The Omega I Bought part 4

The council meeting lasted three hours and solved nothing.

I stood at the head of the table in fresh clothes that still smelled faintly of Elias underneath the soap, and listened to the same arguments circle the room like vultures. Scandal. Optics. The northern packs were already sending formal inquiries. A male omega purchased by a male alpha in open auction was unprecedented in living memory. Rumors were spreading that I had taken him as a political slight, or worse, that I had taken him because I preferred him that way.

Marcus stayed silent at my right shoulder. The older council members did not.

“A public claiming is the only way to quiet this,” one of them said finally. “Present him as your intended Luna. Make the bond visible. Anything less and the other packs will smell weakness.”

I kept my face blank. “He is not a Luna in the traditional sense.”

“Then what is he?”

The question hung in the air. I thought of Elias’s tongue in my ass that morning. The way he had held me open and fucked me raw until I came untouched. The way my nipples still ached under my shirt from his mouth.

“He is mine,” I said. “That is the only answer any of you will get today. The full moon is in nine days. I will address the pack then. Until that time, he remains under my protection and in my private wing. Anyone who approaches him without my leave answers to me directly.”

They did not like it. They accepted it because they had no choice.

Marcus followed me into the hall after the others dispersed.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said quietly. “I can smell him on you. Everyone can. If this is grief, or loneliness, or whatever you’ve been carrying since the war…”

“It is none of those things.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “Then what is it?”

I did not answer. I climbed the stairs instead.

Elias was waiting in my rooms again, this time completely naked, stretched out on the bed like he belonged there. His cock lay heavy against his thigh, already half-hard. He looked up when I locked the door and the heat in his gaze made my mouth go dry.

“They want a show,” I said.

“I heard.” He sat up, legs spreading in invitation. “Come here.”

I went. He pulled me down onto the bed, stripped me with efficient hands, and pushed me onto my back. Then he crawled up my body and straddled my chest again, feeding his cock between my lips without a word.

I opened for him greedily. The taste of him flooded my mouth, clean skin, musk, the faint salt of precum. He was fully hard within seconds, thick and long enough that I had to relax my throat to take him deeper. Elias’s hands braced on the headboard. He fucked my mouth in slow, controlled thrusts, watching my face the entire time.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at you. Alpha of the Blackwood pack, on his back with an omega’s cock down his throat. Your council would lose their minds if they could see this.”

I moaned around him. The vibration made his hips stutter. He pushed deeper, held himself there while I swallowed, then pulled back enough to let me breathe before sliding in again. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest. My own cock was rock-hard against my stomach, leaking steadily.

When he finally pulled out, my lips felt swollen and used. Elias moved down my body, sucking first one nipple then the other into his mouth, hard and wet, until both peaks were tight and glistening. Then he kept going lower, tongue dragging over my ribs, my stomach, the crease of my thigh, until he settled between my legs and pushed my knees up to my chest.

“Hold them,” he ordered.

I locked my arms under my knees, spreading myself open. Elias looked at my hole, still slightly puffy from the morning, and leaned in. His tongue dragged over me in one long, slow lick. Then another. Then he sealed his mouth over my rim and pushed inside.

I swore. The wet heat of his tongue fucking into me was almost too much after the intensity of the morning. He ate me thoroughly, messily, the sounds obscene in the quiet room. His hands held my cheeks spread wide so he could get deeper. Every time his tongue curled inside me my cock jumped and dripped onto my stomach.

“Elias…fuck…”

He pulled back just long enough to speak, lips shiny. “You want my cock again.”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. Please fuck me. I need it…”

He slicked himself with oil, lined up, and pushed in raw. The thick head stretched me open in one relentless slide. I felt every inch of that long cock forcing its way inside until his hips were pressed flush against me and I was full to the point of pain and pleasure blurring together.

Elias didn’t give me time to adjust. He started thrusting hard and deep, the wet sound of it loud in the room. My legs stayed locked against my chest, leaving me completely at his mercy. He leaned down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth again while he pounded into me, tongue and teeth working the sensitive peak in time with his hips.

The combination destroyed me. Nipple, prostate, the thick stretch of his cock, every nerve ending fired at once. I came hard, untouched, striping my own chest while he kept fucking me through it. Elias’s rhythm broke a moment later. He slammed in to the hilt and came with a low, guttural sound, flooding me in hot pulses that overflowed and slipped down onto the sheets.

He stayed buried, mouth still latched onto my nipple, sucking gently while we both shook. When he finally released it, the peak was red and wet and so sensitive that even the air made me twitch.

“Nine days,” he said against my chest. “Then you stand in front of your pack and claim me. Or you send me away and go back to pretending you don’t need this.”

I turned my head and found his mouth. The kiss was slow and deep and tasted like sex.

“I’m not sending you away.”

Elias’s smile curved against my lips.

“Good. Because I’m not finished with this ass.”