Gay Om Om Novels & Stories

CARLY WOODS "Do Omegas moan when they're having sex?" Addison Cobbler, aka 'Pack Slut' burst forth in laughter almost spilling her mouthful of Bourbon. I trained my gaze on the task of pouring bourbon neat into the glasses by the bar not daring to look in their direction. "How about Nate answer the question?" Ophelia, her super bitchy best friend giggled swatting Nate's bulged arm. Gamma Nate and I were fated mates but he rejected me on the spot a few months ago. He was embarrassed of me and his squad didn't hesitate to tease him over it.

What did we learn about Omegas? My heart sinks as realisation dawns on me. No wonder Gianna was initiating intimacy. How could I forget? Once an Omega turns eighteen, they start having their heat whether they are marked or not. This was a mating call for unmated wolves to mate and claim them. Years ago, Omegas were used as breeders. The sex pheromones they emitted could seduce anyone. Gianna's scent seeps into my nose again and it drives me crazy. Fuck! Why didn't I notice this earlier? I almost took advantage of her. Since this is her first heat, it's much more intense.

I exhaled a laugh under my breath. The meeting ended. People stood up and left. Liam did the same, without staring at me. Good. My father stepped close. Too close. And when he inhaled, my heart stopped working. His gaze sharpened. “Why are you smelling like an Omega?” Cold glazed down the walls of my stomach, and I could almost smell my death. “I spent my rut with an omega,” I said, my voice trembled harder than my heart. “I guess his pheromones clung onto me.”

I ask curiously. “Many paranormal beings have Omegas. Created by the gods, to be dicked and knotted by the strongest male in the clan.” Viki is so sarcastic the corners of my mouth twitch up.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

"We will be holding a pack meeting at 7pm tonight. He announced and I heard him say the same through the mind link. I walked with him as he walked to his office. Troy, Jon and Jules followed while Stacy hurried off to help make preparations for the pack dinner. I knew that I should help her, mom and Chrissy but it seemed like Dad needed me now. I linked mom and let her know. We have got it covered. I help your father. She replied. I thanked her and shut the link. What is going on, dad?" Troy asked as we reached his office. Dad sat down on the couch and I sat next to him, putting my head on his shoulder. As an omega, I have the power to calmed pack members with just a thought or word but I co

"Reflexes. Good." "You threw a knife at me!" I yelled, my voice cracking. "Are you insane?" "And you caught it," Kael said calmly. "Most omegas would have flinched. Or screamed. You did neither." "I'm not most omegas," I snapped, gripping the knife tighter. "Clearly." He walked over to a sparring mat laid out on the cobblestones. It looked thin and uninviting. "Attack me," he said. I blinked. "What?"

“I’ve gathered information. Apparently, several omegas have been escaping the territory at night… sneaking out to meet with humans.” “...they’re exchanging gold bars for…” He paused. “In exchange for freshly dead human bodies. Or more likely… corpses.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine. When those words rang in my ears, I covered my mouth with both hands. "A group of mostly male omegas is the one practicing such an act. They have what's called a leader, someone who leads the group in gathering precious gemstones or even gold bars... so they can buy freshly deceased human bodies to eat."

one spat. Don't they have any other things to do than to stare?. I was used to they words because I've been hearing this since the incident happened. " eww, is he really a gay " " my little girl cry when she found out her favourite celebrity is a gay. I mean she has a crush on him " a lady said. It was a useless thing to hear. These loser are just too noisy. My ears are worn out thanks to them. I threw away the bouquets and get-well card in the bin that were in my arms.

Underneath, I could map out her bald pussy. No panties. Oma had a personal beef with underneath. Girl loved showing her holes. "You bitches ready to get paid tonight?" Oma asked, turning to twerk her massive ass. Those fat cheeks made loud clapping noises, making her grin. " I'm not leaving until my bank account is green and my holes sore. "