Page 45 of The Runaway

“Let me make you feel good,” Gabriel murmured into his ear, his hand once more stroking Connor’s cock, and then the climax came, warm and shivery and slow. “You’re perfect,” Gabriel told him as they rested, Connor draped over Gabriel’s chest. “My beautiful omega.” He wasn’t beautiful. He wasn’t perfect. But for a few minutes, wrapped in Gabriel’s arms, he imagined how nice it would feel if the words were actually true.

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Hours later, and working hard to maintain his grip on reality, Gabriel eased out of Connor’s body, a slight grimace curling his lip as he saw the mess on the blanket below them. “Wait here,” he said, then gently tugged the blanket out of the way, tossing it into a pile in the corner of the room. He fetched a clean one and set it out on the bed, then coaxed Connor to lie down on top of it. “Comfortable?”

Connor hummed a low agreement, snuggling into the blanket. Angels above, what had Gabriel done to deserve such a perfect, darling omega? His eyes roamed up over Connor’s body, his long, lean legs, the swell of his buttocks, the flat plane of his stomach. He pressed a kiss there, smiling as Connor wriggled. Another ticklish spot.

Is he happy?Gabriel wondered, pushing through the haze of lust to check on his omega’s welfare again.Is he comfortable?For the moment, Connor looked blissed out, his body limp on the bed. As he watched, Connor rolled his hips, seeking the indulgent friction of the soft blanket against his erection, and Gabriel smiled. Greedy little omega. So warm and willing and so eager to make those little noises that told Gabriel his omega was satisfied with his attentions. So far, he was doing his job well.See?his inner alpha said, sounding smug.Our omega likes us.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now six hours into the heat, and they’d mated nine times. He’d offered to give Connor a break before the last round, but he’d shaken his head and climbed back onto Gabriel’s lap, sliding down over his cock without hesitation. Each time it had been the same, Connor on top, Gabriel fighting to keep his own hips from driving upwards too urgently. And each time, his own climax had been quickly followed by Connor’s. Every time that had happened, Gabriel’s heart had swelled in satisfaction as he brought his omega pleasure, rather than the pain he was so accustomed to.

He felt a soft hand stroking over his own, and his eyes returned to Connor’s face. “I love you,” Connor muttered, his eyes half closed. “You’re so wonderful…”

Gabriel smiled. He, too, had fallen deeply in love with his omega – as was only appropriate, given the intense mating they were sharing. Connor was brave and shy, bold and tentative, so slight and slender and yet so strong. What god had he impressed to have been given such a perfect gift?

“Do you want to rest? Are you hungry?”

“Thirsty,” Connor muttered, and at that simple word, Gabriel bounded off the bed. He fetched a cup and filled it from the remaining water jug, handing it to Connor as he sat up. Connor smiled at him – oh heavens, what a beautiful smile it was – and drank the liquid, giving Gabriel a view of his long, pale throat, the muscles moving as he swallowed. He could happily sit and watch his omega for hours, even for so simple a thing as him drinking a cup of water. His skin was flushed, and Gabriel had discovered that those adorable freckles across his nose extended down to his shoulders, a smattering across his collar bone. He had a mole on his belly, which Gabriel had kissed quite thoroughly. His nipples were a dusky pink, just begging him to lick them – which he had already done at length, delighting in the muted squeals of pleasure that had been wrung from Connor’s mouth.

Connor’s fear was long gone now, though he remained bashful at times, and Gabriel had gone out of his way to shower him with compliments, telling him over and over again how perfect and beautiful he was. And now, after hours of trying to convince him, it seemed that Connor was finally starting to believe him.

Connor handed the cup back and lay down, and Gabriel set it aside. He longed to mate with his omega again, his cock throbbing eagerly as it stood out from his groin, but he waited. It was Connor’s choice when they did this again, and as difficult as it was, Gabriel was not going to rush him. His own pleasure came second to Connor’s comfort.

But Connor wrinkled his nose, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment, and Gabriel now knew what that meant. The cramps were returning. He needed to be mated again.

“Connor?” He ran a gentle hand up the omega’s leg. “Connor, don’t go to sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping,” Connor muttered. Then he winced. “Oh, fuck…” His hand crept down onto his belly, pressing firmly to try and ease the discomfort. “Gabriel…”

“I’m right here,” Gabriel said. “Come on, sit up. Time to start again.”

“No…” Connor moaned. “Don’t want to sit up.”

No? His omega was refusing him? “Connor, sweetheart…” Gabriel bent down to kiss his temple, breathing in the heady scent of him. “Come on, love. You need me.”

In response, Connor simply rolled over onto his back and parted his legs. “Too tired.”

“I know, love, but you need me.”

Connor gave a half-hearted shrug. “This way. Don’t want to move.”

That made Gabriel pause.This way?With Connor on his back and offering himself up like a feast to be devoured? But no, that couldn’t be right. Connor didn’t want a heavy body on top of him, pinning him down. He wanted to be on top, so he could control things. “Connor…”

Connor reached up and took hold of Gabriel’s arm, tugging him down over the top of him. “Fuck me,” he murmured, his eyes sliding closed again. “Want you like this.”

“You want me on top?” Gabriel said, not wanting to take the chance of misunderstanding.

“Yeah.” Connor forced his eyes open. They were a solid gold colour, with no hint of the deep brown that had peppered his irises for the first few hours of the heat. “You feel so good. Want you inside me.”

Gabriel was torn. Connor wanted to be on top. That much had been made clear. And yet here was his omega, legs spread, his cock standing up proud and erect, asking Gabriel to lie above him and bury himself deep inside. To do so would be to defy his omega’s earlier requests. But to refuse him was unthinkable. No alpha in the world could refuse a willing and eager omega.

Connor moaned again and rolled his hips uncomfortably. The pain was starting up again. And that was what made up Gabriel’s mind. He’d never be able to decide between the two conflicting orders, but the more pressing need was to prevent Connor from feeling even a moment’s pain.

He rolled on top of Connor, but even then, he hesitated. “Is this okay?” he asked, letting Connor feel the weight of him pressing him down. He was ready to move at a moment’s notice, his muscles poised to leap off the omega again and spare him the terror of being held down.

But Connor wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s neck and dragged him down for a hot, wet kiss. His thighs wrapped around Gabriel’s hips. “Want you,” he said again.

There was no more denying him. Gabriel reached down and positioned himself, then slid inside, marvelling at how wet and open his omega was. After that first time, they hadn’t even thought about using the oil again, Connor’s body providing all the lubrication that was needed.