Page 7 of Omega's Breed

“She’s still asleep.” Finn’s reassurance came out in almost a whisper, not only to keep from waking the pup, but also because his throat had constricted. He swallowed hard. “Where are your clothes?”

“Oh, sorry.” The omega spun around and hurried into the bathroom. Seconds later, he came back out, his folded jeans under one arm and holding a wet T-shirt. He went over to the small closet and hung both up. “I hope this dries by tomorrow morning,” he said quietly before starting the task of re-braiding his hair.

The alluring sight captured Finn’s attention and made his dick punch up against his fly. The speed of his arousal robbed him of breath. He had to force air into his lungs while he tore his gaze away from something he had no business looking at to begin with. Shifters were immodest by nature, a by-product of the pack taking moonlight runs together. The habitual celebration would take forever if everyone had to demurely strip in privacy first. Staring, however, was considered rude except as a prelude to fucking, and that certainly wasn’t the case now.

It took a moment for the omega’s words to sink in. Finn frowned. “Wait, are those your only clothes?” He forced himself to look at Will’s face and nothing further south.

The omega’s fingers faltered and his cheeks turned redder. “Yes, sir.” He stared at the floor. “I had to, um, use my stuff to make Annie new clothes. As little as she is, she’s growing so fast.” A ghost of a smile traced his lips in obvious fatherly pride.

“Shit.” Finn hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He could see in an instant that his response worried the omega.

Jumping to his feet, he crossed over to his travel bag and pulled out one of his own long-sleeved flannel shirts. He got just close enough to Will to extend his arm. “Here. Put this on.”

Will snagged a bit of his lower lip between two teeth and shook his head. “I’m fine, sir. Really. I couldn’t take your shirt from you.”

Finn shook it at the boy. “Take it. I have others, and I’m not having you sleep naked.” The words came out harsher than he’d intended. He tried again with more patience. “Look. You and I need to share a bed tonight.”

There were only two double beds. No way Finn and Caleb would fit their large bodies comfortably in one. He had no intention of asking Caleb to sleep on the ground, nor did he want to do so himself.

Will’s eyes went wide, but he took the shirt and slid first one arm, then the other into the too-long sleeves. Then he started working the buttons. “Thank you, Beta.”

“Finn.”

“Finn. Sorry.” The omega’s blush deepened to match the red in the checkered flannel. “I could sleep on the floor. It might be better for Annie if I were right next to her crib.”

“No.”

Finn’s curt reply conveyed his strong feelings on the matter. No omega would sleep on the floor while Finn and a gamma snuggled down in comfy beds. The very idea made his wolf bristle. The only solution was for him to share with Will because the alternative—the boy sharing with Caleb—set his wolf off on a low growl. With a jump, Will backed away from him.

Oops, apparently that sound had actually come out of Finn’s mouth.

He rubbed his hand down his face. “Sorry. I’m tired. I’m going to take a quick shower myself.” He gestured with his head toward the bed. “Go ahead and get settled. Caleb should be back soon from his run.” He paused. “You’ll be all right out here on your own?”

Will nodded shyly, his hands fluttering beneath the long sleeves that covered them. Shit, the shirt was so big on the boy, skimming the middle of his thighs, it was sexier than his being completely naked. He realized with a satisfied huff of his wolf and a twitch of his cock that the omega would smell like him, too, from the cloth covering so much of his skin. And, now his thoughts had again turned completely in an inappropriate direction.

“Go to bed,” he ordered before hustling into the bathroom.

He shut the door behind him as if it could keep out his wayward thoughts. Undressing presented its own challenges. His shirt came off easily enough. The pants were the problem. He carefully lowered the zipper of his jeans past his straining dick. Visions of Will’s nude body kept teasing him regardless of how much he tried to block them out. When he finally shucked down to his skin, he stood ashamedly aroused with a leaking rod and a pathetic appreciation that no one was around to see his sorry state.

