Page 14 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 14

MAX

K atie and I hover beside one another, letting Loren’s presence ebb from the room.

“Still okay, Tough Girl?”

I know she’s still physically turned on, her perfume is rolling off her in thick clouds. But, that doesn’t mean her mind is still in the game, and I don’t want my Omega to be thinking of another Alpha when I’m balls deep inside her.

Call me jealous, but there are lines even for packmates.

She swivels her head on her shoulders before leaning her body back into me.

“Yeah. Just…” she hesitates. Gods above, I do not want us to return to all of those hesitations. It’s been a positively dreamlike day with her here. Truly, fully here, mentally and physically, with our Pack. I don’t want to see her retreat again.

She turns in my arms, pressing her body against mine. “Was she so bad? To fuck him up like this? Or is this just him?”

She doesn't have to name Callum or Genevieve for me to fully understand the question. I brush a few stray strands of hair from her face.

“A little of both. Cal… Callum had a rough time as a kid. I did too, but I know I was wanted, was loved. Even if other things were fucked up. My Ma and Dads– they tried their best. But Cal, he didn’t have that. He wasn’t seen as worth anything until he presented. So, he’s got that baggage riding him. Then Genevieve…”

How I explain Genevieve? The woman who blew into our life like a whirlwind before leaving us poisoned and broken in her wake?

“She was a plant,” I say and Katie stiffens in my arms.

“What?”

“She was sent by foreign operatives to get to the intelligence that Cal and Loren still received from Loren’s Dad– you know that Alfonze just retired as the Commandant of the Savolinnian Army? He was the Commanding General for the last decade. Loren and Callum both served under Alfonze. He was using their… particular skills and insights to root out anti-Omega and Anti-Alpha insurgencies that were creeping in from Kharawyn.”

Katie’s mouth hangs open, her eyes dilating in shock.

“Yeah, I know. Clever trick right? Figuring out that Loren was still acting in a strategic capacity. Though, for my money, she didn’t know that at first. She just came to ruin Loren. In fact, I think she meant to kill him.”

“Why?” She fists my shirt. “Why would anyone want to hurt Loren. He’s… well, he’s a fucking gentleman.”

“He was a soldier, Katie. A lethal one. He and Callum are the reason the Crowned Prince of Kharawyn, Dar Haskan, was put to death. Loren killed him. Not to mention all the people who think getting to Loren would get to Alfonze. So, he’s got enemies.”

“Why didn’t he see through her?” The question is fierce but also fragile. “What about her made Loren and Callum so blind?”

“She used enhanced pheromones for Betas. It mimics the drugging effect of Omega pheromones, but used over a long period can be poisonous to Alphas. Something in the synthetics disrupts our endocrine systems or something–look I don’t do the science thing.” I shrug.

Katie presses her forehead into my chest. Her breathing is hard, her hands flexing and relaxing, pulling my t-shirt all out of shape.

She could rip it off me in pieces if it made her feel better.

“Why didn’t she come after you?”

“I’m not as important as Loren and Callum. Don’t glare at me, Tough Girl. I didn’t serve in the military– I’m younger than Lor and Cal. And I was busy making a name in underground fights. I come from a lower-class pack out in New Beloitte, an old steel town. She wanted to fuck with Alfonze and the military– I was incidental.”

She bares her teeth, a possessive growl passing her lips.

I can feel her anger, the hot, spicy tinge to her cinnamon-syrup scent.

“I am going to break her nose,” she says, before looking up at me, eyes almost glowing in the dim light.

“I’ll cheer you on. The tiny tart needs a good comeuppance. The worst is: Cal and Lor couldn’t prove she’d taken intelligence because there was no paper trail of them having it in the first place. So she spread rumors that because they were lovers, they didn’t have time for her as a Beta.”

Katie growls again, this time pushing me until I take a few steps backward.

“I am going to break her nose and knock out a few teeth,” she says, as she snatches at my shirt.

“You are important, Max. You are my rock, my foundation. You were the first person here to really see me for me, and she was a fool not to see that.”

My heart squeezes; a kind of effervescent joy threatening to shred through my muscles and bone and skin.

My Omega thinks of me as her rock. As hers .

Katie is rocking her hips over mine, grinding down through the fabric, angry and horny, and fuck me, but being dominated by her might be the hottest thing that has ever happened in my life.

She should have been born an Alpha.

But then, she wouldn’t be my Omega. So, no, Omega she stays.

But hot damn.

She yanks off my pants, tossing hem into the pile with my shirt, and I move to help her pull off her clothes. But she stops me.

“No, I need this. Need the control. I’m… angry and aroused. I need to fuck you, Max. Can you let me?”

She wants to dominate, to control. But she knows that’s a hard thing for an Alpha to give up. And she’s asking . She’s asking for me, her Alpha, to consent.

Holy Mother of Wolves.

“Take anything you need from me, Tough Girl. Just let me love you.”

She stills.

Damn, maybe I said too much. My fucking big mouth again.

But she only growls again, pushing me back as she straddles me, keeping my cock locked between her thighs. She’s in that loose black dress, and straddling me, it’s just a thin layer of cotton between me and her slick cunt.

