Page 22 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 22

KATIE

F uck Callum Murphy.

I pace across my bedroom, my body still over-warm from the bath. Loren isn’t back yet, and Max is still at the gym.

Fuck him.

Or, no, don’t fuck him, because he doesn’t deserve it. No fucks for him. The bastard.

His touch haunts me, his fingers demanding as they stroked me over the edge of my orgasm and as they delicately caressed parts of myself that I never let a man near.

But Callum Murphy was ready to help himself.

And I was ready to let him.

Damn it .

I sit on the edge of my bed, angry that I would feel anything other than anger. But I do feel. I feel the sting of rejection, and I can’t seem to shake it off. I am tougher than this. I don’t need his approval, or his attention. Or his strong fingers, or his orgasms.

I whimper and flop back onto the bed. Before I can burrow deep into the layers of blankets and pillows in my nest, there’s a sharp knock, followed by a nearly giddy “hello!”

The door swings open and Max leans in, looking for me with a silly grin on his face.

“Hey Tough Girl, look what I got.” He holds up a pastry box like a little boy might display the flowers he picked himself.

I try to paste on a smile. Max did such a sweet thing for me. But I feel it fray around the edges.

“Would you like… oh, what’s wrong Katie? Is it your sisters? Do you need me to take you to the Conservatory? Are you okay?”

Max notices my mess of feelings immediately. I swallow. I don’t need to drag Max into this mess with Callum.

Except they’re a Pack, so they’re already both tangled up together.

“I’m fine. Thank you for bringing me a treat; you didn’t have to do that.”

Max sits next to me, making the bed dip.

“You’re not okay, and you should always get treats.” He gently strokes my damp hair off my forehead.

“You’re warm.”

“I had a bath.”

“A bath? Alone?”

I sigh, and finally bring my gaze up to meet Max’s.

“Not exactly. Loren said I could soak in Callum’s tub since it was the largest, and Cal was at work. But he came home early.”

“And?” Max’s eyebrows raise. He reminds me of Layla, fishing for information on one of my high school boyfriends.

“And, he fingered me in the tub, but wouldn’t get in the water with me,” I huff, the hurt raw in my own ears. Max wraps an arm around my shoulders and draws me close.

“He got you off, at least?”

“Max!” I bat at his chest.

“What? Callum Murphy can be a rigid prick, but he knows how to make an Omega scream. And if he’s shirking his duty,” Max shakes his head and drives a fist lightly into his open palm. “I’ll have to knock some sense into his thick skull.”

“No need for violence, he did.” I blush and the memory of Callum’s phantom fingers. “But he wouldn’t stay . Why, Max? What is so wrong with me that he can’t stand to spend time in my presence?”

Max cradles me, and I feel the bitter sting of tears. I will not cry for Callum Murphy.

“Oh Katie, it’s not you. It’s all him. He’s a frigid bastard, and he’s got trust issues. I told you a little about Genevieve—”

“I’m not Genevieve!” I shout, leaping out of Max’s hold. “Why can’t he see that? I’m not like her at all!”

“No, you're not.” Max nods. “But Cal– you noticed he’s got a control kink, right?”

I freeze. That’s what it was. I never explored much of kink culture back on Earth– I didn’t have time for that. Sex needed to scratch an itch as efficiently as possible. But Callum knew I liked being called a Good Girl. And he liked being in control.

“Ah, he must have been on his best behavior if he wasn’t ordering you around. Not that he’s aggressive. But, he has a whole thing for submission in bed play. Not my thing, but whatever rows your boat as long as everyone is happy.” He shrugs.

Ah, control. Is that what Callum meant about me being ready? Ready to submit to him? To try on dominant/submissive roles?

Am I ready for that?

Exhaustion slams into me. I try to puzzle through my encounter with Callum, but my brain and body both scream at me to lie down.

“Easy, Tough Girl,” Max says, catching me as I sway. “Looks like what you need is a good old-fashioned snuggle.”

He pulls me into his arms and guides me into a pile of blankets. I burrow into them, a flood of relaxation overwhelming me, as though all my post-orgasm sleepies have hit me at once.

“Thanks, Max,” I say, nuzzling into his arms.

“Anytime, Tough Girl.”

I am on the edge of sleep and the words slip out. “I love you.”

Max tenses in my hold, then gently kisses the tip of my nose. “I love you too, Katie.”

I wake up snuggled under several layers of blankets and male bodies.

Or, body. Since it’s just Max and I.

“Good morning,” Max says, from where he’s draped over my back. He licks the curve of my shoulder and I roll away from him.

“Gross, Max!”

“What, you like it when I wake you up licking your pussy. A shoulder fetish is off limits?”

I can’t help the giggle that erupts from me.

