Omega Awakening Bundle

by Aiden Bates

  “N-no,” Luke whined, pushing himself back and seeking out the headmaster’s cock; the burning in his gut blazing painfully at the absence of the Alpha. Repositioning himself, and with a single sharp thrust, Jason reburied his cock in the twitching, leaking ass of the man beneath him. Unable to suppress a soft groan of pleasure, Jason withdrew and entered again, building up a steady rhythm.

  Luke groaned and whimpered the back of his neck and ears flushed and burning while the powerful wizard behind him thrust steadily in and out of his wet hole, obscene squelching noises accompanying every thrust. This was what he needed, this, here! Not just an Alpha’s cock, to split him open and paint his insides, but THIS Alpha’s cock; he needed Jason, needed him just as much as he needed air.

  “P-please,” The soft gasped word caught Jason’s attention, but he didn’t stop in his slow steady thrusting; enjoying the tight wet friction against his heated length. “Please d-don’t stop.” Jason couldn’t restrain the grin, cantering his hips a little more sharply so he could bump against the other’s prostate; grin growing when a sharp gasp informed him that he’d found his mark.

  “I have no plan to stop, love. You were born for this, my dear boy. Born to be taken like this, with care and intent. I consider myself fortunate to be the first to be permitted to bury my length in your tight body, and I plan to take a considerable amount of time to enjoy this great pleasure; taking you, again, and again over the next four days.” It wasn’t a lie, Jason felt honored to be thrusting into the virgin omega beneath him, filling him, stretching him. And he certainly believed that Luke deserved this careful, tender treatment, and was glad that Luke had never been unfortunate enough to meet another Alpha, perhaps a less kindly Alpha.

  Certainly if Jason had had any Alpha’s within his ranks, and Luke had gone into heat among them, he would have been taken ruthlessly, forced to breed, and forced to bond.

  He growled at the thought of anyone else touching his omega, daring mount him without invitation. His grip tightened on narrow hips, and he slid out till the tip of his cock was the only thing connecting him to the other man, shaft glistening with the other’s slick, before pounding back into the wet heat. Luke gasped, body going limp against the bed, crying into the pillow as pleasure fueled the fire in his gut; this was what his body wanted.

  Gasping, he moaned, whined, and wordlessly begged as the other man pounded into him, thrusts firmer, harsher, and a bit faster than before. The slick sound of the other’s shaft sliding in and out of him, along with the wet slap of their skin against each other forced keening cries to rise in Luke’s throat, causing Jason to groan and grunt with the effort; his grip on narrow hips the only thing keeping the younger man from falling to the bed completely.

  Jason had known that their first session wouldn’t be a lasting one; Luke’s first time, and Jason’s first rut in ages; it was just too much for either of them, and all too soon Jason could feel the knot at the base of his cock beginning to swell for the second time that evening. He pounded a little firmer into the willing, quivering body before him, his swelling knot bumping and catching against the stretched ring of the other’s entrance. He thrust firmly, pounding against the dark man’s prostate with abandon; jerking his hips fiercely away from the taught ass, Jason surged his hips forward, forcing his knot past the ring of muscles and into the slick wet canal where it filled fully, plugging the other’s hole and sealing them tightly, almost painfully together.

  He bit his cheek sharply, tasting the coppery taste of blood as his orgasm washed over him, their bodies rocking together as he began shooting rope after rope of his seed deep into the other man. Luke let out a loud keening growl, pushing himself flush against the other man, as he felt his insides coated with warm wetness that was not his own. The knot inside him felt huge, stretching him farther then he thought was possible, burning his ass even while the constant thrumming pulse of cum hitting his insides dowsed the fire in his gut. He gasped, and sank his teeth into the pillow beneath him as his own cock jerked and climax washed over him.

  Jason groaned as his young Potions Master’s ass clenched around him, milking even more cum from his jerking cock, the smell of the other’s sex making him dizzy as his love spent himself against the sheets.

  Chapter Fifteen

  He dreamed:

  “Before what?” Luke asked, his mouth dry as a bone.

