I lay quietly in the dark, with my heart breaking, waiting for him to go to sleep. Eventually the room had been silent for long enough that I was sure he was sleeping. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A sob burst from me and I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. One sob was followed by another as tears streamed down my face. I felt so hopeless, so alone, as though this beautiful alpha had wrenched out my heart and left me with a giant hole in my chest.Sniff.
I froze mid-sob the mattress sank beside me and a hand landed on my shoulder.
“It’s okay,” a deep voice growled, sending tingles down my spine, “You don’t have to worry. You’re safe. I’m not going to touch you.”
That was it! I burst into tears again, louder this time, not even trying to hide the big gasping sobs. Even hidden under the blanket, I was sure half the camp could hear me.
“What’s wrong? Please stop. I don’t want to upset you. Are you afraid of me?” His voice was barely above a murmur, and I almost didn’t hear him over my sobbing.
I sniffled. How could I be afraid of him? He was the gentlest alpha I’d ever met, well, except for when he was railing me into the ground during my heat but right then that had been entirely acceptable. More than, even.
No, the truth was far more humiliating. Did I have the courage to tell him? Maybe I could try, hidden here beneath the blanket where he couldn’t see my embarrassment.
“Don’t… don’t you want me? I thought maybe… maybe…” my words trailed off. Gaah! I was so stupid. Of course he wouldn’t want me. For all the reasons none of the other alphas or betas wanted me… too small, too skinny, too quiet, too insignificant. That had kept me safe all these years, but now it was going to cost me the one thing I did want.
Suddenly I lost my privacy as the covers were flung back and the cool evening air rushed over me. I turned my burning face into the mattress, trying to hide.
“Hush, of course I want you. You’re… you’re gorgeous.”
I sniffed, unsure whether he meant it, or if he was just trying to get me to calm down, then I hazarded a look at him. Maybe he saw my uncertainty on my face.
“Here, if you don’t believe me,” he said, and took my hand in one of his larger ones and gently placed it over the hard rod in his pants. “Of course I want you, but I don’t want to force you. That’s not the sort of alpha I am.”
“Oh!” I was speechless for a while. But I kept my hand exactly where he’d put it – that was only good manners - right? - seeing as he’d put hit there himself. And, well, maybe notexactlywhere he’d put it. I might have maybe slid up and down its length and squeezed just a little, just to make sure…
“It’s not forcing if I want it too,” I finally said. Then, embarrassed by my admission, deflected with “What – what are you doing here, in the pack? Are you one of Zarbius’ friends?”
“That disgusting asshole! No way. I’m almost offended you could think that!” he glared at me sternly. Then his face softened when he saw the panic on my face, and he spoke softly. When he told me he’d come to the pack looking for me? That he wanted me to come away with him? Oh Goddess, my heart fluttered.
And then he spoilt it all by saying, “This isn’t a safe place for omegas.”
Right. Of course. It was just a general thing about being a good alpha and protecting the silly, weak omegas. It wasn’t really anything to do with me personally at all. Well, I could look after myself. I’d been doing a fine job of that up ‘til now.
Chapter 15
AGELIUS
This omega was going to be the death of me. First, he ran away after several days of the most amazing sex together, and now it was clear he thought he wasn’t good enough for me. Which, now I thought about it, might explain why he’d run off. His face was an open book, I could see all his emotions as they slid across his beautiful features – when he wasn’t hiding his face from me, that was. He liked to hide, my little omega. He valued himself so little, it was sad to see. Such a beautiful omega, and that’s what living in this pack had done to him. Crushed him, made him feel worthless. I was even more determined to get him out of here. But first, I had something more pressing to take care of.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. I could taste the salty traces of his tears on them, and I licked them clean. He whimpered. My tongue probed those soft lips, urging them open. When, with a muted sigh, he did, my tongue surged in, tasting him, exploring him, savoring him… dominating him. I leant down, pressing him into the mattress, pinning him down with my chest. I felt the moment when he submitted to me completely, his body going boneless and pliant beneath me, accepting my tongue’s ravishing and kissing me back fervently.
When we were both panting and flushed, my dick painfully hard and rubbing against his thigh, I pulled back. His pupils were blown wide, and he looked dazed. I’m sure I looked the same.
“You can stop me anytime,” I promised him.
“Okay.”
“I mean it,” I insisted. “I’m not like Zarbius or his betas. If you change your mind or you want me to stop, tell me and I will. I won’t be angry, I promise. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Not with me. Not ever.”
“I trust you,” he whispered.
I kissed him again, slow and deliberate, as though I was making a vow.
The kiss started gentle, but it didn’t stay that way. Before long, I was literally eating him alive and he was responding with enthusiasm. I ran my hands down his sides, feeling the supple skin, the feather-soft hairs of his body, the little shivers as my fingers traced his curves. I dropped hungry kisses down the length of his neck and peppered them across his chest. Finding his nipples, I sucked and teased with my teeth as he arched beneath me.
He felt warm and alive in my arms.
I slid further down the bed, settling myself between his thighs. He was my mate, even if he didn’t realize it yet, and I was determined to make him feelgood.
