’s his eyes, the ones that are glued to my ass, that make me feel so sexy—desirable.

Who knew I wanted to feel that way? To be the object of an alpha’s obsession?

“More,” I whine, needing something different.

He pulls out and moves to reposition me, but I snarl and snap my canines.

I want to stay just like this. “Ah,” he rumbles, a cocky grin forming.

Thick fingers swipe down my crease and gather my slick before slipping inside my hole.

He finds my second gland—the one I didn’t know I even had—and massages it.

When my lips part on a silent moan, he cups my asscheek and spreads me wider. “Look at you,” he praises, and I whimper. “So wet for me.”

I am. I’m so fucking wet it’s obscene.

Pulling his fingers from my hole with a wet squelch, he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean. I watch his eyes roll back, a deep groan thundering throughout the room. “You have the sweetest taste, Zan.”

My hole clenches and spasms, needing stimulation.

I reach between my legs to pump my cock and whine when he lowers to his belly.

He pushes my hips flat, forcing my legs to spread to accommodate his width.

When he spreads me again, I squeeze my cockhead.

His tongue snakes out and swipes over my slickened hole, tasting and hungry.

I want to push back on it, force it inside me, but he’s in control right now.

I love that he is.

Alternating between his tongue and his fingers, he works me into a frenzy.

I claw at whatever I can grab, bite into the sheets beneath me, and beg.

Please, Luc. Please, oh please. Make me come.

The growls turn savage against my sensitive skin.

He licks and sucks, nipping my cheeks, and at some point, he’s got both his fingers and tongue buried in my hole.

I rut against the bed, slick gushes from me and into his awaiting mouth.

I never knew this was something an alpha would want.That he'd seek out my pleasure before his own.

“Luc!” I wail when he lifts my hips and steals my cock from me. He flips on his back, pushes his head between my legs, and swallows my length. The heat from his mouth and now the punishing tempo of his fingers thrusting into me is so fucking good .

His tongue licks up and down my shaft, canines occasionally scraping the sides, and all the while, he keeps a perfect suction.

I’m trembling, trying to keep myself propped up on my hands.

He pops my cock out of his mouth and moves to my sack, offering it just as much attention.

“Baby, I know this isn’t what you need, but—”

“Go back!” I cry, my cock leaking, hole clenching. I’m so close. “Please do that again.”

“You want me to suck your pretty little cock?”

“Yes!”

A satisfied rumble, and then he’s back to sucking me down.

Pressure builds in my lower stomach, my hole drips obscenely, and then he presses down hard on my inner gland.

My orgasm hits hard and fast, my cock unloading down his throat and kicking over and over.

He holds me tight, one hand on my ass, the other keeping delicious pressure on my gland, and sucks harder, like he can’t get enough of me and needs more. I collapse, probably suffocating him.

The worst part is, I’m nowhere near done.

“Luc,” I whimper.

“I know,” he coos, scooting me off and rolling me onto my back. “You need my knot.”

I nod frantically and reach for him.

“I’ll take care of you.” In one effortless thrust, he’s inside me, kissing my lips, and making my heart sing. “I’ll always take care of you.”