Page 28 of Advocate Omega (Unforeseen Paths #1)

Zander

At least ten clans that Griffin knows of force their omegas into submission. Ten! I can’t be the only one who sees the problem with that. And it isn’t just submission, either. They’re forced to do all sorts of things.

I can’t stand the thought of allowing it to go on even for another hour, let alone the week Lucan says we are going to stay here.

I know firsthand what these wolves go through. I know how empty they feel.

Do they know what it feels like to walk out their front door without someone telling them no?

Have they ever just… gone somewhere ? Alone?

I doubt it. Or better yet, how many of them have big dreams and even bigger ideas only to be pushed down, forced on their backs, and be someone’s toy?

I doubt anyone listens to them. I doubt anyone has even cared to ask how they feel.

Are they happy? Sad? Content? Fucking miserable?

I want to be the person that they can turn to for sanctuary.

I want to be that omega that sets the standards for all of us.

We do what we want, and alphas are at our mercy, not the other way around.

Lucan has taught me that. Despite their bite and bark, alphas are nothing without an omega.

It’s a two-way street, and I’m tired of watching myself and all the others be stuck at a dead end.

“What do you have cooking in that head of yours, sweet thing?” Lucan asks softly.

As ordered, the Kato clan found us a little two-bedroom house to stay in. He wasn’t thrilled with how close other pods are, but beggars can’t be choosers. “I want to make them all pay.”

“We will in time.”

I’m still slightly upset from earlier, so I haven’t allowed him to get in bed with me yet.

He sits obediently in a rocking chair against the wall.

Gabe got me some new clothes since the ones I was wearing came from the Moon Clan , and I couldn’t stand knowing they probably came from another caged omega.

The sleeper shorts are soft and buttery.

And the camisole tank top hugs my torso, accentuating my slight curves.

I’m fully aware that with my knees tucked to my chest like they are, Lucan can see the bottoms of my asscheeks.

Maybe it’s petty of me, but I want to taunt him.

Make him work for it. If I even blink the right way, he will come to me.

Wound tight with want , he tries and fails to hide how his eyes flick down to my booty and back up to my face.

Knowing I’m not ready for us to pick up where we left off, too triggered by it all, he respects my space and hums in thought.

“We need to gather information about the Terra Clan and their experiments,” he says after a while.

“From what I know, they are a formidable clan.

It'll take time and strategy. And I expect names of every wolf who touched you and your parents.” I like that idea.

I like how his voice rumbles when he speaks and how beneath his calm demeanor is a wolf ready to let loose.

“I don’t remember their names,” I admit.

“But I remember their faces.” Yes, eventually killing them all and getting revenge is nice, but my thoughts are two steps ahead of that.

After we get intel and come up with a plan of action to rescue everyone, where will the refugee omegas go?

What if there are other innocents as well?

Are there other betas and alphas too afraid to speak out?

What happens to them? I rack my brain and run my fingers through my hair. “How big is that abandoned town?”

He scratches his jaw, lost in thought, and spreads his thick thighs. “Before we ran out the existing clan, the population was a little over six hundred. So a good size.”

“And it’s safe?”

“We can make it safe.”

“What if—” I stop, bite my lip, and grunt. This is a bad plan. It’d never work. Wolves don’t just leave their clans—their packs. They want security and the comfort of their own. What I’m thinking is just…not done. It’s basically taboo.

Lucan sees my distress over it and leans forward. “Talk to me. Bounce those ideas off me like we’ve done countless times.”

“What if I wanted them all to go there? I could get Gabe to ask Griffin to round up some help, we could get the town ready, and… This is stupid, isn’t it? It’d never work.”

“Keep going,” he says eagerly. “I’m serious.”

“Well,” I take a breath and really lay out the most insane idea I’ve had yet, “I would need you to do your big alpha command. Order them to point out who dies and who is innocent. We need to be able to accurately determine who is who so that no motherfuckers sneak into our sanctuary. I want to help them, not allow demented wolves into our safe place.”

“And once we know who is who?”

“We take them. The innocent. We tell them to follow us and take their lives back.”