  “Before I kiss you,” Jason said, his voice gone low and dreamy again.

  “Kiss me where?” Luke asked, breathless, unconsciously parting his lips.

  “Oh,” Jason’s fingers were reaching out to take Luke by the wrist, lifting that hand to up to his mouth. “So many places.”

  Luke could feel the heat of Jason’s breath against the back of his hand as he lowered his mouth to it, the long drag of the ‘so’ as Jason stretches it out, until it sounds halfway between a prayer and a moan.

  When Jason’s lips touch the skin on the back of his hand, the kiss was so light Luke scarcely felt it, but Luke was so starved for Jason’s touch that even the feather-light suggestion of a caress sets Luke shivering with delight. It felt like the best kind of flirtation; it felt like a promise of what’s to come.

  Sure enough, before Luke had even fully absorbed the sensation of Jason’s warm lips against the skin of his knuckles, Jason was turning his hand over and pressing a kiss to the tips of his fingers.

  “These hands…” he murmurs, mouth drifting down to the center of Luke’s palm, his dark eyes looking up at Luke as he does so. “I could spend lifetimes just kissing them.”

  The feel of Jason’s eyes on him as he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin at the center of his palm was so intimate Luke gasps aloud, his body leaning instinctively against the railing at his back, searching for support as his knees begin to buckle.

  Jason smiles and lifts his mouth to kiss the skin of Luke’s inner wrist.

  “Jason—” Luke gasps as the heat from Jason’s lips seemed to sink directly into his veins. “I have one request, and then… then you could kiss me anywhere you like.”

  “Anywhere?” Jason asked, his teeth flashing white in the dark as he grins and then Luke’s knees actually do give out beneath him as a surge of pure desire drags him down like a wave.

  “I—yes,” Luke rasps, grasping at the railing behind him like a drowning man as Jason’s eyes travel up his waistcoat to the fabric at his throat.

  “Tell me,” Jason said, the note of urgency in his voice transforming those two simple words from a request into a demand.

  “Please, would you—” Luke swallows, licks his lips. The plaintive note in his voice was unmistakable. Oh god, how he had longed for this. He almost cannot got the words out, and he realizes as he draws breath to speak that he was shaking with desire. “Would you kiss me on the mouth?”

  Jason makes a sound that Luke cannot describe other than to say that it was the sound of a man who had but one desire in the world that he had been deprived of and had just been told he was allowed to have it.

  “Yes,” Jason breathed, stepping in close, his eyes soft in the darkness, full of glimmering lights and Luke thinks fleetingly that Jason’s eyes were like the sea around them full of starlight. “Yes, of course, I would kiss you on the mouth.”

  Luke drops his eyes to Jason’s lips, felt his breathing growing shallow as Jason leaned in closer to him still until his mouth was inches from Luke’s own.

  Jason was shorter than him but Luke was not standing at his full height; his weight still supported by the railing at his back. His entire body was trembling like a leaf in the wind and suddenly, he was worried that it would be too much, the feel of Jason against him would be so much sensation he would not be able to stand it.

  His senses still feel blown open by the music from earlier and every scent, every touch resonates through him at ten times its normal resonance.

  “Don’t worry,” Jason said, rubbing his thumb in a soothing circle around the inside of Luke’s palm. “If it was too much, you j
ust tell me to stop, all right?”

  Luke nods, draws in a ragged breath.

  Jason lifts a hand and places his fingers under Luke’s jaw, tipping his chin up.

  “You have the most beautiful mouth I’ve ever seen,” Jason said and his voice was heavy and slow, like liquid sunlight; full of beautiful, unspeakable things. Luke could feel the effect of it traveling from somewhere below his sternum deep into his belly.

  “And your hair, your hair,” Jason murmurs, bending closer to slid his other hand into the tumbled curls at the back of Luke’s neck, his voice reverent, lilting, more than a prayer; it was like a song. “I’ve lain awake thinking about it, wondering if it was as soft as it looked.”

  Luke gasps at the feel of Jason’s fingers sliding in against his scalp.

  “Oh,” he said, as Jason’s fingers begin to move in tiny circles, his eyelids sliding almost shut.

