Page 7 of Taming The Omega

With a muffled groan at his aching limbs, he spread out on his back and reached over to switch off the lantern. He turned to look at Seth in the resulting gloom. The omega’s lips parted on a puffy breath, and his face twitched a few times before settling down again. Caleb hoped the boy wasn’t in pain. There was plenty of Andrea’s soothing brew left if Seth woke needing it. Secure in the knowledge that he’d done everything he could for the moment, Caleb closed his eyes and let go.

His dreams were the usual jumble of images—running, shifting, wrestling with other gammas for sport. Painful cries that he knew represented Joey’s valiant efforts to push his pup into the world crowded their way into his visions. That in turn, led him to open the hurtful memories of his dam’s death. He tossed to run from them. But what truly chased those bad thoughts away was a languid warmth that spread out from his core.

He bucked his hips and moaned when intense pleasure shot up his dick. His eyes popped open as he came awake with a start. Confused, he blinked up at a jagged, rock ceiling. Memories of where he was and with whom returned in a flash. Which didn’t explain why his cock was so warm and cozy. Looking down the length of his own torso, he spied a dark head bent over his crotch.

A velvety tongue licked a stripe up his rod and slithered inside his slit. He gasped and bucked his hips again without any conscious thought or control. His dick slid down into tight, wet heat that massaged more pleasure out of it. The boy who was gobbling him like candy swallowed hard before dragging his lips back up. Those powerful throat muscles milked every inch of the shaft.

Caleb curled his fingers into fists and pounded the ground on either side of him. “Shit!” It had been so long since anyone had done such a thing to him. Being a low-level gamma hadn’t made him appealing to many of his old pack, and he hadn’t dared approach any of the unmated sigmas in the Rogue Pack.

The intense pleasure was welcome, yet it didn’t make him so mindless that he lost track of who was blowing him. Rationality and guilt warred over basic need. He placed one hand on the black, bobbing head and tried to push it gently away.

“You don’t…” Caleb panted out those two words before Seth robbed him of the rest of his thoughts by taking him down almost to the root.

This time, when the omega swallowed, Caleb’s neglected dick didn’t stand a chance. He came with a powerful rush that forced his eyes closed, his hips up and his breath to leave his lungs on a loud shout. The omega stayed with him for the whole ride, sucking down every bit of Caleb’s cum and not letting go until he’d flattened bonelessly on the dirt floor. The boy licked Caleb’s softening shaft clean before sitting back on his heels that straddled Caleb’s legs.

Caleb stared up at him with narrowed eyes. His gaze took in the pitiful sight of the gaunt boy with unkempt hair and array of bandages along his left side that fortunately didn’t show signs of seeping blood. Instead of staring back at him, the omega had a faraway look somewhere in direction of the corner of the cave behind Caleb’s head. The boy licked his lips and swiped at them with the back of his hand.

That telling sign snapped Caleb out of his stupor. Mad at himself and Seth for the wake-up blowjob, he bolted upright, and grabbing the omega by the shoulders, tumbled him back onto his rustic pallet. He ignored the yelp his abrupt movement elicited from the omega, and concentrated instead on examining him.

“That was a stupid thing to do. You better not have opened up your wounds,” he ground out through gritted teeth. A quick once-over confirmed that there was indeed no blood to be seen anywhere. He sat back with a huff. “What were you thinking?”

Cringing and trembling, the omega kept his gaze down. “I’m s-sorry, sir. I woke and you were, um, hard.”

Caleb ran an agitated hand through his own hair, already regretting how much he’d upset the omega. “Yeah, well, that’s pretty much my state every morning. Is it your habit to stick stiff dicks down your throat whenever you see one?”

He inwardly winced at his harsh tone. He was really upset with his own lack of control and taking it out needlessly on the very person he was supposed to be taking care of. Gods, what a tool he was being. Before he could apologize, however, the omega did it instead.