Fuck, she’s soaked those panties. But she’s not letting me in, not letting me push.

Katie slowly drags the black dress up and off her body, letting me feast on the glory that is her body.

“I need you,” she says, slowly running her hands over my shoulders and down my chest. My breath catches, but I try not to move. “I need you, Max. I need to fuck you.”

“Anything,” I barely manage to say, my mouth is dry with wanting. My cock is hard and pressed between her thighs. I can smell her perfume and her slick.

She bends down, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back, so my mouth meets hers. The kiss is bruising and full of her anger and tension. But it’s not unkind. For every punishing push of her lips against mine, she offers me a tender stroke of her tongue.

She pulls away, kissing down my neck until she finds my thrumming pulse. She pauses, sucking on the spot.

I buck under her, unable to stop myself.

“So eager,” she says in a sultry whisper.

“You can drive an Alpha wild, Katie.”

She raises an eyebrow, pulling back enough that her breasts tease against my chest, still trapped in the soft lace of her bra. My fingers ache to pull them free, but she wanted to be in control, so I force my hands to stay flat on the bed.

“Oh?” She says, sliding down my body, and rolling her hips over my cock.

I moan, wanting to thrust up into her, to push aside that little damp barrier between her tight, wet pussy and my cock.

“Well, I only want to drive this Alpha wild.”

“Mission accomplished.” I nearly strangle the words in my throat as she rolls her hips again.

“Mmm, I love accomplishing a mission.” She grips my shoulders as she grinds her pussy against me. I moan, the friction so good and yet not enough.

“Do you need more, Alpha?” She says, her eyes flashing.

“Yes, Omega.”

She crawls back until she’s nearly off me. She’s on her knees, but she’s upright, looking down at me. I am salivating, honest to fucking gods. Salivating as I stare at her tight body.

“Then come here and lick me,” she says, curling a finger toward herself with one hand, and snapping her panties at the hip with the other.

I roll forward, crawling across the mattress, through the stripes of blue and purple light, until I kneel before her. I inhale the musky scent of her sex and perfume, before licking directly in the center of her pussy. The cotton fabric is saturated with her slick. We both groan together.

I want to push her down and splay her out like my own personal buffet. But this isn’t about me– this is about her.

So I lick, pulling aside the fabric and licking her wet seam. I swirl my tongue around her clit, before licking back down her pussy. She fists her hands in my hair, guiding my head where she likes it. I thrust my tongue into her center and hear her catch her breath, her fist tightening as she holds me in place.

I lap up her juice, running my tongue along her inner walls. I can feel them tense and pulse.

Fuck, I want my cock inside her.

“More,” she growls. She widens her stance, giving me deeper access as I continue my licking. She’s riding my face, using me for her pleasure. Her cunt tightens on my tongue and I know she’s close to the edge. Without thinking, I bring my thumb up to circle her clit as I thrust, licking her until she’s chanting my name.

Her slick floods my mouth until it runs down my chin.

Katie rides my face through the last of her orgasm. She quivers over me, her chest heaving as she gathers her breath, her nipples peaked beneath that teasing lace bra.

“Down, Max,” she gasps, gently pushing me back onto the bed.

I lick my lips, catching her dripping release, ready for a struggle. But she shimmies out of her ruined panties and straddles me again.

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” she snarls, lifting herself up over my cock and plunging down hard. No preamble, just her tight, wet cunt around me, fucking me.

She growls again, grabbing my shoulders as she rolls her hips over me. I growl back, my control fraying now that I’m inside her. Fuck, she is so tight, so wet, so hot that I’m going to burn alive from the inside out.

“No one is going to tear this Pack apart,” she shouts. “No one gets to hurt you.” My thrusts rise to meet her, our hips smacking together wetly.

“No one,” I echo her words.

“You are mine , Max. Are you listening?” She digs her nails into my skin. It hurts, but the pain only heightens the tightening of her pussy around my cock.

“Yes, Omega.”

“No Betas will poison you.” She leans back, releasing my arms. She rides me, her body towering over mine, her hands traveling up her perfect breasts and tangling in her hair.

“Yes, Omega.”

“No one gets to hurt you, or hold you, or fuck you without me. Do you hear me?” She isn’t yelling anymore. Her words are soft and dangerous. She runs her hands through her hair as she rides me, her thighs setting a brutal pace like some avenging goddess.

“Yes, Omega,” I croak. I’m on the edge. Her pussy is so tight, I’m not sure how much longer I can last. My knot begins to swell.

“You are mine, Max. Fuck, you are mine and I want all of you.” She groans, grabbing my shoulder as she bears down hard on my cock. I cry out, my knot slipping into her tight cunt, her orgasm pulsing around me, squeezing me so beautifully that I can’t help but topple over after her. I come inside her, painting her with my release. She leans back again and rides me, the shallow rolls of her hips nudging my knot deeper inside her.

Her hands roam over her perfect body– except for that bra– and she rides me like she owns me.

Because, gods above and below. She does.