Page 4 of Omegas Need
I drifted off with him, my cock still encased in his warmth.
When I woke, it was with a pleasured gasp in the early hours of the morning as my cock was being milked inside him.
I stiffened, balls already tightening with the desire to come as Wren strained beneath me.
He had his legs wrapped around my waist, his heels digging into my ass to use as leverage as he rocked his hips, clenching around me with each movement.
He was shaking hard. I could barely see him in the dark, but I knew before the words even came out of his mouth.
“It’s not enough,” he whimpered.
I shouldn’t have been disappointed, but I was. It was unavoidable.
Every few weeks the man that I loved needed more than me, and each time, the pain of that fact deepened. There was nothing for it but to try to disentangle from his warmth and help him find someone who could satisfy him until his heat passed.
Of course, he could remain with me—he probably would if I insisted and my best efforts would take the sting off, but it would hurt Wren until it was over, and I didn’t want that either.
When I tried to pull away though, his arms and legs tightened around me.
“Come first,” he gasped. “Please.”
Unable to deny him anything he wanted, I stilled and let him keep moving, allowing my eyes to flutter shut as he rocked back and forth, his hole clinging to me with each deep stroke.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I buried my face into his neck and ejaculated deep within him, his ass tight against my hips, no room in between us.
Wren didn’t come though, he couldn’t anymore. At this point, if he was going to get an alpha, I was going to have to be the one to get him there. We’d left it too long.
“Come on,” I whispered.
He didn’t want to move, to get up and face the cold. His body was probably hurting too much already, and I felt guilty pushing him even though it was for his own good.
I helped him into his clothes, his boots and coat. Every scrape of rough fabric across his skin made him gasp.
“I’m sorry,” I found myself saying. “I wish I was enough.”
Wren sank against my side and didn’t say anything.
I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. This was just our nature. Nothing could change that. Next time it would be me seeking out an alpha…
“Come on,” I repeated.
I hooked his arm around my shoulder and together, we went out of our little sanctuary, seeking out the busy streets in “The Valley” the roughest part of Lunar City, the spot where all the alphas knew to go when they needed an omega for cheap.
Or, in this case,free.Since Wren was in heat, alphas considered these fucks to be a favor for the omega.
Sadly, they weren’t entirely wrong. But some money wouldn’t hurt anyway, would it?
The fact that most—if not all alphas—were complete assholes wasn’t worth worrying over right now. I couldn’t change anything.
All I could do was help Wren.
And so, I found a bench for us to huddle on and put an arm around his shoulders to offer comfort while we waited.
He was running hot. As the sun began to rise and the sky lightened, I could see how flushed his face was. His normally pale skin was blotchy with red and touched with a sheen of sweat even though he was shivering.
“We should have stayed in the tent,” he moaned piteously. He was shifting and uncomfortable, occasionally pressing his face into my neck and kissing me there even though we were out in the open where anyone could see.
