Page 27 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 27

CALLUM

“ W here is she?” I don't mean to snarl in Loren’s face, but every Alpha instinct I have rages for me to get to my Omega. To inspect for myself that she is healthy and safe.

They tried to attack my pack. They tried to attack her . And Loren. Fuck even Max.

I want to rip the suns from the sky and light the whole of Savolinna on fire. No one touches what’s mine. Not my Pack. Not my lover. Not my Omega.

I scent her, across the room near the stairs. She’s a heady mix of anger, confusion, and arousal.

My cock leaps to attention, straining toward our Omega.

Damnit, this is not how I want to consummate my bond with Katie. This would be a rough fucking. I might even lose control and rut her, fucking her until we are both past oblivion.

No, I need control. Discipline.

I’ll leave again. Go back to the precinct. I just need to see her. Fuck, I need to see her now.

“Cal,” she says, as she hovers on the threshold of the living room.

There’s no conscious thought, just my Alpha instincts acting. I stride across the room, growling as Loren and Max make way for me. I toss aside my suit jacket, in time to catch Katie up into my arms.

“Mine,” I snarl, before kissing her savagely. No tenderness. No gentle probing or requests for her surrender. No, I am at her mercy. I am so full of my need for her, for her safety and her wellbeing, and her acceptance, and gods, all of her fire and passion. I want to drown in her like a fucking sea.

She pulls back long enough to say my name again, and I bite her throat--not enough to break skin, but it’s enough to get her attention. And the attention of the rest of my Pack.

“Callum, not now. Not like this,” Loren says, trying to pull me from Katie.

“Hey man, don’t rush her. We know you’re upset, but bonding her like this isn’t the way. Let her get through her first heat,” Max says from my other side.

I growl, moving back to her lips again. But I shrug them off, Katie moaning in pleasure as I grind her against my erection.

We have too much clothing on. I need her skin. I need to taste her pussy, that epicenter of her scent and sweetness.

“Cal, Love, please put Katie down.” Loren speaks into my ear. “I know you want our Omega. But not like this.”

I know what he means, not caught in an Alpha rut-haze. Not when what’s pulling us toward one another is fear and adrenaline.

I incrementally extract my lips and tongue from Katie’s. She whimpers, rubbing her hips against mine and my legs buckle. I need her. Fuck I need my Omega.

“Callum,” Katie whispers, her voice so raw it makes me ache. “Don’t you want me?”

“More than anything in the universe.” My voice is thick with desire.

“Please take me.” She cups my face with both her hands, her pupils blown out, her gaze hazy with lust. A cloud of her perfume clings to us, thick with pheromones.

Oh gods, this is almost like a heat. If I’m not careful, I will rut her.

“Not like this,” I whisper. “Not when you’re only saying yes because of hormones and adrenaline. No, Katie. When I take you–and I will take you– Soon. I want you to come willingly to me. I want all of you, not just your body.”

I force myself to set her down and step back. My cock aches to the point of pain. Fuck, I need to come, to rut.

Loren takes my hand, tugging me upstairs. I am going to fuck him, to release all this fear and lust and need. I love Loren. I want to fuck him with my Omega. I want to rut into her tight ass while he fucks her pretty pussy. I want to watch her ride him until he comes, their faces both torn by bliss. I want all of us together, fucking and sucking and coming.

“I need her,” I stutter, my control slipping.

“I know,” Loren says as he closes the door behind him. I hear Katie growling and panting, and screaming and I know that Max is taking care of her needs.

“They keep trying to separate us,” I say, tearing my shirt buttons off in my haste.

“But they can’t,” Loren says calmly as he undresses. “We’re Pack,”

“Not until we bite her,” I hiss. I grab the lube from his nightstand, and hear the muffled sound of Katie’s shrieks of pleasure. I growl, my feral edge returning.

Claim. Mine. Fuck. Rut.

“You can’t bite her until her heat,” Loren warns. What he says is truth. She needs to know us in her heat, to see if we can truly satisfy her needs when it matters most.

My Love is pulling me back down from my Alpha rage, but I’m still hard and need to satisfy this lust. I push him against the bed, pouring a generous amount of lube onto my hand, before coating his hole and my cock.

“Two or three months,” I grunt, sliding in all the way to the hilt. I don’t want to hurt Loren, or punish him for pulling me back from the brink. No, I love him. I need us both to find our rhythm, to find our push and pull together. So that we can bring Katie in when she’s ready.

“Callum,” Loren groans. I reach forward, grabbing his hair with one hand, and cupping his balls with the other. I fuck him deep and slow; not enough to come, just enough to keep us both edged and so hot.

Two or three months .

Can I wait that long? Can I wait for my Omega to be ready? For my own heart to be ready?

“Fuck, Callum, please!” Loren moans.

“That’s my Loren, begging like such a Good Boy.” His ass tightens around me, forcing me deeper. I grunt and pull back, holding his hips steady as I pound into him, driving us both closer and closer to the edge, until I feel it, that rim of pleasure and oblivion so close I can throw us both over it. I fist his cock, pumping it in time with my pounding thrusts, until I wedge my knot past the tight muscles of his hole. I squeeze his knot as my come releases inside Loren’s tight, tight ass.

He groans, his hips bucking into my fist as he soaks his sheets, my fist holding his knot in an iron grip. I can’t stop my thrusts, a rut building at the base of my spine.

“Take everything you need, my Love,” Loren says, his body shaking as he falls onto his elbows.

“I love you,” I whisper, before the rut takes over and I fuck into Loren, nearly mindless to the lust and pleasure that envelopes our bodies.