The Omegas (5 page)

When he saw the object of her curiosity he gave her a smug smile. He stroked his cock while his gaze traveled along her body. “You’re so luscious, Sugar.”

She wanted to taste him. Suck him hard and deep until he begged for mercy. Something silky hanging around his neck distracted her. “Are you wearing a white scarf?”

“I’m in the mood to play.” He pulled it off, and then snapped it between his hands.

She jumped at the sharp pop. “How?”

A wicked grin exposed a little fang while he tied her wrists to the headboard.

She tugged futilely at her bonds out of reflex, not fear. The silk, smooth and cool, held tight. Scandalous delight coursed through her. She’d never done anything like this before.

The slow, easy way he stroked her skin sent a chill down her spine.

“Let’s discuss the rules.”

She dragged her eyes from those magical hands touching her. “Rules?”

His grin returned. “Can I feed?”

Sugar blinked and glanced at her bonds. What had she gotten herself into?

“You said I didn’t frighten you.” He lay next to her and brushed his fingertips along the edges of her belly button.

She watched him admiring her breasts. “I lied.” She hated the quiver in her voice. “It’s not you, I’m worried about what you are. Won’t I become a vampire if you bite me?”

His gaze didn’t leave her breasts. “No, the world would be over populated with us if it were so simple.”

“Will it hurt?”

“I’d never hurt you, Sugar,” he whispered. She could hear the ache of disappointment in his voice.

The light breath he blew across her nipples made them pebble, sending a potent snap of sensual awareness to her core. No one had ever made her feel so wanted.

He continued examining her body with heated interest as he listed the rules. “No biting, then.” He glanced up at her and grinned. “No kneeing.”

She nodded. “No kneeing.”

“If I do something you don’t like, you shout…touchdown.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not saying that.”

He chuckled. “If you don’t, I won’t stop.”

She tugged at the scarf again and sighed. “Touchdown.” Then she nodded in agreement.

With a vicious growl, his lush mouth claimed her over-stimulated nipple and made her spine arch, stretching her body along the length of his. His hand slid up to fondle her other nipple. He rolled it. Pinched it. Pulled at it.

She couldn’t help but cry out. Over the past ten days, she’d yearned for his touch.

He licked, tasted, and nibbled her skin. Waves of delight made her shudder as he paused at her navel to lap around it. She hoped he would do this to her clit, and just the thought made her writhe.

His hand brushed the curly, pale hair covering her sex. He stroked down between her outer labia, to her inner, and then slipped a finger deep inside her core. Sliding it in and out, his finger petted her slick sex.

A moan escaped her at the torturous slow rhythm.

“More?” His voice sounded husky with need.

“Yes…oh yes.”

He wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs and spread them wide to display her like a banquet.

Still wrapped in the silk bonds, she remained vulnerable to his every desire.

She lifted her head to gaze at him, only to meet his half-lidded, intense stare. He held her attention as his head lowered to reach his tongue down, licking between her labia. She squirmed helplessly, gasping when he lapped, then flicked her clit with his marvelous tongue. He did devious things with his mouth, and her arousal intensified, blowing any coherent thoughts from her mind.

“Daedalus!”

He raised his face to lean his chin on her pubis. “Do you need me to stop?” She could hear the amusement in his voice. One day there would be payback.

“No, please, no!”

Her pleas elicited a crooked smile from him before he dipped down to plunge his tongue inside of her. He tasted her with a satisfied rumble.

It was all she could do to catch her breath. The pleasure built and filled her core, overwhelming her consciousness. She lifted her hips to grind against his mouth as bliss assaulted her senses. It blazed through her like wildfire.

She bucked and Daedalus held her to him so he could suck harder to increase her orgasm. Only when her voice became hoarse did she hear her own cries, fading with her climax.

As she lay dazed from her near out-of-body experience, he crawled up her sweat-soaked body. Pressed against her, he kept her pinned, then slid his firm cock to the entrance of her core.

“Do you want this?” His voice had deepened.

She searched his face, looking for something familiar and found nothing but need. It went beyond lust. He allowed her a glimpse of his loneliness. “Yes.”

