Page 21 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 21

CALLUM

I t’s been a long day. Hell, it’s been a long week. A long month. A long fucking year.

I pad quietly into the house, not wanting to disturb the others. Though, Max’s bike and the town car are both missing. I’m sure one of them has our Omega out and about per Aurelia’s orders.

Good, maybe I can get a few minutes of peace. I need space to breathe and think about the case.

The break-ins are erratic, with no discernable pattern. Not the same neighborhood, not the same kind of targets. Some are warehouses of laboratory overstock. Some are high-tech genetics labs. Some are shops selling pheromone perfumes. Then the hospital and the blood. Traveler blood.

I would say they are unrelated. But my gut tells me otherwise.

It feels like a pattern, like intentional targeting. But, for what? Some mad Beta scientist? Or are some of the break-ins just to throw us off? What could a group organized enough to evade our surveillance want with all of those items?

I rub my eyes. I need to start wearing my glasses at the office. Just one more thing for Zhao to rag me about. His words, like a taunt, still ring in my ears.

“Go home, Inspector. We need you to be clear-headed for this case. So go home, get some rest. And for the love of wolves, go fuck your Omega so the rest of us can have some peace.”

I bristle as I quietly climb stairs, like a ghost in my own house. Like a ghost in my own life. Genevieve made me question everything: my love, my friendships, my own sanity. She drugged me with chemically enhanced scent, and promised me all my wildest dreams– a central bond to share with my packmates; a partner who, though tough on the outside, would submit in our bed play; a chance at children and family.

Then she blew it all up, stealing classified documents that were so top secret we couldn’t even prove they existed. Trying to turn Loren and I against one another by telling each of us she loved us more. But trying to ostracize Max from the pack altogether.

And now, a year later, where are we?

Wrapped up with an Omega whose scent is a siren’s song. Her perfume haunts the stairs and the hallway even up here on the third floor. Loren must have done his job satisfying our Omega well.

I shake my head, trying to focus back on the case.

I thought getting space out of the precinct offices would help me put the dots together, but that old trick isn't working. All because of her .

My cock presses against my uniform trousers.

“I know,” I growl. Her scent is like a drug and even up here in my private study, I can smell her sweet and spicy perfume as I open the door.

Katie.

My jaw clenches.

“She’s not Genevieve.” Loren and Max have said that enough times. I should believe them. But, the fortress I erected to prevent my cock from circumventing my brain again is hard to dissemble.

I need to focus. To figure out what these thieves are after before someone gets hurt.

I need to fuck my Omega. I growl, and slam a hand on my desk.

No, not until she’s ready. Not until she comes to me. I see the way she’s holding back; I can’t go spilling my heart to a woman that’s just going to stomp on it. Not again.

Katie is different .

She is so different. She’s not tangled up in conspiracies and social climbing. She isn't trying to entice me. Gods Above, most of the time she’s actively trying to keep me away.

Which only makes me want to chase her.

My inner wolf growls in delight. That primal part of me that is still a little bit feral wants to chase her, catch her, claim her, and devour her until she is nothing but a quivering nerve of pleasure that I can push over the edge again and again.

Fuck . My cock throbs.

I need a distraction from the Omega downstairs. Gods, how did her perfume get so thick up here? Has she been sleeping in Max’s bed?

No, don’t imagine her against his gray sheets, her golden skin a warm contrast to the cool silk. Don’t imagine her next door, body soft and inviting.

Focus on your work. Thieves, breaking-ins, patterns.

The page blurs before me.

Then I hear a splash and a soft moan coming from the other side of my wall.

From my bathroom.

My cock strains almost painfully against my trousers. On reflex I growl low in my throat. My Omega is in my tub.

I stalk out of my study and into my bedroom. Her perfume coats the space, heavy with lust. So sweet, with a hint of rich spice.

Through my cracked bathroom door, I can see the outline of her head and shoulders peeking out over the lip of the tub. The water ripples and she lets out a breathy sigh.

I’m at the door without consciously moving my feet. My Alpha instincts are screaming for me to bite, and fuck, and claim, and rut.

She’s stretched out, her body floating just below the swirling surface of the water. Her arm is moving in a slight circle and she worries her teeth over her bottom lip.

I growl.

My incisors lengthen and I taste the acid bite of my bonding hormones.

Careful Murphy .

She freezes, then turns wide eyes toward me.

