Page 14 of Watcher's Omega

“Nothing! That’s just it! No one died at the sex party. They had it in an apartment and the old wolf next door passed in his sleep. He came straight through the wall to find his door, and he almost stayed and tried to watch but his mate showed up at the door and dragged him off.”

“I would’ve killed him all over again! Stay and watch!” I said, the urge to hide my tomato face growing with each word Rhomas said. “By the fucking gods!”

Rhomas laughed and kissed me again. As our tongues danced between our mouths, his hands ran up under my shirt. He bunched it up and tucked it under my head like a pillow. Then he kissed up and down my throat again. He kissed his way down my torso and this time didn’t waste any time in pulling offmy pants. He tossed them up on a side table and turned me over. I yipped at the sudden change in position that left my bare ass up in the air, torn between dropping down to lay flat or to raise up on all fours.

Rhomas’s hands slid up and down my thighs before pulling me gently onto all fours. His mouth found my ass and his teeth grazed over my flesh. He bit me and I pressed back against his mouth instead of pulling away. Could he reach my claiming gland if he took me like this?

“It’s right there on your shoulder,”my wolf sounded off inside my thoughts.“He can lean his head down and drain it dry like he drained your dick.”

I blushed again but this time Rhomas couldn’t see it. I bet he smelled it though. He grazed his nails up and down my back and over the round globes of my ass. I sank onto my elbows, spreading my shirt out to use for padding. Wolf style might be all well and good for wolves but in this form, I had elbows and… I glanced over my shoulder to see that Rhomas had stopped grazing my back because he had ducked into the bedroom. I started to push myself upright and follow him when he reappeared with a body pillow.

I barely had time to arrange the plush monstrosity before his fingers slipped between my cheeks. I wiggled my hips, encouraging his fingers to travel wherever they wanted to. They slipped and slid on my slick arousal as he teased my omegahole, drawing circles and rubbing over it. I pushed back against him again, hungry for more. I was so slick that he could probably slip a knot inside me and it would go right in. What a mess this wolf had me in! Rhomas caressed my back and hips as he slid two fingers into my body. The sudden fullness rattled my brainsand I found myself face down in the pillow arching my back as I gave in to my baser instincts. He rocked his long, thick fingers inside my body until I rocked with him, grinding back against his hand. A line of pre-cum dribbled from my dick, despite my cumming not long ago. That’s how the true-mate magic worked. It made you want it again and again until the claiming vows were satisfied. Then sometimes it kept boosting your libido until you were pregnant.

“With a litter,”my wolf added inside my thoughts.

Inside me, Rhomas’s digits hit the right spot and a moan climbed out of my throat. His fingers disappeared and the sound of his zipper coming undone echoed up and down the corridor. I watched him stroke himself, using my slickness as lube. Then the mushroom-shaped head of his dick pressed against my omegahole and I pushed back, craving the fullness.

I bit my lip as his tip pressed its way inside, opening me up for him. I pressed my forehead against the edge of the body pillow and savored the seconds of light thrusts, stretching me open, and the brush of his hard muscle against my insides. His big, warm hands found my hips and held onto me. It took only a few seconds for our bodies to sink into their joint rhythm and for him to begin to thrust in earnest. I bit my lip as the waves of sensations washed over me, shimmying up and down my spine to make my toes curl into the soles of my feet. It didn’t take long for his dick to start swelling – the tell-tale sign - that I was about to get knotted. He thrust faster as if he meant to chase down as much pleasure as he could before we became stuck in place. Then finally he sank in deep and couldn’t pull away. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him as I breathed deep and steady, trying to wrap my brain around the fullness buried deep inside me that pressed on too many good spots.

Reaching under me, Rhomas took my dick in his hand. He stroked me softly and nibbled on my earlobe. New little waves of pleasure spiraled over me as his hand worked me and his mouth dropped down onto my shoulder. My wolf was right. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not he could reach the place on my trap muscle that housed my claiming gland. He licked over it and made the sound I always made when biting in a candy bar or a grilled cheese sandwich. He hadn’t even broken the surface yet.

“I promise to hunt for you and keep you and all of our litters of pups safe,” he whispered in my ear, but this time I didn’t blush at ‘litters.’ He had been from a litter of three and all of his wild wolf family always had multiples. Most wild wolves did. I was an only child but my carrier was one from a litter of four. His sire was one in a litter of three. I just had to trust my body not to take on more than it could handle or at least more than modern shifter medicine could handle.

“And Glenn too,” he stopped licking my gland long enough to say. “He’s your pack.”