He thrust himself inside her, even with her wetness, he needed to work himself in. A gasp at the tormenting ecstasy fled her lips when he filled her. The feel of him, stiff and hard, pushing inside, made her thrash and pull at her restraints. The tips of her breasts jiggled with her movements. The hard nubs rubbed against the firm flesh of his chest, eliciting another gasp from her.

“Let...let me go.” She wanted to touch him. No, who was she kidding? She wanted to grab him and fuck him hard.

He ignored her plea while he pushed back in. Thrusting gently at first, he built a rhythm that got deeper and harder with each stroke. Out of control, she needed to feel the solidness of him to ground herself. “Please...please... I need...” She couldn’t remember the word he’d told her to shout.

He lifted himself off her, releasing her lower half to move with him. She met each pump with her hips, trying to grind against him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

The sound of her ragged breathing filled the room. He lowered himself, pushing up close to her face to catch her mouth in a consuming kiss. She returned it with as much heat and passion as he gave. Any touch he offered, she’d take with enthusiasm.

His rhythm grew more erratic, more demanding. It fueled her fire, and her orgasm bowed her in a spine-cracking onslaught. Her cries mixed in with his roars while he released himself inside of her, arching his back so the faint light painted dark shadows across his face.

He collapsed beside her, resting his head on her heaving chest. “Damn, I didn’t last long again. You know how to hit all the right buttons, Sugar.” He reached up to release the knots binding her, then gathered her in his arms.

* * * *

Sugar snuggled against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, curvaceous and tender. It had taken the entirety of his restraint to keep from sinking his teeth into her as she begged beneath him. He really liked the begging.

She ran a finger aimlessly down his body.

He sighed. He hated mixing business with pleasure, but Sugar was intertwined with the Omegas. No way could he choose between the two. Not now. Somehow he’d let his guard down and she snared his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he loved a mortal. “You care a lot about the Omegas.” He felt a twinge of jealousy at having to share her, and it annoyed him.

“Yes.”

Funny how such a small word could seal their fates
.
“The Ayumu pack has claim over Chicago. It’s a large one, and their leader is powerful.” He stroked her hair, to comfort himself more than anything. “He won’t bother to fight Eric himself. The Omegas are too small. He’ll send a lieutenant.”

“Does Eric have a chance?” She twisted to look at his face. Her red rosebud lips were swollen from the crush of his mouth.

He nibbled them. She closed her eyes and gave herself to him. Oh, how he liked it.

Not once since their kitchen encounter had she complained about the lack of his attention. He’d expected it, most women he knew would have. It made him think she’d lost interest. After tonight, he knew different. She’d been waiting for him and understood his duty. It made her more precious to him.

He brushed one of her feather-soft curls from her emerald green eyes. “Eric has an excellent chance. If he wins they’ll send another, then another until he has to face the pack leader.”

“Why? Why do they want the Omegas so bad?” she cried.

Her distress stabbed him like an arrow. He cupped her upset face, suddenly aware her anguish became his. “The Ayumu gave Eric permission to live here, not to start his own tiny pack.” He stroked her cheek. “Taking in Katrina, a fertile attractive female, crossed the line. If the Ayumu don’t retaliate, they’ll look weak.”

“Then the Omegas are doomed.”

He laughed. “Hardly. I’m here, Sugar.” He continued tracing his thumb along her jaw. Her skin was satiny. Her eyes tore through a tender part of him long ago buried. She needed to learn to trust him. Have faith in him. “I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” She ignored his invitation. It hurt, but maybe she didn’t understand what he offered.

“They make you happy?”

“Of course.”

“So I’ll take care of them too.” Her sudden direct stare made him feel shy for a moment, like a human. He chuckled at himself. “I like the Omegas, Sugar. They cling to their humanity, like they should. Eric knows what to do. I’m teaching him well.”

“In one month?”

“It doesn’t take much to make a king, Sugar.”

Daedalus reached across the rug and set one of Sugar’s books on top of a pile. Another romance. He didn’t know what triggered this need to organize the mess of books in her apartment. A disgraceful habit for a librarian, but a cute idiosyncrasy.

