Page 22 of Omega's Breed

He felt claimed, and knew this was only the beginning. But, he also felt safe, and that basic fact made him eager for more. Eventually, as with his first heat, exhaustion overwhelmed him even while he was still being mounted. This time, however, he fell into a deep, mostly restful sleep. In the end, though, he was plagued by fearsome nightmares.

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His wolf ran through cold and misty woods, searching with increasing fear for something. No, someone. Annie. Where is Annie? His precious pup was lost somewhere in the dangerous, murky woods. He needed to find her before a horrible fate befell her, and she would become lost to him forever.

He woke with a start, heart pounding, cocooned in a light blanket. A single lamp in the corner cast a warm glow, so he could see that he was alone. He breathed a sigh of relief before remembering that things were different now. He didn’t need to fret over whether there were betas and gammas who had yet to mount him. No brutal male would come to claim some brief pleasure from his body. He belonged to Finn, now. Only Finn.

Rolling onto his back, he took stock of how he felt physically. A bit sore and achy, but that was to be expected. No pain, though, and that was a blessing. This was the new normal for his life. Nothing should hurt more than necessary for heat-mating. Non-stop mounting was going to take a toll on an omega’s body. Nothing to be done about it. Finn had told him, though, to speak up if something truly hurt, so that the beta could adjust his fucking. Will knew his mate didn’t want to hurt him. Believed it now that they’d spent Gods’ knew how much time together. The heat made his brain fuzzy and his memories suspect.

The darkness seeping in from around the curtains told him night had fallen. But, was it the first night or the second? He just didn’t know and supposed it didn’t matter. His heat plotted the journey, and he and Finn were merely along for the ride. All he knew for sure was that he was hungry and grubby. His lower half was covered in crusty cum—his and Finn’s. A shower would be bliss, yet he didn’t feel the urge to wash away the remnants of his breeding as he had before.

He knew, too, with comforting clarity that if he asked for Finn’s permission to leave the room to bathe, that the male would give it. That was one more difference between this heat and the first. Magnus hadn’t let him out of his cramped back room until every beta and gamma, save Caleb, had had a crack at Will’s ass. By the time he’d staggered to the communal shower, dried cum had coated his body like a second, disgusting skin. He’d felt the condemning gazes of the pack all along his walk of shame.

The bedroom door opened up and the smell of both his mate and food hit Will square in the nose. His stomach grumbled as he tossed the blanket aside and sat up. Finn grinned down at him, shut the door with his foot and carried a heaping tray over to the pallet. He set it and himself down next to Will. The food was a welcome sight, but no more so than his mate. Finn’s hair was still damp from an obvious washing, and he wore only a pair of unsnapped jeans.

The beta opened a bottle of water and handed it over. “Here, drink first. We can’t have you getting dehydrated.”

His mouth feeling suddenly dry, Will took the offering and slaked his thirst. The cool liquid soothed a throat sore from howls and cries. When he’d drunk his fill, Finn took the container back and pushed the tray closer to Will.

“Eat.”

Will didn’t have to be told twice. His stomach gurgled some more as he grabbed up a fork and shoveled a heaping amount of meat loaf and mashed potatoes smothered in gravy. Once he started, he couldn’t stop until the plate was nearly clean. His mouth working a mile a minute, he glanced up at Finn, who stared back at him with a weird look on his face.

Swallowing hard, he blinked rapidly. “I-I’m sorry, was this meant for the two of us?”

Finn rearranged his expression, softened it, and a ghost of a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He reached over and tucked some wayward strands of Will’s messy braid away from his face. “No, I ate while Joey fixed this plate.” He glanced down at his lap. “I was just marveling at how nice it is to see you eat with such enthusiasm.”

“Oh.”

As he pondered why his eating would be so important to his mate, Will scraped up the last of the food with the chunk of soft, warm bread sitting on the tray. He bit off some and savored the mouthful with only a slightly diminished enthusiasm. Fucking used up a lot of energy. He supposed Finn worried about Will’s body being in good enough shape to carry a new pup to term, given how underfed he’d been until coming to the Rogue Pack. That made more sense than concern over just Will. No one had ever cared much about him.