“Callum,” she whispers. Not afraid, just surprised. Good. Her scent remains filled with lust. A wave of perfume hits me smack in the face and I nearly black out as blood rushes away from the head that’s on my shoulders.

Gods damn.

Every inch of my control frays. Need and lust and denial all rage like a torrent beneath my skin. I want my Omega so bad it hurts .

But this isn't about what I want. This is about my Omega and the fragile trust that still isn’t repaired between us.

Fuck, this is what I get for trying to avoid my problems: a gloriously naked woman in my bathtub and I can’t – won’t– do a thing about it.

“I’m sorry,” Kate begins, her posture rigid. Her perfume is still syrupy and sweet and I don’t think she’s sorry at all. No, just surprised. Her lust wraps around me like a caress. I want to touch her, to stroke her damp skin, and to coax little sounds of need from her plump lips.

“Loren said you were at work and that this was the best bathtub,” she continues, trailing off as her gaze finally moves down from my face to peruse my body. There’s no hiding how hard I am for her.

“Nothing to be sorry for. You’re my Omega– you’re welcome to my bathtub whenever you want.” I shift my weight from foot to foot feeling a little like a schoolboy under interrogation. “Loren is right; my tub is the best.”

Her shoulders relax and she watches me from the water. The smattering of bubbles hides the full curve of her breasts from my view. Loren said her nipples were pink that ripen to harrple-berry-red when she was aroused. I want to see them, to taste them. To taste all of her.

I walk calmly over and kneel beside the tub. Just a little touch, a little closeness. As a test. For me, for Katie. For us . I pause, my position giving me the advantage to look down at her and trace the outline of her perky breasts as they remain hidden by the water.

“Let me finish what you started?” I ask, rolling up my shirtsleeves to the elbow.

Her mouth opens but no words leave her lips. She worries that bottom lip again. I am going to bite that abused lip if she’s not careful.

She breathes out a long sigh and nods.

“With words,” I prompt, raising my eyebrows.

She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t pull away from me. “Yes, sir. ”

Oh I like that. I give her one of my indulgent, wicked smiles. The kind I save for Loren when he’s been a very Good Boy and I am going to reward him by sucking him off, or fucking his tight ass until he’s delirious. I lick my lips, tasting her perfume in the air.

“Good Girl.”

Katie’s breath hitches, her own pupils dilating. She likes that.

“You want to be my Good Girl, don’t you?”

She stills, her chest heaving under the water, sending out a cascade of ripples.

“I…” she frowns and shakes her head.

“It’s okay to want something from sex that you don’t want in other spaces,” I say. Loren and I have talked about this over and over. His willingness to let me dominate him in bed play doesn't mean he wants that in any other area of our relationship.

Katie searches my face, her eyes a torrent of lust and wariness. She’s an Omega, but she’s also a military officer. Giving up control isn’t easy. But if she could do it for me–

“Yes… sir.”

I smile again, letting my fingers skim across the water.

“That’s my Good Girl.”

She snorts, but I ignore it. We have time to find our rhythm. Right now, I need my Omega clenching around me. I need to feel every decadent spasm of her pleasure. I need to satisfy her.

I plunge my hand under the water. I find the cleft between her thighs and she parts for me, so eager for my touch. Oh gods, I can taste her scent heavy in the air. Even in the water I can feel the silky glide of her slick. My sleeves are soaked, but it’s of little consequence.

“Callum,” she moans, as my knuckles graze her lips and clit.

“I am going to fuck this perfect cunt with my fingers and you are going to come around me like a Good Girl, but not until I tell you. Understand?”

It’s a test. A test to see if she will let me have control in this. She might not be ready. That's okay. I can wait for her. I must.

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, her hips rising to meet my circling knuckles. I arch forward, wrapping one arm around her back so she’s leaning into me. Her chest heaves as a tremor of pleasure quakes her body, her tight breasts peeking up through the water. Gods above and below, she is magnificent. Her nipples are rosy buds, hard and straining for attention.

“Can I taste those pretty breasts?” I ask, my husky voice betraying my desire and need. I might not be as patient as I imagine.

“Yes,” she moans, and I don’t push her to say sir . No, I swoop down to lick around her areola, before sucking the whole breast into my mouth, while gently teasing her clit. Katie grabs my forearm to steady herself in the water, gasping my name as she arches out of the bath.