Boredom drove him to continue. The pre-dawn was always a lonely time. The Omegas and Sugar slept. She needed to work in the morning, and the small pack rarely stayed up this late. He usually did his own training when alone, yet tonight he needed to be close to her.

She read a lot of fiction. No history or philosophy, nothing of his taste. Books with aliens, fairies, or wizards sat in the second largest stack, since the romance stuff dominated the books.

He shook his head. Whatever demon created him must be laughing his ass off right now. He’d fallen in love with a gentle, loving dreamer. At least he could admit it to himself.

She, on the other hand, still had issues. He saw her cringe every time he or one of the Omegas experienced a paranormal situation. He doubted she knew about this habit. Heck, she didn’t even let him feed, one of the most intimate acts a couple could share. Instead she made him turn to the Omega males for sustenance. Technically, he could use Katrina. His stomach turned at the idea. She smelled too much like abuse for his taste. He didn’t need to hear her story to know what she’d suffered at the hands of her old pack.

If Sugar conquered her prejudice their relationship could bloom. Since they’d met he’d become aware of how tired he was of his present life, of being the leader, the provider, and the warrior to his people. With her he’d become the lover, the protector, and the teacher. If she agreed to it, he’d turn her to vampire, then take her as a wife.

His wife.

It had been a very long time since he’d wanted one or even thought of having one. He sighed and placed a poetry book on a small stack by his leg. At least they held one thing in common, except she liked the modern poets.

He’d leave Pal Robi Corporation in capable hands, move to Chicago, maybe into this cozy apartment. Eric could use his advice to tread Were politics and keep from drowning in it. They could make a difference, bring the Ayumu under control, teach them the old ways, the right ways. Then hopefully, with some guidance, it would spread.

Who was the dreamer now? Maybe he and Sugar shared more in common than he admitted to himself. He laughed.

“I don’t see the comedy in Frank Herbert’s
Dune
.”

Daedalus fumbled the book, trying to catch it before it hit the floor. It slipped between his fingers to land back in the unsorted pile.

Sugar leaned her luscious body against his back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He glanced over his shoulder into her crystal clear, green eyes. Even this early in the morning they sparkled with clarity. “You didn’t startle me. I heard you coming. The book slipped.” He must be off center to get surprised by a small human female. He deserved to get staked if he allowed his defenses to drop.

“Sure, I always grease them up when I’m done.” She kissed the back of his neck.

He sighed at the light, feathery touch of her lips. “That explains why they’re always scattered everywhere.”

She giggled. The gesture made her breasts bounce a little against his shoulders. He was tempted to tear her tight t-shirt open and set them free.

“Why were you thinking so hard?” she whispered close to his ear.

“Worried about tonight’s challenge.” The lie didn’t hurt as much as the truth. Eric would do fine tonight, their plans were set solid. His plans for Sugar made him worry.

“Daedalus? You said they would be okay.”

He’d chosen the wrong thing to say. She’d made him a bumbling idiot. “It will be all right. Doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking about it.” He reached back and pulled her to face him. An idea formed to help him with his real problem. “You should come.”

She shook her head. “I don’t like fighting, and I don’t want to watch anyone get hurt. There will be plenty of both tonight.”

He ran his hand through her tangle of messy curls. Their color reminded him of spun sunlight, something he’d only seen when he was human, a very long time ago. “The Omegas could use your support.”

“They have you.” She rubbed her face on the palm of his hand.

The silky touch of her skin stirred his hunger. He wanted to taste the tender flesh in his mouth, feel his teeth puncture her white, milky hide.

He exhaled in frustration.

She glanced up at him. “What?”

How could he explain his need without scaring her away? He smiled, careful to hide his fangs. “Maybe I want you at the challenge.” He allowed enough of his hunger in his voice to convince her of his desire. She needed to face her fears. To get over being surrounded by sentient beings other than humans, who developed different ways of surviving. The challenge would be a perfect place.

“I’m scared, I’m not ashamed to admit it.” She stared down at his chest.