The Omega I Bought part 2

The drive back to Blackwood territory was silent except for the low growl of the engine and the occasional shift of Elias’s body in the passenger seat. He had cleaned up with the same calm efficiency he had used to wreck me against the wall, but the scent of what we had done still clung to both of us. My own release dried on the wall of that annex room. His was still a faint, slick reminder between my thighs every time I adjusted in the seat.

I kept both hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. If I looked at him too long I was going to pull over and demand he open me up again on the side of the highway.

The pack house came into view just after dusk. Lights glowed in the lower windows. My second, Marcus, was already waiting on the front steps with two other ranking wolves. Their postures stiffened when I stepped out of the car and Elias unfolded himself from the other side, taller than most omegas, shoulders broad, that same unreadable half-smile on his mouth.

Marcus’s nostrils flared. He could smell it. They all could.

“Alpha,” he said carefully. “The council is assembled. They… have questions.”

“I’m sure they do.” I kept my voice flat. “Elias will be shown to the east wing. Guest suite for now. No one enters without my leave.”

Marcus’s gaze flicked to Elias, then back to me. “Guest suite. Not the Luna’s rooms.”

“Not yet.”

Elias said nothing. He simply followed the young beta who appeared to escort him, and the way he walked, loose, unhurried, like he already owned the air in my house, made my cock twitch again.

The council meeting was exactly as unpleasant as I expected.

Twelve ranking wolves sat around the long table. Accusations flew in careful language. Scandal. Precedent. The optics of a male alpha purchasing a male omega in full view of rival packs. The fact that I had still not presented a Luna after four years. One of the older council members, gray-haired and sharp-eyed, leaned forward and asked the question no one else dared voice.

“Is he intended as a political statement… or as something else?”

I met his stare until he looked away. “He is intended as mine. That is all the explanation any of you require tonight. Further discussion can wait until the full moon assembly. Dismissed.”

They left in a wave of tight mouths and suppressed growls. Marcus lingered.

“Rhys.” His voice dropped. “I covered for you after the war. I never asked what happened with…” He stopped himself. “But this is different. The whole region will know by morning. If you’re using him to finally take a mate, fine. If you’re using him for something else…”

“Something else is none of your concern.”

Marcus’s jaw flexed. He nodded once and left.

I climbed the stairs two at a time.

Elias had not stayed in the guest suite. The door stood open, lights low, and the scent of him pulled me down the hall to my own rooms. He was already inside, shirt discarded, barefoot, examining the heavy wooden bed frame like he was deciding how best to use it.

He looked up when I entered and locked the door behind me.

“Your second smells like loyalty and suspicion,” he said. “The rest smell like fear. You’re going to have a problem.”

“I already have a problem.” I crossed the room, grabbed the front of his remaining clothes, and yanked him against me. “You’re standing in my bedroom like you belong here.”

“Don’t I?” His hand slid down and cupped me through my trousers again, finding me already half-hard. “You came on that wall with my cock in you less than two hours ago. You still smell like it.”

I kissed him to shut him up. It was not gentle. Teeth, tongue, the taste of him sharp and addictive. He met it with equal force, shoving me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I went down. He followed, straddling my hips, and the weight of him pinning me made something low in my gut uncoil with pure relief.

“Clothes off,” he ordered.

I stripped while he watched. When I was naked he pushed me higher onto the mattress and spread my thighs with both hands. There was no slow preparation this time. He slicked his fingers with the oil I kept in the bedside drawer, oil I had not touched in four years, and pushed two into me at once. I arched, a rough sound tearing out of my throat.

“Still open from earlier,” he murmured, working me with deliberate twists of his wrist. “Good. I want to feel how wet you still are from me.”

He added a third finger. My cock lay hard against my stomach, leaking steadily. I reached for it and he caught my wrist again, pinning it to the sheets.

“Same rule. You come from my cock or not at all.”

When he finally pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the thick head of his cock, I was already shaking. He pushed in with one long, continuous thrust until his hips were flush against me. The stretch forced the air from my lungs. My head dropped back against the pillows.

Elias stayed buried for a moment, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at where we were joined.

“Four years,” he said quietly. “No one else has been inside you since your beta died.”

It was not a question. I still answered.

“No one.”

Something flickered across his face, satisfaction, possession, something sharper. Then he started to move.

He fucked me like he had all the time in the world and none of it at once. Deep, grinding strokes that kept constant pressure on the place that made my vision blur. Every time I tried to lift my hips to meet him he pinned them down and forced me to take the exact pace he chose. Sweat slicked my chest. My cock bounced untouched between us, so hard it hurt.

“Please…” The word left me before I could stop it.

“Please what?”

“Let me come. Fuck, Elias, let me…”

He shifted the angle and drove into me harder. The new pressure made my thighs tremble. A broken sound spilled out of me on every thrust. He leaned down, mouth against my ear, and spoke in a voice gone rough with his own approaching release.

“You’re going to take every drop. Then you’re going to sleep with me still inside you. And in the morning you’re going to look your entire pack in the eye while you still feel me.”

I came with a shattered groan, painting my own stomach and chest in thick ropes while his cock kept moving through the clench of my body. Elias followed seconds later, burying himself to the root and pulsing deep, filling me again until I felt the warm overflow slip out around him.

He did not pull out.

He simply lowered his weight onto me, chest to chest, and stayed locked inside while our breathing slowed. One of his hands stroked absently along my side. The other curled under my neck, holding me in place.

“Your pack is going to demand answers,” he said against my throat. “A public claiming. A Luna ceremony. Proof that this was strategy and not what it actually is.”

I stared at the ceiling, still full of him, still trembling with aftershocks.

“I know.”

“And what are you going to tell them?”

I turned my head until our mouths were close enough to share breath.

“I’m going to tell them you’re mine. Everything else is none of their fucking business.”

Elias’s smile was slow and dark and full of promise.

“Good answer,” he murmured. “Now go to sleep. You’re going to need your strength. I plan to use this bed properly before the sun comes up.”

He shifted his hips just enough to remind me he was still hard, still buried, and still completely in control.

I closed my eyes and let him.