Page 35 of Taming The Omega

Wrapping his arms around his mate’s wide waist, Seth leaned into him. He needed to stop gaging his new life with Caleb and the Rogue Pack based on his old one. Things were different now, and after nearly a year on his own, so was he. He had weathered all kinds of trouble. It had made him stronger. Plus, he reminded himself as he was bolstered by the powerful body of his mate, he didn’t have to suffer anything alone again.

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Caleb felt both exhausted and keyed-up as he accompanied his new mate back to their temporary home. After returning Seth to the weaving shed, he’d run the perimeter for the first time since setting off to find the feral omega. The shifting and exercise had done him a lot of good, shaking off his worries and stresses over the dramatic change his life had taken in such a short time. Then there’d been a council meeting to discuss his going in search of the Canadian ferals. The decision had been unanimous—once Seth had a pup tucked safely inside him, Caleb would take off.

He hadn’t had time to tell Seth all of this, and with dinner over, his thoughts had veered into what pleasure could be had now that he was mated. Despite his physical and mental fatigue, his desire to mount his mate made him achy and hard. Apparently, his dick thought there was some energy left for one more kind of outing.

Seth walked quietly beside him, readily accepting Caleb’s touch. The boy had scarfed down an impressive amount of food during dinner. It was a continuing good sign that he’d healed up and was gaining back his strength. A stifled yawn told a different story, however. The omega needed rest. So, when they reached their shed, Caleb let go of his mate and headed straight to their one small table. After turning the camping lantern on low, he kept his back to Seth while he toed off his boots and stripped down. He wanted to keep his burgeoning erection if not a secret, then at least in the background. The last thing he wanted was for Seth to feel any pressure.

“Caleb?” His name was called in a quiet tone.

“Huh?” He looked over his shoulder while his jeans were still half-way down his legs. His spit dried at the sight of Seth already naked. The omega’s cock lay limply between his legs, a clear sign that he wasn’t up for anything.

Seth licked his lower lip, a gesture that only served to make Caleb even harder, despite it obviously not being intended to be provocative.

“Shall I?” Gesturing in the direction of Caleb’s ass, the omega moved forward and sank to his knees beside him. “I mean, I’m a little sore. Do you mind if I suck you off instead of your mounting me? Just for tonight?” he hurriedly added. His gaze remained at crotch level.

Kicking his pants off, Caleb grabbed Seth’s wrists as the boy made a move to clasp his thighs. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

He pulled his mate to his feet and tugged him over to the pallet. Once there, he maneuvered them both into sitting positions facing each other. He was vividly aware of how his cock stood up, demanding attention. It was the one reason why he hadn’t put Seth on his lap, even though he really wanted to hold him for comfort. He was worried he was going to make a hash of this, but he had to try. As an omega’s mate, he had a duty to protect him emotionally as well as physically.

He took Seth’s hands in his own, mesmerized and a little terrified at the tremendous size difference. “First of all,” he said after taking a large breath. “I appreciate the offer of the, um, blowjob. That’s really sweet, but you aren’t obligated to do that for me. And, it’s really important that you understand you have the right to refuse mounting whether you are sore or not.”

Seth looked up at him from under his luscious lashes in that adorable and sexy way of his. Caleb was sure the boy had no idea the effect he had. His expression conveyed his doubt.

Caleb prodded. “Okay?”

Seth nodded. “Okay, except you’re my mate, and I can see you need servicing, so…”

“So nothing. My dick can live with the disappointment of not getting off. And if it can’t, well I’ve got two good hands that can take care of the problem easily. They have for years.”

The omega’s face lit up in obvious distress. “No! You shouldn’t have to do that when I’m here to take of you.”

Caleb was shaking his head before his mate finished his sentence. “No, Seth. That’s not the way this works. You aren’t simply assembled parts that exist to get me off.”

He huffed out a breath and closed his eyes briefly. “I think we need to talk about something I’ve been avoiding while you were recovering. And before you became my mate, it didn’t seem like it was any of my business. Now, it clearly is. Tell me how it was in your old pack. This afternoon, you said pups ended up in communal care. Then what?”

His mate didn’t answer right away, and part of Caleb was afraid to even hear it. The topic had to be broached, though, or the past would continue to intrude on their lives in ways that would only make them both miserable.

Finally, Seth answered with his gaze lowered. “We didn’t interact with much of anyone other than the nanny sigmas. They had us do small chores and made us stay out of the way of the higher-ranked members.”

He stopped and shuddered on a deep breath. “Can I please not talk about this?”

“No.” Caleb hardened his heart even though he wanted to stop badgering the boy. “I let it go before. Not now. Tell me how it was.”

Seth sniffed pitifully before continuing. “After our first puberty shift, things changed. We were apprenticed out for more work, and we were taught to make ourselves available to any high-ranking shifter who wanted use of us. Day or night, didn’t matter. Nor did the location. If someone who had the right demanded it, servicing them became our top priority. The nannies said that those males kept our pack going and deserved whatever they wanted. The only thing they couldn’t do was mount us. That was something we had to keep for our eventual mate.”

The boy fell silent. A couple of tears dripped down his cheek. When he went to wipe them away, Caleb stayed his hand and did it for him. His heart broke for the boy. No wonder he’d run away. Who wouldn’t if your days and nights were spent dropping whatever you were doing to give blowjobs to whatever fucker got the urge?

He used his thumb to swipe the soft cheeks clear, keeping his touch light. He would have gladly ripped the heads off anyone who’d violated Seth’s lovely mouth. His wolf had gone from hungry to mount to snarling mad. He forced it to settle down before it scared Seth’s. That kind of reaction and those thoughts only salved his own needs. They didn’t help his mate in the here and now.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that you had to go through that. Things are different with this pack and me. You do believe that, don’t you?”

Seth’s watery brown eyes looked up at him. “I want to.”

“That’s a start.” Leaning in, he kissed the boy’s forehead. “Come on, we’re both tired. Let’s get some sleep.”

When Seth merely continued to stare, he gently lay him down on the pallet. Thank the Gods, the omega’s terrible history had deflated his hard-on. He turned off the light and gathered the boy in his arms. He waited until his mate breathed evenly in sleep before allowing himself to drop off, too.

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