“Come here, Tough Girl, and let me lick you all over. It’s been at least a whole day since I’ve feasted on your pussy, and that’s entirely too long.”

He grabs my hips, pulling them into his lap. I am laughing and kicking at him. But he only pounces on me, playfully nipping at my calf, then my knee, then my tender inner thigh.

“Max,” I say nearly breathless with lust and laughter. What is it about this man?

“At your service,” he says, yanking down my sleep shorts and sling-shots them somewhere into the nest. He stares at my pussy for a moment, as though he’d never seen one before, then licks his lips.

“You’re so cute and pink, and already wet for me.”

Before I can remind him that to me he’s hot and fucking purple his tongue swirls around my clit and I buck up into his face and moan. I wrap my fingers in the thick waves of his hair and hold on as though I’m preparing to ride a bronco.

Max licks deep inside me, and I swear these Alpha know exactly where my G-spot is. Fuck, I‘m ready to come and he’s only just started.

But before he can spiral me upward, Max pulls back lifting his head from between my legs to rest his chin on my hip. He stares up at me with his dark eyes.

“Just in case you fell asleep before hearing it: I love you, Katie. I love your big toes, and your kneecaps, and your juicy pussy.” He licks around my pussy for emphasis. “But most of all, I just love you.”

My throat constricts, and I can hardly swallow. I nod, and tears prickle at my eyes. Everything is happening so fast. And yet, my chest squeezes and I know the words are true.

“I love you too, Max. All of you.”

“I know. Now I’m going to make sure I’m your favorite .”

He dips back down, lapping at my clit and lips, gaze on me until my eyes roll back into my head and I am tight as a tripwire.

“Oh God above, Max!” I shriek his name as his tongue strokes deep inside me and I come all over his face. He doesn't move, just slurps up my slick, adjusting me so he can kiss and suck along my inner thighs.

“Oh my sweet Omega; I could live on your taste alone. Gods, how am I so lucky that I get to taste this pussy in the morning?”

He heaves himself up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his face to meet mine in a deep kiss. I steal back my own flavors, greedily sucking his lower lips until he whines for me.

“Ready for round two,” I whisper as I lick along the shell of his ear.

“Always for you.” He pulls down his gym shorts with one hand, and I help him kick them off, before I spread my thighs wide for him.

“You are better than any drug,” he murmurs, kissing me as his tip teases my entrance. “And I should know, I tried most of them.”

He slides into me, easing this thick cock into my tense pussy with delicious slowness. I’m tight and needy after that wake up orgasm.

Fuck, I have wake up orgasms now. And breakfast orgasms. What next, elevensies orgasms?

I snort, laughing at the idea of hobbit sex.

“Is my cock so funny?” Max says, biting playfully at my shoulder. “Then I must show you just how serious it is.”

Max leans back, grabbing my legs, and nearly tossing them over his shoulders. He pushes my shirt up so he can see my breasts as they quiver with each thrust. He squeezes my nipples as he rocks his hips at this deeper angle.

“There, not laughing now.”

God I can almost feel him in my throat. And it’s delicious.

“So good,” I groan, and Max abandons my nipples, to hold my legs as he pounds into me. His balls slap loudly against my pussy, and he rubs tight circles around my clit.

“This is my tight cunt,” he growls, this time with an edge of feral alpha in his voice. “Mine, Katie. I’m going to make you come all over my cock, not once but twice this morning, Tough Girl. And I’m going to use this pussy until my knot is so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin.”

His thrusts are harder, and I roll onto my shoulders as I take his relentless pounding. His knot has started to swell and it rubs against my pussy lips, a promise that I can’t wait for him to fulfill.

“Max!” I shout, as his fingers press hard into my clit and the tension snaps, a cascade of pleasure breaking over me, ripples of glorious bliss engulfing my body.

But Max isn’t finished, he continues to pump into me, fucking through my orgasm, grunting with effort.

“Katie, oh my Omega. My Love. I’m going to knot you now and it’s going to feel so fucking good.”

He pulls my legs up and slams hard against my pussy, forcing his knot into my tight cunt. I clench around him instinctively, and he thrusts deeper, sliding another inch. His knot is deeper than before and I clench around him, toppling us both over the edge.

His cum is hot, and somehow the intimacy of feeling him fill me makes me want more. I shout his name and a string of expletives, forcing him to rock with me, as he moans my name like a holy prayer.

“Oh, my Omega has a mouth like a soldier.”

“I am a soldier.”

“I know Tough Girl. It’s hot as fuck.” He leans down, kissing me.

“Now, do you want to snuggle so my knot can relax? Or…”

“Or?”

“Or let me keep fucking you until you’re dripping with me?”

He hovers over me, his hips wedged between mine, his cock so deep that I can feel each pulse as his knot readies him for more. Like there’s any question.

“Fill me up, Max.”