The Omega I Bought Part 3

I woke to the wet heat of Elias’s mouth around my nipple.

For a second I thought I was still dreaming, the kind of dream I had not allowed myself in four years. Then his teeth scraped the sensitive peak and my eyes snapped open. Gray morning light filtered through the heavy curtains. Elias was stretched over me, dark hair falling into his eyes, lips wrapped around my left nipple while his tongue flicked and sucked with deliberate, filthy focus.

My cock jerked hard against his stomach.

“Morning,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough with sleep. He switched to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth until it tightened into a stiff point. His hand slid down and wrapped around my shaft, stroking once, slow and tight. “You sleep deep when you’re full of me.”

I was still slick between my cheeks from the night before. His release had dried on my thighs. The memory of him staying buried inside me while I drifted off made my hole clench around nothing.

“Elias…”

“Quiet.” He bit down just hard enough to make me hiss, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “I’m not finished.”

He worked both nipples until they were red and wet and aching, sucking hard enough that the sensation shot straight to my cock. Every pull of his mouth made me leak onto his fist. When he finally lifted his head, a thin string of saliva connected his lower lip to my chest.

“On your stomach,” he ordered.

I rolled over without argument. The sheets smelled like sex and him. Elias moved down my body, hands spreading my cheeks wide. Cool air hit my hole. Then his tongue.

The first slow lick dragged from my balls all the way up over my rim. My hips jerked. He did it again, firmer, flattening his tongue and pressing it against the sensitive skin until I was pushing back into his face. A low, approving sound vibrated against me.

“Still loose,” he muttered. “Still tastes like me.”

He buried his face between my cheeks and ate me like he was starving. Tongue pushing inside, wet and relentless, fucking me open while his hands held me spread. The sounds were filthy, wet, sucking, the occasional soft moan he made when I clenched around him. My cock dragged against the mattress, leaving a dark smear of precum. I reached under myself to stroke and he slapped my hand away hard enough to sting.

“I said you come from me or not at all.”

He went back to work, tongue spearing deeper, lips sealing around my rim and sucking. My thighs started to shake. The dual sensation of being opened by his mouth while my nipples still throbbed from earlier had me dripping and desperate in minutes.

When he finally pulled back I was panting into the pillow. Elias wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark.

“Turn over. I want your mouth.”

I flipped onto my back. He straddled my chest, knees bracketing my ribs, and fed his cock between my lips in one smooth thrust. Thick, long, already hard and tasting of salt and skin. I opened for him, letting him slide over my tongue until the head nudged the back of my throat. His hand settled in my hair, not forcing, just holding.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Suck me like you’ve been thinking about it since the auction.”

I had. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, tongue working the underside, lips stretched wide around the girth of him. He was bigger than my beta had been, longer, thicker, the kind of cock that left an ache for hours after. I swallowed around him and felt the answering twitch. Elias’s head dropped back, a low curse spilling out of him.

He fucked my mouth in shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust, then deeper when I moaned around him. Spit ran down my chin. My own cock lay neglected and leaking against my stomach. Every time he pushed in I tasted more of him, the musky heat of an omega who had already claimed me twice and planned to do it again.

When he pulled out it was with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected my lips to the shiny head of his cock.

“Hands and knees,” he said. “Ass up.”

I scrambled into position. Elias moved behind me, slicked himself with the oil from the drawer, and pressed the broad head of his cock against my spit-slick hole. He pushed in raw, no condom, nothing between us, one long, continuous slide until his hips were flush against my ass. The stretch burned in the best way. I felt every vein, every inch of that thick length splitting me open.

“Fuck,” I groaned into the sheets.

He started moving immediately. Hard, deep strokes that forced the air from my lungs. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me back onto every thrust. My cock swung heavy between my legs, untouched and throbbing.

“You take it so well,” Elias said, voice rough. “Look at this hole. Stretching around me like it was made for my cock.” He reached under and flicked one of my still-sensitive nipples. The sharp spark of sensation made me clench hard around him. “That’s it. Squeeze me.”

He fucked me like that until my arms gave out and my chest hit the mattress. The new angle let him drive even deeper. Every thrust dragged over my prostate. I was so close I could taste it, but he kept me right on the edge, slowing whenever my moans got too high, speeding up when I tried to rock back for more.

“Please…”

“Not yet.”

He pulled out suddenly. I made a broken sound of protest. Elias flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in to the hilt. The position left me completely open, completely exposed. He leaned down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth again while he pounded into me, tongue and teeth working the peak in time with his hips.

The dual assault wrecked me. I came with a shout, untouched, painting my own chest and stomach in thick stripes while his cock kept driving through the clench of my body. Elias followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and flooding me with hot pulses that I felt in my gut. He stayed locked inside while the aftershocks rippled through both of us, mouth still latched onto my nipple, sucking gently now.

When he finally lifted his head, my nipple was red and wet and aching. He looked down at the mess on my stomach and dragged two fingers through it, then pushed those fingers into my mouth.

“Clean it up.”

I sucked his fingers clean without being told twice.

Elias pulled out slow. I felt the warm rush of his release slipping out of me and down onto the sheets. He watched it with dark satisfaction, then leaned down and kissed me, deep, claiming, tasting of my own spend and his tongue.

“Your council is going to be at the door in an hour,” he said against my mouth. “They’re going to demand a public statement. A timeline for a claiming ceremony. Proof that you didn’t just buy yourself a male whore to bend over whenever the need hits.”

I stared up at him, still breathing hard, still open and dripping.

“And what do you want me to tell them?”

Elias’s smile was slow and sharp.

“Tell them the truth. Or as close to it as you can manage without getting us both killed. Tell them I’m yours. Then come back upstairs and let me remind you exactly what that means.”