He popped the last piece of bread into his mouth and stared down at the empty plate. He considered licking up the traces of the gravy before deciding that he was actually satisfyingly full. Putting the fork and plate down, he tried to work up the courage to ask if he could go wash. On some level, he knew that Finn wouldn’t deny him, but his experience was a hard thing to get over. He didn’t want to overstep his bounds with his mate.

“Here, take a look at this.” Finn shoved the tray aside, and held his phone up to Will’s face.

It took a second for Will to understand what he was looking at. When he did, he grabbed the phone without a thought and held it even closer. Delight rose within him. “Annie!”

“Yeah, I took that right after dinner. I, ah, thought you’d like to see that she’s okay.”

“Oh,” Will sighed. His daughter sat within the cradle of Mabel’s arms, grinning around a finger she had stuck in her mouth. He gave Finn a shy smile. “Thank you so much. In the back of my mind, I’ve been worried about her. Other than the night you took me as a mate, she and I have never been apart more than several hours.”

After taking a few more seconds to study the picture, he handed the phone back. On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed Finn in gratitude. When he would have pulled back to end it, Finn cuffed him by the back of the neck and held him in place. Their tongues wrestled inside Will’s mouth and by the time Finn let him go, both their dicks had hardened.

Clutching Finn’s forearm, Will panted with rising excitement. His hole throbbed and he felt that telltale drop of slick down his channel. All thoughts of cleaning up were squashed under the pressing need to be mounted. He let go of his mate and flipped onto his hands and knees. He spread his legs as far as he could and jutted his ass out shamelessly.

“Need you,” he whined and closed his eyes. Another flood of slick descended, this time copiously enough to dribble past the spasming ring of his pucker and coat his tightening balls.

The sound of Finn’s zipper rang loudly in the room. Then thick, hairy thighs pushed his legs even farther apart. A finger flicked down the crease of his ass before circling his hole with teasing slowness. He pushed against it in silent invitation, one that didn’t go unanswered. Two fingers slid inside him, making him clench. They crooked within his channel to caress that amazing bundle of nerves that sent him writhing.

Finn gripped him by the hip to hold him in place while he stroked and teased Will to maddening heights of pleasure. His cock bounced against his belly as he continued to buck and struggled. The hand on his hip slid down to grasp his rod, squeezing as it jerked up along the shaft. Will shoved back to send the fingers in his ass deeper and the one around his dick closer to the bundle of nerves below the glans. He clawed at the pallet with frustration. It wasn’t enough. His wolf dared to dance and yip to provoke Finn’s into action.

The beta chuckled. “Okay, baby, we hear you.”

Will’s ass was suddenly empty, but before he could voice a protest, he got what he wanted—Finn’s dick thrusting past the tight ring. Its way was eased by the large amount of slick that coated his insides. The abrupt invasion stretched his muscles more than was comfortable, yet he didn’t complain. He welcomed it, his heat demanding swift, almost violent, action all in the name of procreation.

And with Finn’s clever fingers playing with Will’s dick so aggressively, the moment the beta was fully seated in Will’s ass, the shaft gliding along his prostate, Will’s balls emptied. He convulsed with the strength of it and would have collapsed onto his face if Finn hadn’t kept him up. Not only up, but back. As Finn sat on his heels, he pulled Will with him so that Will landed on his lap. The beta’s dick pierced him to the core, in so deep, it robbed Will of his breath.

He leaned against his mate, panting, arms hanging limp along their thighs, as the knot began to swell. In this position, he felt the stretch and burn even more from that special knot of tissue that he, as an omega, didn’t have. The knot pressed against his prostate, goosing his cock to stiffen once more. Gods, would he never be satisfied? Was this incessant arousal what Finn felt? It overwhelmed him. His breathing had been reduced to short pants, and his fingers curled into fists.

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