I rocked my hips, wanting to move. How could one wolf be so sweet and also the same wolf who hunted down the guy who hurt my friend? It was like sweet and spicy all rolled into one person. Maybe wild born wolves really did it best. It being everything. At least that’s how it felt while his knot was stuck inside me and he whispered promises in my ear. Only, I trusted him to keep his promises because protecting the people he cared about was built into the very cells of who Rhomas was.

He placed one more promising kiss on my claiming gland before his long, sharp canine tooth pierced the taut skin freeing the clear magical fluid inside it. I moaned as he bit into me. My memories washed over him like fingers through loose fur. Myparents and my little neighborhood that I grew up in. Glenn was everywhere because we’d been best friends forever. He found out that I was terrified to fly across the ocean but did it anyway because Glenn was afraid of getting lost in the Other World. I saw our meeting again – his memory of the event and mine meshing together to form a cohesive event. He was worried and I was enraged and worried. He took such good care of me and Glenn on the worst night of our lives.

I tried rocking my hips again as everything inside me ached for more. Bit by bit his knot loosened up and the clear magical fluid inside my claiming gland ran dry. Now, our pleasure mingled over our mating link and rained down in delightful torrents over both of us. Our bodies rocked together, seeking out our mutual pleasure. My nails dug into the hardwood but that was okay. Rhomas knew how to buff the scratches out. So it was okay to lose myself to the grinding of our bodies and to his fist pumping over my dick.

He held me tight with one arm as he thrust into me, picking up speed as we rode each other closer to the edge of oblivion. My dick shook in his hand, trembling as my balls drew up heavy again. So heavy they ached as they jiggled from his thrusting. He held my dick tight, his fist working over it again and again. I howled out his name, the only word that came to mind. He was close too but didn’t need to say it. His scent said everything and over our mating link his pleasure leaked onto me.

I came hard but Rhomas’s thrusting didn’t slow down. He sought out his own pleasure buried deep inside my body and drawing out my orgasm. He panted above me, driving deep as if he meant to find the bottom of me. He tensed above me. His thrusts grew shallow until his warm sticky seed finally eruptedinside me. We didn’t fall still until every last drop of pleasure was milked from us both.

We collapsed with him on top of me on the pillow, both panting and lost in our own thoughts for a moment. My body was made of jello and my thoughts were cotton candy. I could get used to this.

“I hope so, because I’m not going anywhere except for where you go,” he said and kissed the back of my neck.

The completion of our claiming vows was the start of three days of us getting to know each other inside and out and somehow everything led back to romping. How we managed to open the door and sign for my and Glenn’s belongings, I’ll never know but we did. Rhomas even called a few of his grown siblings over to help air stuff out in the backyard so we could continue to enjoy our mini matingmoon. I even managed to put a shirt on whenever I had my evening video calls with Glenn. Each day he looked a little more alive and a little less burnt.

On the morning of the fourth day, Rhomas received a text from Lee saying that we could go visit Glenn. That he was well rested enough for a short visit that afternoon. We managed to only suck each other off in the shower before washing up and getting dressed to head out of the house.

Chapter Nine

Rhomas

Hemlock Mountain

While Eamon visited with Glenn, I took Jolly on a long walk. He’d spent most of the last couple of days entertaining himself inside the house and in the backyard but since the latter had mostly been taken over by stuff being aired out, he hadn’t gotten much exercise and though I told him he could go out with my siblings he refused to leave me and Eamon unguarded while we had no wits about us. So, I shifted down and we ran through the nature path not far from the hospital. Having grass and dirt under my paws again made me feel right at home. When we finished our first loop we did two more. Jolly scented a deer nearby and bemoaned the fact that no one was allowed to hunt on the nature trails. Food was food no matter where it was after all. He followed the rules but they never made sense to him. Besides, didn’t all wolves eat deer? I never tried telling him that some wolves were indeed vegetarians because I don’t think he would’ve believed me.

After our run, I bought us a large order of fries to share from the hospital cafeteria where we met up with Eamon.

“How’s Glenn?” I asked as my mate bit into his burger.

“He says he’s ready to come home. Your dad wants him to stay at least two more days. I told him that was better then two weeks but he’s getting antsy. He’s still not allowed to shift andnow that his wolf is awake it’s harder for him to sit still. They may have to knock his wolf out again if he keeps trying to come out.”

“Hopefully they can find a work around. If they do that he might really be in the hospital for weeks. Sometimes if they’re asleep it slows down healing,” I frowned. “But you can’t tell wolves anything.” I said, feeding Jolly a fry.