  Jason’s breath comes out in a sigh to match his own at the look on Luke’s face. “Oh, you beauty…”

  And then Luke’s eyes were fluttering open again as Jason tilts his face ever so gently with the press of his fingers and settles the curves of his lips against Luke’s.

  At the touch of Jason’s lips against his, Luke went absolutely still.

  His eyes were wide open, studying every detail of Jason’s face up-close, the golden blur of his eyelashes, the slope of his nose, his heart racing as the reality of the situation makes itself known.

  This was Jason with his mouth against mine.

  Jason’s lips were soft and dry; he smells like tobacco and salt and something else, a smell that was distinctly his own. Luke had smelled it before, but to have it now, so close against him was entirely different and wonderful and he whimpers then, at the nearness of Jason, and the gentleness of his mouth against Luke’s.

  Jason pulled back, his eyes flickering open, full of alarm. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, Jason,” he sighed, his voice softer than breath. “Please, kiss me again. Please.”

  “Oh, love,” Jason said, and there was such tenderness in his voice that Luke knew in that moment that his bones have turned to molten gold; that he would burn to a crisp on this ship’s deck beneath the stars. “I haven’t even really kissed you yet.”

  Luke draws in a breath to ask a question, but before he could ask it, Jason’s smiling mouth had found his own again and this time, Jason’s lips were sliding against his so softly, the fingers that were cupping Luke’s jaw moving back toward Luke’s ear and down the skin of Luke’s neck, and Luke gasps at the sensation that light touch awakens in him, and felt Jason’s smile grow against him. The changing shape of Jason’s mouth filled Luke with new information, sending little stars of pleasure skipping over Luke’s skin.

  He was surrounded by Jason on all sides—one of his hands in Luke’s hair, the other cradling the corner of his jaw, and this, Luke thinks, seared white-hot by the power of his feelings, this was what Jason’s lovely, laughing mouth felt like pressed against his own.

  Luke felt like he was filling up with music, like he was filling up with light, as though he was one moment away from dissolving into something more than flesh and bone, his soul bursting out of him in a shimmer of notes.

  The hand in his hair slipped down to the back of his neck and Luke makes a crying sound of pleasure.

  Jason pulled back slightly to look at him. “Was that all right?”

  “Yes, yes, more than all right,” Luke gasps, clutching in desperation at Jason’s sleeves to tug Jason back against him.

  “You could touch me more than that if you like,” Jason said, breathlessly, and Luke readjusts his grip, places a tentative hand on Jason’s upper arm.

  In response, Jason shifts his grip on Luke, moving his hands down to hold Luke by the waist. Luke felt the muscle in Jason’s arm flex with the movement and he shudders, hard, and closes his eyes.

  “Still all right?” Jason asked, and Luke heard something unsteady in his voice, a note of another emotion Jason was struggling to contain.

  Luke nods, with his eyes still shut.

  He cannot open them just yet; he had too busy cataloguing the feel of Jason’s arm under his hand. He had spent so long looking at Jason’s body as he worked, the flickers of muscle beneath his skin, but now Luke was feeling it and it was both harder and softer than he imagined, and suddenly, Luke found, he cannot catch his breath.

  “Do that again,” he breathed.

  “Do what?” Jason asked.

  “The muscle in your arm, it—”

  Luke felt the quiet exhalation of Jason’s laughter before he heard it. “You mean this?”

  Jason curls his forearm up towards his torso, flexing the muscle in his bicep, and Luke makes a soft little crying sound, opening his eyes to reach out for Jason’s other arm with his free hand.

  “How was that?” Jason said against his mouth, his voice teasing, full of mischief, and Luke clings to him with both hands, pulling Jason down against him and back to his mouth.

  “That was good,” Luke said, “You should do it again, but kiss me while you’re—”

  Jason didn’t wait for him to finish. He pressed his lips against Luke’s again, this time with more force, and Luke felt something flutter in his belly in response to the feel of Jason surging in against him, his movements still gentle but underscored with something less controlled.

