Page 30 of Wild Omega

“Here,” Blaine said behind him. “You should clean that. The food is going to ruin the seat.”

What? Wayden wheeled around and saw the mess he’d made.

“Thank you,” Wayden said, taking the cleaning cloth from Blaine and quickly turning away. He couldn’t fucking look him in the eye. He was going to kill Matews for doing this to him. Things were already tense between him and Blaine; they didn’t need to add another thing in the mix. The sound of a door closing filled the silence, making Wayden sigh.

Things are going to get worse, aren’t they? Wayden asked himself as he gingerly cleaned the spilled food. Done, he checked that the shuttle was still on the right course. He might as well call it a night.

Wayden made his way to his room, took off his clothes and got under the covers. He tried hard not to think about what just happened, but Matews’ words played in his mind like a really bad song. Even though Matews was irritating, there was some truth in what the beta had said. Wayden had been alone for too fucking long. He didn’t even remember what it felt like to be held by an omega. Wayden turned over on his side, his heart aching a little. It had been hard to watch Luka and Aidyn together. They made a beautiful couple and the way Aidyn stared at Luka… it had fucking taken his breath away.

Wayden hadn’t allowed himself to feel the longing that had sliced through him at the sight of them, but now he couldn’t seem to fight it. He wanted love and everything that went with it. He wanted…

“No,” Wayden whispered to the darkness. Love came with pain, mortification and a vulnerability he’d vowed never to feel again. He wasn’t going back there. He just needed sex. That’s all he needed. Wayden’s eyes drifted to the small clothing cubicle in the corner where he’d packed his clothes and two pleasuringbots he’d brought with him. His body lit up at the thought of getting off.

As if on cue, Matews’ words filtered into his mind, dampening his mood.

‘“Pleasuring bots are not the same as having someone there to hold you and kiss you.”’

Shit. Wayden looked away from the clothing cubicle. Matews and his big mouth were ruining his mood. Why had he planted such thoughts in his mind? Now he won’t stop thinking about it until he found someone.

Blaine’s frowny face filtered into his mind.

Why was he thinking about that hellion right when he was thinking about fucking someone? He wasn’t going to fuck Blaine.

Hell. No. Blaine was the worst omega to even think about. Not that the omega wasn’t attractive. He was gorgeous, in fact. Caleb thought so too. Wayden had seen how the alpha had looked at Blaine. It was obvious Caleb was into Blaine. It was just that Blaine was too damn prickly. The omega would be stunning if he stopped frowning so much. And that tongue… fuck there was no cure for that. Wayden would probably hurt himself if he tried to go to bed with the omega. The very thought gave him hives.

I would choose my pleasuring bots every time, Wayden thought as he drifted off to sleep, only to plunge into a weird erotic dream about him and Blaine where the moment of the bite was amplified, and he could feel everything on a fucking high. It was like he was back in that moment, reliving every second. The taste of Blaine’s skin exploded in his mouth, enticing him to sink his teeth deeper until he tasted blood.

Wayden clutched Blaine close, loving the omega’s weight and warmth as he leaned into him as if he was accepting his bite. Blaine’s scent sweetened – a clear sign of how turned on he was. If Wayden tunnelled his fingers into his pants, would he findhim wet… ready for him? The thought caused Wayden’s heart to pound.

“Please… please…” Blaine begged.

Wayden woke up with a start. The dream faded away, leaving him hard and wanting. Wayden stared down at the tented sheets and cursed Matews. He was the one who’d put such ridiculous ideas into Wayden’s mind. Now he was dreaming of strange shit. He didn’t even like Blaine. He would rather die than have that hellion in his bed.

Wayden got out of bed and made his way to the washroom. There, he turned on the bathing bot, selected cold water and stepped inside.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” Wayden gritted his teeth as he forced himself to sit down. His cock deflated as soon as he submerged himself in water. Wayden sat in there until his skin became all wrinkly and his sex dream was a distant memory.

By the time he got out of his room, Blaine was already seated at the cooking station drinking his tea. Wayden’s nose twitched as he picked up the scent from his tea. It was an unusual smell, and Wayden wondered what it was for. Normal teas usually smelled flowery, sweet and earthy. Blaine’s tea smelled weird, almost medicinal.

“Morning,” Wayden mumbled as he made his way to the front of the shuttle. He sat in the operator’s seat and took hold of the controls. Blaine came and sat in his seat a few minutes later. The omega’s scent drifted all around him, filling the space, enticing him, reminding Wayden of the dream. Wayden rubbed his nose, irritably.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed Blaine’s scent before. He had. It was nice, but now it smelled more than nice. It was doing things to him – things that left Wayden needy.

He couldn’t fucking stop thinking about sex. And the silence wasn’t helping. He needed something to stop him from thinking.The airway was all clear; the land was flat with nothing to see for miles. And they still had close to two days of this to go.

Fuck. No. Something had to change. Wayden couldn’t be horny and tense at the same time.

“What did you observe from the pack?” Wayden blurted out, not caring what Blaine thought. Wayden couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

Blaine turned and stared at him. Wayden waited, not sure if the omega would answer him or not. The few seconds of silence were torture. Wayden’s skin literally broke out in goosebumps, as if he’d been electrocuted.

Damn.

Wayden cleared his throat. “I mean. It helps to hear different opinions.”

“Is that what you did with your other assistants? You listened to their opinions?” Blaine asked.

The way Blaine asked the question felt different from the other times, somehow. Like he really wanted to know, and it was important to him. Blaine wasn’t playing with Wayden or trying to get a rise out of him. Wayden stared at him for a second before he answered, because the answer to Blaine’s question was no. Wayden’s assistants recorded the information he needed and, to avoid external influences, they didn’t discuss his work.

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