Page 16 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 16

KATIE

M ax demands that this morning he gets to make love to me .

“I enjoy being your own personal hobby horse, Tough Girl. But I do want to be the one to make you scream, too.”

So he eats me out until I am shouting his name, then he fucks me deep into a pile of the softest blankets I’ve ever owned. These brand new blankets all have to be washed now. But, it is so worth it.

Max even carries me to my shower, insisting that he needs to attend to my “after care.”

“I have to meet all your needs, even your need to be clean.” He winks at me. “You know, one of those Omega care lessons.”

I laugh, not sure if he’s jesting,barely veiled but let him lead.

Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, I pause on the edge of my bed. Max has a towel around his waist and he’s leaning over me. I want to pull him back down, my body somehow not sated.

“How do you live with it?” I ask him, tipping my head to look up at him. His hair is loose and curling against his neck.

“Live with what?” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against mine.

“Wanting. All this wanting,” I say, my throat closing. I want Max’s cock and his knot and the way it makes me feel as though every cell in my body was made for pleasure. But I want all the rest of him too–the barely-veiled innuendo, and the silly jokes, and the playful teasing, and the rough fighters brawl.

I want all of him.

If I’m being honest, I want all of them .

My Alphas.

All of their past, their hurts, and wounds, and damage. And I want all of their future. Their hopes, and dreams, and life .

Fuck, I want to build a life with these three men.

He offers me a soft, lingering look. “By loving you the best I can.”

I hold my breath, unable to exhale.

His voice is throaty and raw. He kisses me once, gently. Then pulls back.

“Alright, I’m cutting us off. One of us has to be the adult and you’re forcing me to do it. Truly unfair.” He pouts at me. “But I do have to go to the gym and make sure everything is still running. Are you okay with that?”

I nod. Of course he’s a free adult who can come and go as he pleases. But I like that he’s checking to see if I’m okay. He seems to get this strange clinginess that I can’t shake. And I’m not mad about it.

“Go show them that I haven’t actually broken their precious little prize fighter,” I say lightly. Inside, I’m both glad to let him go have space, and also anxious at the thought of him being all the way across town.

Damn. Chill out Omega!

“I need to find Loren and see how last night with Callum went,” I add, as much to remind myself that I have another Alpha that probably wants some attention and who will be right here.

Something about being an Omega makes me hyper aware of the way Loren’s scent feels unsettled. And Callum… he’s a torrent of need and hurt and it’s almost painful to scent him. But he’s also a mystery– a man that was so hot the first time we met he nearly burned me alive, but now is so cold as to be unmovable.

And yet…

“I will chase you across the stars.”

I shiver at the memory of his words and the gentle way he held me.

I need more intel than I have right now to crack Callum Murphy.

Loren isn’t in the kitchen or the dining room when I go down stairs. He’s not in the living room, or the small green reading nook. I sigh, wandering back to the kitchen. Callum has his back to me, his crisp white uniform shirt tight across his back and shoulders. He fiddles with one of his cuffs.

I stare at him, unable to look away. His scent slowly creeps around me until all I can smell is bright lime and fresh fir trees.

“He’s still in bed,” Callum says, but doesn’t turn around.

I open my mouth to reply, but words stick in my throat.

“Callum.” That's all I can say. My body screams to go to him, to lace my arms around his middle and cling to him until he thaws.

But I won’t do that, won’t beg a man for his attention. He’s a big boy and can come to me when he’s ready.

His body tenses at my words. I’m not sure how I know but I can almost taste the longing–and the stubborn denial.

Callum turns to me, but keeps the distance between us. Everything is so guarded, so closed off.

I could be looking at a mirror of myself from just days ago.

Trust is such a fragile thing.

I watch as he intentionally loosens his jaw from where he’d held it clenched.

“Loren was asleep when I got up. You know about Celeste?” He pauses and I nod. “She’s the only sibling he’s close to. He has two brothers–Timothee who’s a brat and always trying to please Alfonze. And Jaques, who mostly lives with his mother at the seaside.” Callum hesitates, before adding, “Loren’s mother, Pack Bellrose’s Omega, has the Omega sickness. It’s slowly killing her–I don't know if you know that.”

My eyes go wide, a searing pain ripping at my chest. The pain of memory and sympathy and deep, neglected grief.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

Callum only shuts his mouth and nods.

“It’s shitty of them to cut you off from the pack if she’s dying.”

Callum’s eyebrows raise.

“Max explained about Alfonze,” I say, hurriedly. “Trying to make Loren choose between his family Pack or his Alpha–that’s shit parenting and I’ll be more than happy to break his nose if you want me to.” My lips peel back in a snarl. I meant for it to be a light joke, but a curled fist betrays my actual feelings on the matter.

Callum laughs. The frost king laughs . His face eases into a genuine smile and my God he is breath-taking. If he’s vicious in his appeal when he’s serious, Callum smiling is nearly knee-melting.

“I would love nothing more than to see you knock the old badger down a few pegs.” He sighs and the smile fades. “Well, almost nothing.”

His eyes roam over me hungrily. I’ve opted for another of the t-shirt dresses, this one in navy blue. It’s fairly shapeless and I feel so…plain. But those midnight eyes trace every inch of me, and I remember the feel of his weight the first time we met.

Callum licks his lips, his pupils dilated but not fully blown out.

“Your Alpha could use some Omega attention. He’s… still tense. And I was called in early to follow up on an on-going investigation.”

“The break-ins?”

“Indeed. Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m at work.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Callum pauses, his gaze narrowing into the most feral look I’ve ever seen on him. Fuck, he looks like he might jump me right here in the kitchen.

That would not be bad.

That might actually be good.

Him touching me at all would be good.

But he only growls low in his throat before spinning on his heel and storming down the steps to the garage.

I gasp in a lungful of his scent as it lingers in the kitchen. My body flushes, and I rub my thighs together. I’m needy and aching for Callum.

What is happening to me ?

I do not let men get to me this way. I do not beg. I do not chase.

But I guess an Omega isn’t above whining after an Alpha.

Damn.

I run my fingers lightly over the fabric of my dress, pressing it down between my thighs, letting the pressure and friction ease the rough edge of need. I rub a hard circle over my clit, feeling the way my black cotton panties soak through as I work out my need for a man that won’t touch me.

Fuck .

A tremor quakes over me. Not an earth shattering release but a small orgasm that pulls the sharp edges of need under control. I slump against the counter.

“Loren,” I moan. I need my gentle giant. I need my playful professor. My smart and sexy Alpha.

My friend .

I pull off my dress and head upstairs to find him.