  This time, Luke moves his mouth against Jason’s, just a slight drag of his lips, tipping the angle of his head, exploring the feeling of his lips sliding over Jason’s, and then something remarkable happened: Jason’s mouth is opening against his, and Luke was awash in new sensations. The inside of Jason’s mouth was warm and wet and he could feel Jason’s tongue—Jason’s tongue!—against the seam of his lips.

  Jason’s hands lift again from Luke’s waist to cup Luke’s jaw, the muscles in his arms bulging under Luke’s hands, and Luke thinks nothing could possibly be better than this when Jason whispers, in a rush of heat, “Open your mouth,” and Luke does, curious, and then Jason’s tongue was pushing in between his lips, and Luke gasps because he didn’t even know this was a thing you could do with another person and he could taste Jason, and it was heavenly, and Jason’s tongue was in his mouth.

  Luke holds his open mouth very still at first as Jason’s tongue moves around the circumference of his teeth, overwhelmed by how intimate this act was, how much of Jason he could feel and taste—how warm, how slick—how shuddery and soft it makes him feel, how tender and exposed, like Jason was reaching down inside his chest to cradle Luke’s heart, but then Jason’s tongue started to move against his own in a rhythm that sends heat funneling down Luke’s spine in a shower of sparks. The feeling of it was undulating, slow; it was the lewdest thing Luke had ever experienced and as Jason repeated the motion, Luke realizes that Jason was licking Luke’s tongue with his own and all thought leaves him.

  Luke could no longer think; he was nothing but feeling, and the whole of his world had shrunk down to the feel of Jason’s tongue moving over his, dragging sensations out of Luke that he did not even know he was capable of having. His body responds to Jason as though of its own accord. There was no deliberation, just reaction; just the hot, pulsing need to thrust his body forward into Jason’s, his hips seeking friction, his entire being alive with a singular desire, which was to have more of Jason against him now, ringing through Luke’s body as clear as the tone of a bell.

  All the blood had left his head and was beating hot and insistent between his legs. He had never felt like this before, in all the times he had thought of Jason when he was by himself. He pulled on Jason’s arms in an effort to bring Jason closer against him, a moan sounding low in his throat as Jason stumbles one step forward, and his thigh brushing against the front of Luke’s breeches.

  Jason breaks away, breathing hard, his hands dropping to grip Luke by the upper arms, holding him in place. “Woah, woah. Easy. Easy now.”

  Luke’s breathing was ragged, his own hands insistent on
Jason’s arms. “Jason,” he pleads, surging forward to kiss the corner of Jason’s mouth. His voice was shredded raw with longing. “Kiss me again.”

  “I think,” Jason said, licking his lips, and pressing his forehead in against Luke’s. “We’d better find someplace a bit more private if we want to continue… kissing.”

  “Yes,” Luke said, edging Jason closer against him by the grip on his arms until Jason’s thigh was nudging in between his own. “We could use my cabin. It was more private than anywhere else.”

  “Alright. But only if you’re cer—certain,” Jason said, and then his breath hitches as Luke finally drags Jason close enough to press in fully against the front of him. “Oh my god.” Jason’s eyes fall shut.

  Luke lifts his hips ever so slightly so Jason could feel the full length of him, where he was straining hard against the soft fabric of his breeches.

  “I couldn’t wait anymore,” Luke said, his voice breathless, deeper than he had ever heard it. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t, Jason. Please. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Luke could hear the shaking exhalation of Jason’s breath as he struggles for control. He reaches down to take hold of Luke’s hands. “Luke, I—”

  “I want everything. I want all of you.”

  Jason’s face was so close to his own Luke could see that the center of Jason’s ink-dark eyes have all but eclipsed the blue. “Only if you’re absolutely certain…”

  “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

  Jason laughs shakily, and squeezes Luke’s hands. “Good. That was… good.”

  Luke wonders suddenly if Jason might be as nervous as he was.

  He steps back in against Jason, reaching up with his arms to loop them around Jason’s neck. He pitches his voice low, as low as he could, and into it he pours every fragment of desire that had been burning through him since the very first time he laid eyes on Jason.