Without preamble, I slide my first two fingers into her cunt, roughly circling her clit in the water. She groans, thrashing in my hold.

“Callum!”

“Oh, such a Good Girl, taking my two fingers. Relax for me, Katie.”

She tenses, and I feel her pushing against the command. I close my eyes. This play time’s about to be over. But, oh gods. Her cunt is so tight for me.

“Yes sir,” she says, and eases her weight back into my arms. She wiggles, squirming around my stroking fingers, but she lets me hold her.

My eyes fly open and I stare at this woman, this Omega, in my arms. She’s letting me keep control, letting me play.

“Good Girl,” I croon, nuzzling her head so that my scent is thick on her hair. I withdraw my fingers enough to add a third then begin to pet her, stroking her inner walls and swirling my thumb around her clit.

Fuck I want to taste her.

“Oh,” she quivers in my arms.

“That’s right, you’re so tight for me, so ready to come for me. But not yet Omega.”

“Callum,” she pants, her hips bucking up against my hand as I stroke her, her inner walls fluttering with the need to climax. I can almost taste the release, taste the jolts of pleasure as they travel through her body, She's going to come hard for me, her Alpha.

“Oh just wait, Omega. When I feast on this pussy, when I fuck you, I will break down every wall you have. You belong to me, Katie Wilder. From the very first day you traveled here, you belonged to me. And when I finally get to have you, I mean to keep you.”

She shivers, but I keep stroking her, pressing harder against her clit with my thumb.

“I’m going to taste all of you: your sweet mouth, your tight pussy, your rosy nipples, and that perfect little hole waiting for me.” I reach down with the arm that's supporting her back and lightly rim her asshole. She squeaks, bucking her hips up so that I can stoke deeper into her pussy.

“Don’t try to run from me, Omega. I am going to chase you, hunt you down and wring out every ounce of pleasure your body possesses. You can’t hide from it, from all the ways I’m going to make you scream my name.”

I hear the feral edge in my own voice. Fuck, I need to pull back, to maintain my control.

But I can’t. Instead, I hold her trapped between my arms, one hand stroking her fluttering pussy, the other edging her hole. She’s panting and I know she’s close.

“Can you be a Good Girl and come for me?”

Katie arches against me, bowing her body back at a nearly impossible angle as she shudders around my fingers, the force of her orgasm squeezing my fingers hard enough to hurt. I feel that gush of her release, hear her wracking sob as she calls my name, holding onto me like a lifeline.

If only she knew.

“Callum,” she whimpers. I adjust my hold, stroking her gently through the aftershocks as the water laps around us.

I want to kiss her. To pick her up and carry her to bed and hold her until we are both cocooned in the quiet oblivion of co-sleeping. I want to slide my aching cock into her tight cunt, to fuck her, or even just to hold her, as though both my arms just aren’t enough.

But if I start, if I open this dam now, there’s no telling where the flood of feelings and needs will take me.

So I hold back. I police all those desires.

“Mmm, you have such a perfect pussy,” I murmur into her hair. I withdraw my fingers and slip them into my mouth, her slick still coating my digits. She tastes like breakfast on an autumn morning. Her cinnamon even spicier, her syrup even sweeter. It’s an addiction I’m ready to dive headlong into.

“A tight little pussy for me to fuck.”

Katie snorts and I open my eyes. The heavy lust of a few moments ago has softened.

“I’m more than my pussy,” she says, her gaze no longer submissive, but full of her iron-edged will.

Playtime is over. At least, this kind of play.

“I know. You also have delicious nipples and a perfect ass that I can’t wait to taste for myself.”

A look of surprise and annoyance crosses her features.

“Callum,” she says, an edge of scold in her voice. “Are you going to join me?” She splashes one hand in the water.

I want to say yes. But I need to say no.

“I can’t,” I say and she pulls away from me. The warm bubble of this moment pops.

“So you can give me orgasms, but you can’t give me your time ?”

Hurt laces through her words and I grind my molars together. The last thing I want to do is hurt my Omega. I would rather flay my own flesh than cause her pain. But admitting how much damage still remains from Genevieve is not an option.

“When you're ready, Katie, I will give you the world.”

She crossed her arms, hiding those perfect breasts from my view

When I’m ready, I will give her everything she could ever want and more. But today is not the day.

I stand, and like a fucking coward, I turn my back on my pouting, perfect Omega and walk out the door.