Page 22 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Zander

My orgasm this time is significantly different from all the others.

It’s similar to the many I had before—when I would jack off.

Lucan doesn’t knot me either. Our bodies aren’t calling for it.

And I know my heat is done. I glance up at his face as he pants above me.

I brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes and over his shoulder, savoring the last bit of connection before he eventually pulls out.

“Don’t go,” I whisper.

He settles between my spread legs and rests his head on my chest. I sigh happily and pet him. “Going to feel this tomorrow,” he mumbles before kissing my right pec.

“Will you be okay? You haven’t eaten in like…a week, and you almost killed a guy.”

He chuckles and bites my nipple playfully. “I’ll be fine, sweet thing.”

“Why did you do that?” I ask, curious why he’d be so quick to defend my honor.

Look, I’m not… dense. I know that what Lucan feels for me goes deeper than just helping out a delirious omega in heat.

It’s obvious. I’m just not sure I’m ready to dive into those feelings after everything that douche canoe was saying earlier.

Lucan’s clan wants me. And they don’t want to help me find a damn career. They want to make me their brood cow.

Yes. I’m still on that train of thought.

“Because he was going to take you from me,” he whispers. “And I wasn’t going to let him do it. He used to be my kin, and I was ready to end his life. I didn’t care what that’d mean for me, for his pod—nothing. The thought of him taking you was too much to bear.”

I rub my hands down his thick spine, loving the way his weight feels on me. “Do you think he will say something?”

“Of course. He won’t keep something like this from Ulric.”

I was afraid of that. “So he knows it’s me…then?”

He lifts his head and reaches to thumb at my split lip. “He does. I couldn’t deny it. And for some reason, your lack of scent gave it away.” Frowning, he continues to stroke my cut. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, precious. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve been more careful.”

“It’s just a cut,” I say. “It doesn’t even hurt, and it’ll go away in like another hour.”

“Is it true that you don’t have a scent?”

I snort. “Duh. Why do you think I kept saying it? You’re the weird one.”

He hums, the sound rumbling in his chest. “I don’t think that’s it.”

“Before you woke up my ass, I thought that was defective too. No scent. No slick. Worst omega ever.”

“Stop that,” he snaps. “Nothing about you is defective.”

“Whatever you say,” I sing-song sarcastically, and he growls. “What? I’m agreeing with you.”

“You’re being a brat.”

I stick out my tongue, and he digs his fingers into my side. I yelp, then laugh loudly, squirming and kicking out my legs. “Jerk! That’s cheating!”

Lucan continues to tickle me, smiling and laughing, chasing my wiggly body with ease. Eventually, he gets on his knees and utilizes both hands. I squeal, the last remnants of his cum gushing out of me and making a sticky mess. “Stop!” I whine.

“Ask nicely, baby,” he teases, moving up to my armpits.

“Please!” I whine, unable to stop laughing and crying. “Please, Luc!”

He stops his assault and kisses me hard.

That tongue I’ve grown addicted to pushes past my lips and tangles with mine.

I fist his hair, holding him to me and tilting my head to give him better access.

We kiss for long seconds before he comes up for air.

Light shines out of his green eyes; those stormy clouds are nowhere to be seen.

His cheeks are flushed, and a smile graces his full lips.

“Do you remember what you said? That first night?” I ask, breathless.

“I do,” he says with a cute, confused frown.

“I feel it.”

“Yeah?”

I nod, gliding my hands over his cheeks and stealing a few more gentle kisses. “Feels like I’m home too.”

The following morning, Lucan is exhausted.

No longer full of energy due to the rut, he’s nodding off at the table while eating breakfast. Gabe told me about this before.

Apparently, Griffin needs an entire day after a rut to sleep and recuperate his strength.

Unfortunately for us, we don’t have that luxury.

I’m antsy to get going. There’s no way we can afford to keep staying here, not with the entire Moon Clan aware of what we’ve been doing for the past week.

“Luc,” I say gently and pat his arm.

He jerks and blinks rapidly. “Damn it.”

“It’s okay. Finish your breakfast.”