As he reached for the controls to the shower, he heard Caleb return. His wolf rose up, snapping and growling, demanding that he march back into the bedroom to make sure the gamma wasn’t poaching what was his. His! He gripped the edge of the shower with whitening knuckles to get himself under control. He waged an internal battle with his wolf, reminding it that Will was not his. Will belonged to the pack. And, if Will belonged to any other shifter, it was to Lorcan, the alpha. Who wasn’t there, so what the fuck was his problem?

Slowly he calmed enough to wrench the water on and throw himself under the spray. Well, part of himself anyway. The shower head hit him about mid-chest. He was a big guy compared to most humans. No plumber could be faulted for not anticipating such a large user squeezing into the space. Ducking his head, he made quick work of his hair, using soap because the tiny bottle of shampoo the motel had provided was empty. Of course, Will had long hair. He must had needed all of it, and whether or not the omega realized he’d used it up, Finn was glad the boy had received the benefit.

The rest of him didn’t take long to clean, either, but instead of jumping out and returning to the bedroom, he took a moment to just stand under the hot spray and contemplate what he was going to do about the one part of his body left unwashed—his cock. The erection hadn’t abated and naturally he couldn’t return in this physical state to the same room where the omega and pup lay, hopefully sleeping. He didn’t think he could get his jeans back on and no way he’d parade around like this. Annie wouldn’t understand even if she were awake, but the others would. He didn’t want Will to fear him anymore than he already did, and he didn’t want Caleb to know the affect the omega was having on him. Those thoughts led him to wonder how the gamma was reacting to the close proximity of an omega, which in turn caused his fangs to spring out.

No! Nope, there will be no more of that.

Time to put a stop to this nonsense. Lathering up his hands, he took his hard, throbbing dick with a punishing grip and started jerking off as if he were in some kind of race to the finish. There would be no slow, pleasurable ride. He relieved himself only when absolutely necessary and with no lingering caresses from his own palm. Enjoying the act brought on feelings of guilt. Bad enough that he was still alive. He forced his mind to go blank. Fantasizing was too much to add to self-gratification, which in itself he viewed as selfish and a kind of betrayal.

He tugged at his dick with one hand and pressed the palm of his other one against the wall to brace himself. With each brusque stroke, he flicked his thumb through the slit at the top, the bite of pain a sort of punishment and yet also perversely a goose to his arousal. He didn’t so much as coax his climax out as yank it, kicking and screaming with such force that he clenched his teeth and bent over. He uttered a wrenching moan that sounded like a death rattle to his ears.

He came with his eyes tightly closed and his hand and dick under the spray. He didn’t want to see the cum or feel it, choosing to wash it away the moment it erupted, like removing a stain from his honor. The fact that a brief image of Will popped into his head at the moment when he emptied his balls only added to his sense of shame. With something sounding suspiciously like a sob, he let go of his cock and slapped the palm of his hand against the wall.

Not sure of how long he stayed bent over with water rushing down his face, he eventually pulled himself together and stood. He turned off the showerhead and stepped out of the tub. The motel towels were small and thin, but they got the job done well enough that he could pull on his jeans. He quietly opened the door and re-entered the bedroom. Through a sliver of moonlight shining past the flimsy curtains, he saw that Will had done as told and gone to bed. The boy lay on his side, facing Annie’s crib and as close to the edge as he could possibly get without falling off. The sight made Finn frown, although he supposed the omega had the right of it. Best to keep a wide gulf between their two bodies.

Caleb slid off his bed and padded past Finn. He gave a brief nod before going into the bathroom. Used to sleeping in the nude, Finn really wanted to take off his jeans again, but settled for remaining bare chested and keeping his pants unsnapped. He climbed onto his side of the bed as carefully as he could. The sweet smell of the omega hit his nostrils and immediately caused his dick to rise as much as it could inside the jeans. The reaction told him that his jerk-off session in the shower had been for naught. With a sigh, he rolled away from the boy and resigned himself to an unpleasant night.

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