“Sorry.” The one word came out in a shaky whisper. “I thought it was what you wanted.” Seth seemed to shrink even more inside himself.

Caleb huffed in exasperation, again more at himself and not the omega. A thought occurred to him, though, a second later. “Did you think you needed to do that as some kind of payment for my help?”

He could see instantly that he’d hit upon the issue squarely. How novel for him. As a typical gamma, he didn’t normally worry about the whys and what-fors of matters. Following orders suited him fine. Except that kind of thinking had led to him ignoring Will’s plight. Since learning how badly the omega had needed his help and not gotten it, he’d resolved to do better—to not just go along to get along.

Softening his expression, he said, “I’m sorry I snapped, and you don’t have to do anything in return for my helping you. I’m a gamma, so my duty is to protect, and right now that means treating your wounds until you’re well enough to leave this cave under your own power.”

He made an aborted move to pat the omega on the shoulders, stopping because it made the boy flinch. “Please don’t be afraid of me. I promise I won’t hurt you.” That pronouncement was met with a dubious look, but Caleb chose to ignore it.

“So, do you need to go outside?” he asked, waving vaguely in the direction of Seth’s crotch. He pointedly didn’t look at the omega’s slender dick.

The boy shook his head. “No, thanks. I went before I—you know.” His high cheekbones turned a duskier red than they already were.

Caleb frowned. “Please don’t do that again. I’m not sure you’re steady enough to be walking around without help. Anyway, I have to go out myself. I’ll be back in a minute and get you some breakfast.”

Feeling awkward, he grunted to his feet. He stretched as much as the cave would allow to get the kinks out from a night spent on the ground in human form. At the last second, he snatched his jeans from the bag. Under the circumstances, it would be best for him to stay as dressed as possible for the remainder of their stay. He should have realized before that a feral omega would have developed all kinds of ways to stay fed and warm. Servicing the odd shifter he came across in his wanderings must have been one of them. Well, Seth was about to learn that not all shifters required compensation for such basic things as food and medicine.

He stepped out into the warm morning, and took a deep breath of fresh air. He could tell even this deep in the woods that the sun was fairly high. He’d slept in later than usual, and given the night’s work, that was hardly surprising. He leaned against a nearby tree while he watered the ground and let his thoughts wander back to Seth. Where had the omega come from and what had led him to be on his own?

His mind returned to the idea of Seth giving the precious gift of his body to survive. The idea made Caleb so mad, he crushed his pants in his fist. If he could, he’d track each one of those predatory bastards down and sink his teeth deep inside their sorry hides…and that was foolishness. First of all, Seth was not his omega to defend. Second, if he was going to mete out punishment for debasing the boy, he’d have to start by bashing his own head against a rock. Right now the only cum coating the boy’s tongue was his. His cock jumped at the reminder of how and where it had come not long ago.

Straightening, he shoved his legs and his dick into his jeans and fastened them for good measure. What is my problem? Then he stalked over to the nearby stream and splashed cold water on his face. The jolt served to wake him up fully and to snap some sense into him. He had a duty to perform—to an omega who had no one else to protect him, and to his new pack that might be the beneficiary of acquiring a breeding shifter. He needed to keep his head screwed on straight.

Or rather his dick tucked in tight.

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Seth lay on his uninjured side, ignoring the pain of his wounds and eyeing the bottle of water beyond his reach. He hated the bitter taste lingering in his mouth and desperately wanted to wash it away and soothe the rawness of his throat. Taking the gamma’s large cock hadn’t been comfortable, but he knew how to please a dominant shifter and quickly, too. It had been easy to make the guy come fast, so what was he mewling about anyway?

Caleb. His part-captor, part-savior was named Caleb. He couldn’t remember the last time he called another shifter by name, and certainly hadn’t dared do so with a higher-ranked one in his old pack. It had been all “yes, sir” and “no, sir.” And, “may I please suck your cock, sir, for a scrap of food?”

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