Page 25 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Lucan

I won’t beg for another omega again. I won’t.

But deep down, I’m fucking begging the fates to let Zander be mine.

It isn’t a question anymore. It isn’t a what-if or a maybe for me.

I want him. And if I could, I would bond with him this second.

I think a part of me already has. Just the faintest brush of his fingers over my skin sends me into a frenzy, desperate to get closer.

And his lips, those sweet lips, taste better than any other lips I’ve kissed.

All his wild thoughts and ideas fascinate me to no end.

His stubbornness and unwavering loyalty to himself are admirable.

I want to know more. I'm curious about his life, specifically how he ended up living with vampires and on the run.

I want to know what his favorite fucking color is and then build him a home painted in the exact shade.

And then there is the primal side of me that wants to breed him and watch his belly swell with my pups.

I want to be sent out at three in the morning for snacks and stand in stores while he goes wild with nesting urges.

I can picture it all so clearly that it fucking hurts .

With his fingers carded in my hair, his perky little ass grinding over my cock, and those pretty moans kissing my ears, I almost lose myself and forget where we are. Gently pulling away from his mouth, I press my palm to his racing heart and urge him to be quiet.

“Not here, sweet.”

“Why not?” he rasps, trying to kiss me again. “I want you now. ”

Gods, he sounds like he’s in heat all over again. “I’ll find us somewhere else. But make no mistake, no one gets to hear you come undone except for me.”

He whimpers and palms his needy cock. “I don’t even know why I’m horny.”

I smirk, cup his ass, and kiss his throat. “Just because your heat has ended doesn’t mean you’ll never want it again.”

“I’m wet, Luc. I’ve never been wet before.”

I groan, wanting to feel it and taste it. “Later, precious. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

“I want that.”

“Be good for me and wait?”

Another whimper. “I don’t want to wait.”

My phone buzzes on the nightstand where I left it to charge. Zander lunges for it, reads it, and grins wickedly. “Gabe is meeting Griffin for lunch. He’s leaving.” Then he grinds his ass over my cock.

“He can smell me,” I point out. “That’s why he’s leaving.”

“Is that why all I want is your big cock in my mouth?”

“What?” I choke.

Zander is already crawling down my body, his dainty fingers undoing my jeans. “Wait,” I order, and he pauses to look up at me. “That’s not something you need to do.”

He studies me, gently rubbing his hand over my length. “Please tell me no one has sucked your cock. Please ,” he whines, pupils blown.

I go to move his hands away, but he dips his head, mouthing me through my jeans. My head thumps against the wall, hips absently thrusting up. If this little omega puts his mouth on my cock, I don’t know that I’ll survive. Alphas aren’t often serviced like that. We fuck and that’s it.

“You need to get with the times,” he purrs and pulls my cock out of my jeans. His breath fans over the weeping tip, and I bite my fist. “Fuck, you’re so big, Luc.”

I jerk against my will, my body immediately locking up when his tongue swipes up my precum. “Baby,” I groan. “Sweet thing, you don’t—ah fuck .” He takes me into his mouth and sucks.

My eyes roll up into their sockets. Gods , that feels so fucking good.

Taking me deeper down his throat, he gags around me, and I snap my eyes open to check on him.

Drool drips from his lips, coating my shaft, but he looks happy.

Satisfied. Warm, wet heat surrounds my cockhead while he licks and sucks, driving me wild.

I need to thrust and move, but I don’t dare.

If I damage his throat, I’ll never forgive myself.

Instead, I let him play with me, do as he likes, while I refrain from coming.

“Mmm,” he purrs and dips his tongue into my slit for more of me.

I try to control my breathing, but I simply can’t. It feels too good, and my balls are already heavy and full of cum. “I won’t last,” I warn.

He bobs his head faster, swiping his little pink tongue up and down, up and down.

My thighs shake, and I ball up my fists.

Just when I’m about to blow, he pulls away with a wet pop and watches as my cock throbs and weeps for him.

All I want is to get inside him, either his mouth or his hole.

“I’m going to make you come,” he announces. “Okay?”

I nod deliriously.

“And then you’re going to take care of me.”

“Always,” I growl. “Come here and I’ll do it now.”

He shakes his head with a cute smirk and dips back down. But he doesn’t go for my cock, instead, he sucks on my sack. I groan gutturally, squirming and fisting my shaft. I squeeze the base, right over my knot. “Is it sensitive?” he asks.

“My knot?”

“Mhm.” He moves my hand away and licks over the swell. “Does that feel good?”