“What if they don’t want to? What if they would prefer to stay?”

I…hadn’t thought of that. “Could you make them leave?” I ask with a grimace.

“But then it wouldn’t be their choice, sweet. And isn’t that the entire point?”

“You really think they’d choose to be stupid?” I balk.

His eyes soften. I can see how badly he wants to come to me, and truthfully, I want him to.

Even though we are in the same room, nothing feels right unless I can touch him.

Ugh. “Is it stupid if that’s what they prefer?

There are plenty of omegas who wish to be submissive. It brings them joy and peace.”

“Like Gabe,” I grumble. “Okay, fine. If they really want to be that way, fine. They can do whatever. But I’m going to dig deep to make sure. I’m going to be the best damn omega advocate there is.”

He laughs fondly. “Baby, I think you’re the only one there is.”

“For now,” I growl. “It’ll catch on.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“Ugh, stop smiling at me.”

“But you make me happy.”

Gods, now I’m blushing. My lips fight for dominance, wanting to smile back at him.

My heart wants to just get with the program already and climb into his fucking lap.

But it’s my head —the part that’s never failed me—that says I need to hold out a bit longer.

If he truly wants and cares for me, he will stay put.

“You make me happy too,” I admit softly and flop backwards. Keeping my knees up, I spread them just a bit to test him.

The creak of his hand squeezing the armrests makes me smirk. “Can an alpha trigger an omega’s heat?” I ask casually. “Is that a thing?”

“If they are fated,” he rumbles.

“Fated?” I drag my hand over my stomach, inching the camisole up just enough to reveal a stripe of skin.

Lucan whines. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Me?” I say innocently. “No. I have an itch.” I yank the shirt up higher and flick my nipple.

He groans loudly and flops back against the chair.

I lift my head to peer through my spread knees, and his eyes are blackened with lust.

“Let me take care of you,” he says huskily. “Fuck, I can smell you, baby. Don’t pretend.”

I’m wet, my cock is firming up fast, but I ignore him. Getting comfortable, I continue to play with my nipple while sliding my other hand up and down my stomach.

“Zan,” he growls.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Making you get blue balls,” I say sweetly and slip my hand into my shorts. His heart is beating so loud it’s like a battle drum in my ears. “You said you’re at my command. And I command you to sit there and watch.”

“Gods damn it,” he snarls. “Alright, precious. I’ll play.”

I tug my shorts to the side, giving him a nice viewing of my slick hole and sack.

While one hand works my cock, the other dips in between my cheeks and circles the part of me he wants most. I tease the area for a few seconds before deciding I want to watch his reactions.

I scoot further up the bed so I can recline against the short headboard.

Catching his heated stare, I suppress a whimper and push my shorts off.

Naked from the waist down, I spread my legs again and bend my knees.

Lucan gets comfortable, leaning back and waiting for my next move.

In my heart, I’ve forgiven him. In my heart, I understand everything he’s said and recognize that his pain is valid.

The end goal here is to show him that while I still want what we have, I am the one in charge.

It’s my choice if he gets to touch me. It’s my choice if he is near.

No matter how much my body’s instincts call out for him, I’m in control.

And it’s burning me alive with want , knowing he’s following my rules.

“Is your cock hard?” I ask, cupping my sack and massaging it.

“You know it is.”

“Show me.” I’m trying to sound firm, but it comes out breathless.

Slowly, he flicks open the button of his jeans.

Wearing a tight, gray shirt and dark denim shouldn’t be anything to salivate over, but the male makes clothes look fucking obscene no matter what it is.

Never taking his eyes off me, he scans over my face and body with desire and affection.

The sound of his zipper lowering causes my chest to hitch, and I wet my lips, wanting to see him. Needing to see how much I affect him.

And when he reaches inside his pants and pulls out his big, thick cock, I whine for it. A pearl of precum sits at his slit, beckoning me to go lap it up. I swipe at my slick hole and spread it over my shaft. The bunched-up material of his pants hides his knot, so I jerk my chin at them.

“Take them off.”