Smirking, he says, “Bossing me around now, sweet?”

“Someone has to. Otherwise, you’ll be wearing your eggs.”

Yawning loudly, he shovels the rest of his food into his mouth and then leans back.

I miss seeing him shirtless. Wearing clothes with a body like that is just wrong.

Now that I’m one hundred percent back to normal, I can confidently say that I am attracted to this male.

There’s no fog of lust clouding my judgment, and nothing to blame my desire to be near on.

Like, I really fucking like this guy.

It’s terrifying.

But now isn’t the time to dissect those feelings. We need a plan. Not that I’m great with those, I tend to wing it most of the time. Every plan I’ve ever made has gone up in smoke after completing the first step. I’m a horrible planner. I could never be a spy or a military man. Ugh.

“What are you thinking?” he asks sleepily.

“That you need coffee,” I quip, and he chuckles. Blushing because I like making him laugh, I clear my throat and get serious. “Where are we going to go? Won’t they be, you know, after me now?”

He nods. “They will try.”

“Makes sense. Sorrel omegas are really fucking fertile,” I comment and then pale. My heart drops out of my ass and I gasp. “Luc! Oh fuck , Lucan! You knotted me! At least twenty fucking times!” I’m going to be knocked up! Pregnant! Brood fucking cow.

I shoot to my feet, hands flying to the top of my head. “I don’t want to be a mother!” I wail.

“You’d be a father, sweet,” he says carefully and stands. “But you have nothing to worry about. I got a preventative when I went to town.”

My panic wavers. “You did?”

“Yes.”

“Give it to me!” I bark.

He walks over to me and cups my cheeks. “I already did. It was in your spaghetti.”

“You drugged me ?”

His eyebrow arches.

“Okay, I’m being dramatic,” I admit, then frown. “What if I wanted to have kids?”

“You have done nothing but say the opposite.”

“I know,” I say hotly. “I know. And I don’t.” Totally don’t. But then I peek up at him and feel guilty. “It’s my choice, though. Right?”

“Of course,” he coos and kisses my forehead. “You wouldn’t let me discuss this with you during your heat, so I figured it was best to be safe.”

I nod, feeling relieved and…sad all at once. Must be a temporary psychosis brought on by the fact that I think he’s hot. “Sorry,” I grumble and cling to him. “I know that’s not a fun subject for you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You say that, but I’m not sure I believe it.”

He grunts.

“Fine. Since I’m not impregnated , I should probably call Gabe and let him know I’m alive.”

“Gabe?” Luc asks with a growl.

“My friend.”

Another grunt.

Gods, this is what I’m talking about with alphas. They are so territorial.

“He’s an omega. The one I trust?”

“Oh,” he whispers and releases me. “Do you know his phone number?”

I nod fast. “Have had it memorized for the past three years.”

“And he won’t…say anything?”

“Actually,” I say distractedly, a plan formulating in my head. “He might just be the very person we need.”

The phone rings and rings before going to voicemail. I growl in frustration and fire off a few texts.

Me: Gabe, you little turd, answer the phone.

Me: It’s me, Zan.

Me: Kinda urgent!

I get the incoming call not even a minute later.

“Zan?” he asks, voice cracking with emotion.

“The one and only. I’m alive!”

“Gods, I was so worried! When I didn’t hear from you, I thought—”

“I’m okay,” I say a little calmer. Gabe has the most heart-wrenching, sad voice ever. “But I do need your help.” I glance over at Lucan, who is passed out on the couch. His thick arms are folded over his chest as a soft snore whistles past his nose.

“What is it? Do you need money?”

What a sweetheart. “No, I don’t need money.” I pause to gulp. “I need you to work your magic and talk to Griffin.”

He’s quiet. Then he whispers. “What do you need me to do?”

“We need a place to stay.”

“We?”

I chew my lip, unsure how to explain. “Erm. My…my… friend and I are in some trouble. We need to lay low.”

“Your friend,” he repeats suspiciously. “I’m your only friend.”

I glance back at Lucan. My heart skips several beats. “Guess I have two now.”