Agelius’ eyes widened, an expression that looked very much like panic on his face, but it immediately became obvious it wasn’t the other omega on his mind. “You haven’t… they haven’t… have you?”
He looked so stricken that I dared to put a hand on his arm. “No, I haven’t been in there. I… I try to stay unnoticed.”
He exhaled a long breath, the sudden tension flowing out of muscles. His curls flopped forward as he rested his head on my forehead. I realized I was still touching him, and I felt a prickle of anxiety rush over me. Hoping he hadn’t noticed my boldness at touching him without invitation, I slowly withdrew my hand.
Curls flicked out of the way, and a look of hurt flashed across the hazel eyes suddenly staring into mine from centimeters away.
“You can touch me,” he remonstrated gently.
My bottom lip trembled, and I bit down on it. Moisture pricked at my eyes.
“But I’m an omega.” My voice faded away to nothing. Omegas were supposed to know their place. Laying hands on an alpha, or even a beta, was not considered acceptable. Not in this pack.
Agelius shook his black curls vigorously. He was so close to me that a few of them whipped my face. They were as soft as silk.
“You’re not just any omega, Tosca. You’remyomega.”
I chewed at my lip, still nervous, but… I laid my hand back down on his arm. It felt good - warm beneath my fingers, his skin toned and firm, yet somehow soft. I wondered if he noticed how my hand trembled, did he feel the tell-tale vibration across the hairs? Years in a repressive pack like this one left scars. It would be a while before I felt bold enough to lay a hand on him, an alpha, without fear of repercussion.
“Mmmm,” hummed Agelius as I stroked his warm skin, the dark hairs coarse against my palm, the contours of his muscles solid beneath my hand. I shivered. He was truly magnificent. My cock began to thicken.
Agelius dropped his lips to mine once more, teasing them with licks and nips but never staying in place long enough for the kiss to deepen.
“What do you want, Alpha?” I asked, breathlessly.
“You,” he growled. His wet tongue licked its way down my neck, leaving a cold trail in its wake. I whimpered and squirmed when it pressed into the hollow at the base of my neck, the shifter gland tingling beneath the skin even after the tongue was gone. I was so caught up in the sensation, I didn’t notice him slide further down the bed, until warm wetness enclosed one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around the nub, which hardened and caught a light grazing from his teeth. I gasped.
“Louder,” he urged, as he attacked the other nipple with his teeth.
I shrieked.
“Better,” he murmured, approvingly.
Seeming to map every contour of my torso with his tongue, paying attention to every dip and curve, he traveled lower.
The next part of me to be tortured were my hip bones as he gnawed on them, making me cry out and squirm.
“Ah, stop it! Stop it!” I tried to scrabble out of the way, the sensation painfully intense in a ticklish sort of way. Agelius lifted his head, a lopsided smile quirking his lips. One eyebrow raised, he whispered, “Ticklish? Maybe I need to do it some more…”
“No!” I shouted, trying to wriggle away. I couldn’t stand any more. It was good, but in an unbearable sort of way. He winked at me. Then gave an up nod.
I blinked, frowned… then, oh yes, I knew what I was supposed to do.
“No! No! Please, not that!” I hollered, loud enough for half the camp to hear. Heat rose in my cheeks... I wasn’t used to making a fuss, or an exhibition of myself… it felt weird to draw attention to myself. But Agelius was smiling at me from down near my groin.
Taking pity on me, he left the hip bones alone, instead licking the inside of my thighs, high up in the crease, nose nuzzling my poor throbbing cock out of the way, totally ignoring my erect manhood and the pre-cum which dripped from its slit.
I moaned softly.
“Not good enough, Omega,” his words blew warm air against the soft skin of my groin. “I’m torturing you, remember?”
He licked a languorous stripe up the underside of my stiff cock. Then withdrew his tongue to prove his point.
“Alpha!” I wailed, desperate for him to resume. With relief I saw him dip his head again, and then..oh fuck! He bit me!I screamed in shock, but to my surprise, it wasn’t bad at all, just unexpected.
“Good or bad?” the words were faint as a breeze. No-one outside of this room, would be able to hear them, not even with a wolf’s hearing.
“Good,” I whispered, tears streaming down the side of my face. I looked down my body at him. He was blurry but I could still see the focused intent in his eyes.