He groans, eyes darkening even further, and slides his jeans down his legs. Once I get sight of his knot, I whine. “Ugh, that’s so hot.”

“This is your game, sweet. I could have already been inside you.”

“Shh,” I say and pump my cock. “I don’t want you inside of me.” Yet.

Smirking, he drags his fist up his shaft almost torturously slow. I swallow hard, fucking my hand a little faster. “Are you going to make yourself come, baby? Going to fuck your pretty hand?”

My eyes flutter shut. “Maybe,” I purr. “Maybe not.” I hear him spit, and they shoot right back open again. “Oh, that’s cheating.”

He’s touching himself, and it’s making me feral. That big hand circles the head of his cock, sliding the slippery saliva all over it. His scent dominates the room, and I know he’s doing it on purpose. But when he slides down to massage his knot, I growl.

“Don’t touch that. It’s mine .”

A pleased groan rumbles up his throat, and he stays away from his knot.

Some more slick drips from my hole, and I involuntarily clench on nothing.

This is all new to me—wanting a fat cock in my ass—but I’m embracing it.

Since I’m still not willing to give in, I let my fingers abandon my throbbing erection and slip inside.

It takes a few seconds to find the gland he swears is in there, but when I do, I moan.

“Ah, fuck,” I whimper, trying to massage it like he’s done before. “Luc, it feels so good.”

“It’d feel even better if it were my cock,” he growls. “Baby, please.”

“Keep doing that,” I gasp, pumping my fingers deeper. “Beg me.”

His cock flexes, precum oozing from his slit. Gods, he fucking likes this— loves it. “Let me take care of you. Please, sweet thing.”

“But I can do it myself,” I say around a guttural groan.

“I need to take care of you. Need to taste you, feel you clench around me. Please, my heart. Please let me touch you.”

I whimper, squeezing my too-thin fingers. “What would you do to me?”

He leans forward now, gripping the armrests and barely resisting the urge to come for me. “Take your pretty cock into my mouth. Bury my tongue deep in your tight hole. Pump you so full of my cum your belly stays swollen for days .”

“What else?” I gasp, feeling my orgasm approaching too soon.

“Kiss every inch of you, savor your soft skin and perfect curves. I’d scent you from your toes to the top of your head.

Breed you and make you mine forever.” More slick drips down my fingers and onto the bed.

He snarls and shakes his head. “It’s wasted on those sheets, love.

Wasted. Let me come to you, and you can drip onto my tongue. ”

“Fuck,” I cry as my cock stiffens. “Luc! Now! Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate. On the bed within seconds, he rips my hand away from my hole, shoves one arm under both of my knees, and rolls them to my chest. A vicious and rabid growl explodes from him as he stuffs his tongue inside me, feral and wildly lapping at my slick.

“ Ah, ah, ah!” I wiggle and writhe, pinned down while he feasts on me. “More, Luc. Give me more!”

His long, thick fingers spear inside me.

Immediately, he hammers onto my gland; those calloused fingertips press on it over and over.

He lifts my bent legs even higher to lick and scent my sack.

Canines nip over the sensitive skin, his nose hitches one of my balls up for better access.

My dripping cock is pinched between my thighs, angry and swollen.

“Luc!”

With a roar, he drops and spreads my legs, diving down to suck me down his throat. My entire body jerks upright, my hands flying to fist his hair as I tremble and shake. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna—”

His cheeks hollow out, and he swallows. I come with a scream, my hole clamping down around his fingers and my cock kicking in his mouth. As he sucks me dry, I collapse backwards, shivering with delicious aftershocks.

“Mmm,” he purrs, licking his lips and crawling up my body. “Did you enjoy your game, sweet thing?” He kisses me hard, spearing his tongue between my lips and letting me taste myself. I curl my limbs around him.

I let him kiss and suck on my lips before he eventually moves to my throat and bites me. “Yes,” I gasp. “I like bossing you around.” I grab a wad of his shirt and tug on it. “Take this off.”

“Anything you want, my heart.” He does what I ask, then fucks me senseless.