Page 34 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 34

KATIE

F uck him. Fuck this stupid house, and these stupid people. Fuck this world and this body and everything .

Tears sear the corners of my eyes, but I focus on running toward the trees as the last light seeps into darkness.

Callum roars behind me, and I feel it rattle through my bones. Fear and desire writhe in my chest. I squash them down, instead choosing anger to propel me forward.

I’m running flat out, but that familiar twinge of pain is growing.

Not now .

“Katherine!”

My name on his lips is like a drug. My movements slow, and I lose my balance.

What is this man doing to me?

Because, fuck me , I want to drop to the ground and let him catch me. I want to fall on all fours and present myself like a broodmare for him to just ravish . I want to be caught by Callum, to submit and let him have his way. Because I know it will be good, and he will take care of me, and I need him.

But I am not the kind of woman that needs a man. No. Not like this. Not this knee-weakening, heart-shattering kind of need.

I scream my frustration at my traitorous body. I stumble, my footing uneven in the growing dark.

I don’t hear him on the path, silent as night itself. I pump my arms, damning my aching knee and I propel myself forward, off the path and across a narrow rectangle of lawn that stretched out in front of a small cottage, hardly larger than a bike shed.

I know he’s coming for me. Chasing me. Like Loren did at his office. But this time, there’s something entirely more terrifying. Because this time, it’s not my gentle giant, but an angry Alpha. One who’s already at the edge of feral. One who could Bark me into complete submission.

But hasn’t.

Infuriating, confusing, bastard.

I slow, looking down the path as I near the tiny building. Maybe I can hide there.

Callum tackles me from behind, sending me face first toward the ground. His arms encircle me, and I land sprawled against his chest.

“No!” I shout, pushing him away.

“Katie, stop this.” His voice is a firm command, but not a compulsion. I press against him, both wanting and hating being caught.

“I love you,” he says, before crushing me against his chest, so tight that I can’t even wriggle. “You impossible woman, I love you .”

“You suck at showing it,” I snarl, thrashing in his hold.

“I know.” He smooths my hair with one hand, then nuzzles my neck. “If you don’t calm down, I might have to bite you to get your attention.”

I pause my thrashing, and he chuckles. “I don’t know if you’re happy or angry at the prospect of me biting you.”

“Fuck you, Callum,” I say, making it very clear what my feelings are. Except that even as I shout into his face, I stop struggling. I don't want to fight against him. I just want, I just want…

“I’d much rather fuck you , Omega.” Callum lifts my chin, his midnight eyes blown to deepest black. His lean features are nearly wolfish, his incisors sharp, his lips full. He could eat me alive and I would enjoy it.

“I don’t just want your cock,” I hiss.

“No?” He blinks, then licks a trail down my neck. “What do you want?”

“Your heart. Your time. Your attention .” I choke on the last world. It hurts to say, to admit that I need attention. It feels like a weakness. But in his arms, it’s as if every shield that I have erected has shattered. It’s just Calum and me, an Alpha and his Omega.

“Oh my darling Omega,” he purrs, kissing my exposed collarbone. “You already have my heart. And you have possessed all my thoughts since we first met. But as for time,” he pauses, raising up on one elbow to stare down at me.

“You may possess all my minutes and hours and days. I have been yours since you arrived here, and I will be yours until I am nothing but bones in the ground. If you will have me.”

His breath catches. His chest heaving over me.

If I will have him.

Will I? Because I know deep in my gut there’s no take backs. This might not be the bond bite Aurelia warned us about in Omega 101 class. But somehow it feels like more .

“Show me how to have you, Sir,” I whisper against his cheek.

Callum roars, fisting my dress and yanking it violently up my hips. He isn’t gentle, or even playful. No, he’s a man on the edge of losing control. It’s hot as fuck. He rolls us, so I’m on my back and he’s hunched over me, a shield against the crowding night.

“I have dreamed about tasting this pussy.” He pushes my dress up my hips, exposing my lacy thong to the cool air. I squeak, but he holds my thighs tight.

“Let me lead,” he says, running a finger along the edge of my thong.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp. If this is what he needs – role play and some control– I can give that. I can let him take the lead on my pleasure. Loren and Max are willing to share in bed, but if this is Callum’s desire?

“Good Girl,” he purrs. I nearly come right then.

He pulls my thong down my legs, tucking the wet fabric into his shirt pocket.

“For later.”

Then he takes a generous, languid lick right through my folds, circling my pussy until I moan and squirm under him.

“Oh baby, you are so wet.” Callum’s purr vibrates through my thighs into the very core of my being.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” he teases, licking just the very tip of my clit.

“Please fuck me.”

Callum licks me slowly, letting his tongue drag deep into my wet folds, before swirling around my clit. It sends pulses of magnetic bliss radiating out to each of my nerve endings.

“Tell me you want my cock.”

“Please,” I whimper again.

“Tell me, Katie. Tell me you want this.” He rocks up onto his hands, unbuttoning his trousers. His cock springs free, straining toward me with a bead of precum already weeping from his tip.

“Oh,” I moan, wanting to both ride his thick length, and to suck the flavor from him.

“ Omega, ” he purrs, rubbing his hot, swollen cock against my clit. I hiss in delight and need.

“Fuck me with your cock. I want it. I want you.”

I grab at him, catching his jaw in my hands. His midnight eyes bore into me, as though they could peel away each layer until I am nothing but soul. I run my fingers over his jawline to his full lips.

“Callum, come home to me. Come home in me.”

His face contorts in a look of pure anguish – so much want and so much vulnerability. This man, this fucking man.

“I can deny you nothing.”

I press my lips to his, rolling my hips up to meet the slick tip of his cock.

He thrust forward, sliding deep into me. God, he is thick, the slide is slow as my body stretched around him. He rocks with me, slowly letting me adjust to him.

“Mercy, woman, you are so tight. You could kill a man,” he groans into my hair, slowly pressing further and further in.

Each exquisite inch opens me further, the slight burn softening into a fizzing bliss. As I relax into his arms, Callum thrusts again, and I feel the ring of his knot rub against my pussy lips.

“Can you be a Good Girl and come on my cock?” He murmurs into my ear, his thrusts still gentle, but his wicked fingers find my clit, rubbing a tight circle over my sensitive flesh.

“I-” I gasp, the tingle building at the base of my spine.

“Such a Good Girl,” he sucks on my neck. “You’re going to come on my cock so that I can feel how tight you hold me.”

I moan, at the edge. Callum bites my neck without breaking skin at the same time he presses into my clit and pleasure explodes like fireworks behind my eyes, blinding me with bliss.