“Precious, everything you do feels good. Fucking everything. I need to be inside you.”

He hums happily and continues to lick and suck on my knot. My hips drive up against my will. I feel like I’m fucking eighteen again, thrusting into the air and begging for somewhere warm and tight to shove my cock. “Please,” I beg. “Please let me fuck you.”

“I like it when you beg,” he coos and kisses the tip of my cock. “Beg for me, Luc.”

“I need you. Need to breed you. Need to make you mine ,” I roar when he swallows me down. I choke and sit up to palm the back of his head. “Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.”

He swallows around me, and I come.

There’s no stopping it. My cock kicks in his sweet mouth, giving him all of my cum.

He drinks it down greedily, willingly, and I watch in awe as he sucks my soul out of my fucking cock.

Eventually, it’s too much, and he lifts his head, lips swollen and smeared with spit.

I growl seeing it and pull him up my body.

Our frantic hands push his sweats down in one swipe, and he kicks them off.

I haven’t stopped coming, hard as granite for him, and I sink him onto my shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he cries out, his channel much , much tighter. “Ah!”

He’s so wet that he takes me easily. I push up his shirt to kiss and lick his nipples, making him squeal in pleasure. “Ride me, sweet thing.”

He grabs my shoulders and starts to bounce.

Each wet slap of his cheeks hitting my thighs makes me feral.

I can’t stop the passion flooding my veins.

I need to fuck . Flipping us so he’s on his back, I push his knees to his chest and pound into him.

He whines and sobs, head tossed back as I give him what he wants.

“Luc, I’m going to come!”

“Come for me, my heart.”

He tenses, grabbing my hips, and comes with a cry. The sound is so loud I almost smother it, needing to keep it solely for myself. Instead, I drop his legs and lean down to taste his lips. He shivers and rides out his orgasm with my cock buried inside him.

“Fuck,” he pants, nuzzling me and licking my throat. “Fuck, Luc, that was intense.”

“Satisfied, baby?” I do the same, scenting him and leaving multiple bites to his neck and shoulder.

“Hell yes. That was… damn. ”

“Good.” I kiss his lips and send out another prayer to the fates.

Let me keep him.

The shower is meant for much smaller wolves, but I don’t mind.

I wash him and keep him close, grateful to feel his skin against me.

Gathering his starlight colored hair, I lather it with the shampoo and massage his scalp.

I’m so far gone for this little omega I can hardly stand it.

My heart hasn’t stopped hammering with want , and every happy sigh fills me with deep pride.

“Luc?”

“Yes?”

“I won’t hurt you like he did,” he says softly, making my fingers halt. “I could never hurt you like that.”

My throat clogs with emotion.

When he spins, forcing my hands away from his hair, he lifts on his tiptoes to tug my face down to his. “Whatever happens, I wanted you to know that, okay?”

“Alright,” I croak.

“Just don’t take my choices from me. Don’t…don’t force me to do something I don’t want or am not ready for.”

“Never.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I snatch up his lips, sealing that promise into the universe. But I need clarification. Because what he’s saying and how I’m interpreting it might be wrong. “How do you want this to go?”

Twirling a lock of my hair around his finger, he thinks about it. He makes me wait long seconds, fucking suffocating on my bated breath. “I want you to court me.”

My heart slams into my ribs. “Yeah?”

“And…I want to know everything.”

“What else?” I urge.

“Help me figure out what I want.”

“Baby,” I sigh. “That’s not something I can do.”

“You won’t try?” His pretty eyes blink up at me, a silent plea in them. “I don’t know what I’d be good at. I want to be more than…well, you know.”

“You want a purpose.”

“Yes.”

I hum, wondering how I can help. “We can make a list of your ideas.” He nods eagerly, lighting up over my entertaining him. “And you can try them out. If you don’t like one, we can move on to the next.”

“I’d love that.”

Gods, he’s so deep under my skin, and I don’t understand how. “But no exotic dancing,” I say in a playfully stern voice.

He bats his eyelashes and singsongs, “I don’t know. What if I am great at it? What if I just pranced around in a tiny thong and—”

I dig my claws into his ass and growl low in my throat. “No.”

“But—”

“Anything else, precious.”

That little brat smirks. “I think I like it when you’re jealous.”

“Don’t like it too much,” I warn. “I might kill someone.”

He bites his lip and cups my cock. “I think I like that too.”

“What am I going to do with you?” I rumble, needing to have him again.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says casually and wiggles from my hold. He steps into the spray to rinse his hair, and with his eyes closed, he drops a bomb on my heart. “Maybe you could keep me?”