Some distant part of me wants to object to the word. Sweet is for omegas, not bike-riding, tattoo-wearing alphas. But I’m not an alpha anymore – if I ever was one – and the fierce, stunning woman in front of me is an omega, with all her sharp edgesand cunning brain. She’s a match for anyone, no matter their designation. Her sweetness isn’t cloying or weak. It’s like a gift, only given to those she deems worthy.
I can be Abbie’s kind of omega.
She brackets my head with her arms, kissing me until I lose my breath for a second time. The taste of my slick is growing on me, but it’s still not as addictive as hers, and I reach into her jeans to swipe some from between her thighs. She’s so wet, it coats my fingers, and I groan as I lick them clean, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I’m hard again,” I hiss, rolling her onto her back. “Shit, is this the fever?”
“Plus the joys of male omegahood,” she smirks, running her fingers lightly along my sides before cupping my ass. “Just wait until you get a proper release from your slick gland.”
I was given pamphlets in the hospital, and I’ve done a little googling over the years, so I know that the gland in my ass is now a thing. It releases the lubrication to take a cock, and more importantly, to experience the pleasure of an anal orgasm. Not something I ever thought I’d have to consider, and I guess my brain just hasn’t caught up to my body, because the thought of stuffing an alpha knot back there makes me dizzy with anxiety.
I press my head to Abbie’s shoulder, my breath catching as her fingers slowly circle my hole. It feels as sensitive as the tip of my cock, and my thighs shudder as she presses her thumb against the opening. Not pushing in, but I’m wet enough back there that she could slip in with a little nudge. The thought both horrifies and fascinates me, especially if it’s Abbie who is exploring this new part of my body with me.
But right now, I’m aching to bury myself inside her, and I ease her onto her back. “I need you naked.”
The whiny tone is back, but Abbie doesn’t seem to care as she peels off her jeans and I make short work of her shirt and bra. She gives a throaty sigh as I lick her pretty tits, like rose petals onmy hungry tongue. It’s going to take me a while to adjust to my new anatomy, but every part of Abbie’s body sings to me. Still, we haven’t really talked about how it affectsher, and I hesitate as I loom over her. “Do you still want to…?”
Her eyes flash, her thighs tightening on my hips as her need claws over my skin. “Nothing’s changed for me, Wings. I still want you deep inside me, every chance I get.”
I’m still alpha enough to growl at her words, and there’s enough fire in my blood to make me a little rough. As I push inside her, her back arches, her eyes locked on mine as I bury myself to the hilt. I pull back, my heart pounding at the hungry suction of her pussy. “Too hard?”
“It’s perfect,” she purrs, stretching her arms above her head, a challenging glint in her eye. “Make me come, beautiful, and then I’ll show you a thing or two about slick play.”
My mouth falls open, my dick swelling against her opening, and I thrust back inside, losing myself in the blissful heat of her body.
I don’t know how many hours have passed before I see the light flicker in the door, the solid mass of darkness giving way to the first hint of dawn. It outlines the figure standing there, and I push myself up, blinking through gritty eyes. “You need something, Pitt?”
He moves his feet, the dawn light licking over his olive skin. “Just being a creep, I guess. But after six hours on the couch, I’m past watching my manners.”
I smirk, even as my heart rate picks up at the gravel in his voice. “Is that so? You trying to get yourself kicked out?”
“That’s the last thing I want,” he says, his head tipping back and thunking against the doorframe. “But you two smell fuckingamazing together. Any alpha would be lucky to claim even one of you.”
I suck in a breath, feeling the hot wash of his words as the mark on my neck throbs. It’s a calming bite, but right now my body doesn’t seem to know the difference, and that puts me on edge. “Too bad,” I grunt, forcing a hint of steel into my voice, “because that's not what Abbie wants. You might not believe it, but she thinks I’m enough.”
“I get it. She’s crazy about you. Anyone can see it.”
I don’t doubt her feelings for me, but it’s still nice to hear someone say it. “Same goes for me. And if you think that makes us easy targets, try taking another step towards the bed and I’ll kick your ass out the window.”
I’m not actually feeling that feisty, especially after the four orgasms Abbie sucked out of my body, but Pitt isn’t the kind of guy who gets sidelined very often. With his boxer’s physique, green eyes, and dominant vibe, he’s hard to ignore, and most people fall all over themselves to either give in to him or get out of his way. “Fair warning, though. Wrestling with you in that bed isn’t exactly a turn off for me.”
I snort. “Because you’re a freak as well as a creep.”
“Maybe. But I’m serious about looking out for you.” His feet shuffle again, and the hard edge of his dominance spreads across the room, filling my lungs with needle pricks. “I know the club charter is bullshit, and you don’t need some alpha meathead vouching for you. But I’m here if you want me to smooth the path back in.”
I drop my gaze, because I still haven’t wrapped my head around returning to the clubhouse as an omega. I’ve spent years scowling at the way certain club members talk about the designation, especially if they’re young and unbonded. Depending on the brand of asshole, they’re either playthings to be used and tossed aside, or the spawn of the devil sent to temptthe bonds of brotherhood. Abbie wasn’t the first or last omega to be sent away, but she’s the one that cut the deepest, and I still have nightmares of the night she was kicked out, her brother holding me back like my feet were sunk into cement.
“You know her story?” I ask Pitt as I brush back her tangled hair. Her breathing is slow and even, a tiny curve to her lips that makes my weary cock stir. Soft, unguarded Abbie is my kryptonite, and it makes my stomach clench at the way I failed to protect her, back when we were seventeen. “You know that Booker threw her out when she was just a kid?”
“The bare bones,” he admits, his voice a dark rumble. “Ark doesn’t talk about her much, so I had to hear it from Patch.”
I nod, because the club’s medic was a first-hand witness to the shitshow. Complicit, even, since he was the one to sedate Abbie before Ark carried her away from us. “Yeah, well all that legacy and brotherhood stuff meant fuck all when she presented as an omega. Seventeen, in a fever, and never having lived a day outside the compound walls. And if you think the club had some cushy boardinghouse waiting for her, you don’t know how little they care about omegas.”
I can taste his anger, his muscles rippling as he folds his arms over his chest. “We're changing that. You know we are.”
I know they're trying, the circle of guys Ark has brought in to dilute the power his dad held over the club. But what people say to your face and what they do behind your back are two different things. “Getting rid of Booker’s poison is going to be harder than you think.”
“Okay, but change starts with Ark.” He casts one last glance at Abbie before he backs up. “You need to talk to him, brother, and I suggest you do it before he comes looking for you.”
It's three days before I can force myself to discuss the club with Abbie. My fever has finally broken and we're making dinner, my nerves soothed by the familiar rhythms of preparing a meal together. We're both barefoot, our hair damp from the shower where I pressed her to the wall and ate her out until she screamed. I can still smell her scent on my skin, and while the garlic and spices in the meatballs fill the air, it’s her peach and cloves perfume that makes my mouth water. She's got music playing, something soft and sexy, her hips swaying as she stirs the sauce. It’s about as perfect a scene as I could picture, and I just want to wrap her in my arms and freeze frame it. But just as we’re serving up, there's a knock at the door, and my throat throbs because I know exactly who's on the other side.
