The Omega I Bought part 5

The full moon assembly arrived under a sky the color of bruised steel.

The entire pack gathered in the great clearing behind the house, ranking wolves, elders, younger fighters, the whole structure of Blackwood pressed into a rough circle. Torches burned at the edges. Marcus stood at my right. Elias stood at my left, dressed in simple black, wrists bare, head high. The scent of him was a constant pull under my skin.

I had spent the last nine days buried in him, or rather, having him buried in me. Mornings started with his mouth on my nipples or his tongue in my ass. Afternoons ended with his cock down my throat or splitting me open over the desk in my study. Nights were longer. Raw. Messy. He fucked me until I forgot every careful wall I had built since the war, until the only name I remembered how to say was his.

Now the pack waited for answers.

I stepped forward into the center of the circle. The murmur of voices died.

“Nine days ago I purchased an omega at the regional auction,” I said, voice carrying cleanly across the clearing. “You have all heard the rumors. You have all drawn your conclusions. I am here to end them.”

I turned my head and looked at Elias. He met my gaze without flinching.

“Elias is mine. Not as a political statement. Not as a temporary arrangement. He is my chosen partner. Any wolf who cannot accept that is free to leave Blackwood territory by dawn. Those who stay will treat him with the same respect you give me. That is not a request.”

Silence stretched. Then Marcus stepped forward and bared his throat in the old way. One by one the ranking wolves followed. The message was clear enough. The scandal would not disappear overnight, but the pack would hold.

When the assembly finally dispersed, Elias walked beside me back to the house without a word. The second the door of my rooms locked behind us, he shoved me against it and kissed me hard enough to bruise.

“You claimed me in front of them,” he said against my mouth.

“I did.”

“Then get on the bed. I want to claim you back.”

I stripped while he watched. When I was naked he pointed at the mattress. “On your back. Legs spread. I want to see everything.”

I obeyed. Elias undressed slowly, letting me look. His cock was already hard, thick, long, the head flushed dark. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest first, feeding that length between my lips.

I sucked him greedily, taking him as deep as I could, tongue working the underside while he rocked into my mouth. The taste of him flooded me. Spit ran down my chin. He held my head in place and fucked my throat in shallow thrusts until my eyes watered, then pulled out with a wet sound and moved lower.

His mouth found my nipples again. He sucked one, then the other, hard and wet, until both peaks were tight and glistening and so sensitive that every brush of air made me twitch. Then he kept going down, pushing my thighs wide, and buried his face between my cheeks.

The first drag of his tongue over my hole made me arch off the bed. He ate me open with filthy, thorough focus, tongue pushing inside, lips sucking, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. My cock lay hard and leaking against my stomach. I reached for it and he caught my wrist, pinning it to the sheets.

“Not yet.”

When he finally lifted his head, my rim was wet and twitching. Elias slicked his cock with oil, lined up, and pushed in raw. The thick head stretched me in one long, relentless slide. I felt every inch of him forcing me open until his hips were flush against me and I was full to the point of aching.

He started fucking me immediately, deep, hard strokes that shook the bed. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. He leaned down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth again while he drove into me, tongue and teeth working the peak in time with his hips. The dual sensation short-circuited every thought in my head.

“Look at you,” he rasped against my chest. “Alpha of the pack. Claimed me in front of everyone. And now you’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

I could only moan. Every thrust dragged over my prostate. My cock bounced between us, untouched and dripping. Elias shifted the angle and pounded harder. The pressure built until I was shaking, thighs locked around his waist, sounds spilling out of me with every breath.

“Come,” he ordered.

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out. I painted my own chest and stomach while his cock kept moving through the clench of my body. Elias followed a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with pulse after pulse of hot release until it overflowed and slipped down onto the sheets.

He stayed locked inside me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. One of his hands stroked absently along my side. The other curled under my neck, holding me in place.

“Your beta,” he said quietly. “The one who died. You loved him.”

“Yes.”

“And this?”

I turned my head and kissed him, slow, deep, tasting of everything we had just done.

“This is different,” I said against his mouth. “This is mine. You’re mine. And I’m done hiding it.”

Elias’s smile was slow and dark and full of promise. He rolled his hips once, still hard, still buried, and the residual sensitivity made me gasp.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because the night is still young. And I plan to remind you exactly who owns this ass until the sun comes up.”

He started moving again, slower this time, deeper, every stroke deliberate. I wrapped my legs around him and held on, already aching, already open, already his.

The pack had accepted the claim. Inside, under the full weight of him, I finally stopped running from what I had always needed.

And Elias made sure I felt every inch of it.