The Omega Hybrid

by J. L. Wilder

  And behind them, on a highbacked throne-like chair, a bottle of whiskey in his hands and a girl at each side, was Thorne himself.

  He was dressed in dark jeans and a white Henley shirt, his arms and neck and hands covered in tattoos. His long blonde hair hung limply down to his shoulders, a sneer on his face. And Cutter could tell at just a glance he was drunk as shit.

  "Yo, Thorne!" shouted one of the men, his voice carrying over the music. "Look who we fucking found!"

  Thorne's beady eyes flicked down to the source of the noise and went wide once they settled on Cutter.

  Here we go, thought Cutter. No going back now.

  Thorne shot up out of his seat and ran onto the front part of the stage. Once there, he squatted down at the edge, staring hard at Cutter as if to make sure he wasn't having some kind of drunken hallucination.

  "Holy fucking shit!" he shouted.

  He reached forward and grabbed onto Cutter's shoulder, confirming he was real. Once he did, he stood up and turned to the band.

  "Stop the music!" he shouted. "Stop the fucking music!"

  The tunes slowed and stopped, the crowd talking among themselves and trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.

  "Get your ass on up here!" he said. "Now!"

  One of the men shoved Cutter from behind as he climbed the stage and got on. He heard chatting from the crowd as all of them began to realize who he was and what was happening.

  "Let me get a look at you," said Thorne, shaking his head. "Holy shit—it is you!"

  He turned to the crowd.

  "Everyone!" he said. "We got a special fucking guest tonight. It's fucking Cutter!"

  The dozens and dozens of men and women in attendance said nothing, instead staring at him with wide eyes. Then cheers broke out.

  "The prodigal alpha has returned!" said Thorne.

  Then Thorne leaned in and spoke into Cutter's ear.

  "And I'm gonna make you wish you never showed up."

  Cutter said nothing, his eyes fixed ahead.

  "That means this party just got a hell of a lot more interesting!" shouted Thorne.

  More cheers. Thorne gave the signal to the band to start back up before nodding to Cutter and Echo to follow him backstage to his small throne room. The men who'd brought Cutter and Echo into the camp came too and posted up like guards.

  Thorne dropped into his seat, one leg draped over one of the arms. The girls sat like statues, one of them only moving to hand Thorne his bottle of whiskey.

  "Holy shit," he said. "Shaking his head. Holy fucking shit."

  "Wish I could say it was good to see you, Thorne," said Cutter. "But after taking a look at what you've done with the place..."

  Thorne let out a snort before sticking bottle out towards one of the girls. She removed the cap and Thorne took a long swig of his booze.

  "Fuck off," he said once he'd swallowed. "I took this clan fair and square, and I can run it as I see fit."

  "Yeah," said Cutter. "Run it right into the fucking ground."

  Thorne sat up and leaned forward.

  "You know, you've got some fucking nerve—making the decision to leave, then coming back and acting like you own the place."

  "I made a mistake," said Cutter. "And now I'm here to make it right."

  "Now you decide to be a fucking good boy," said Thorne with another sneer.

  Then he turned his attention to Echo.

  "And who's the girl?" he asked. "Your bodyguard?"

  Cutter opened his mouth to speak, but Echo beat him to it.

  "My name is Echo," she said. "And I'm here with Cutter."

  His eyes moved over Echo's body, and Cutter used every bit of restraint he had to not fly across the room and strangle Thorne.

  "Wait a minute," said Thorne, his eyes widened. "Echo? Echo fucking Wilson? Of the Hearteaters?"

  "Yes," she said. "That's me."

  The girl was fearless—Cutter gave her that much.

  "Ho-ly shit," he said, clasping his hands together. "Do you know what the fuck Stone is doing to try to get you back? What he's offering? Money, women—you name it."

  "Get it out of your head now," said Echo. "Because I'm never going back to him."

  "Big words from a little woman," he said. "But man...I could use you to solidify an alliance with the Hearteaters. The two of us could rule this fucking region, put every damn tribe under our boots."

  "Don't get any big ideas," said Cutter. "Because you know damn well why I'm here."

  Thorne's eyes narrowed.

  "I do," he said. "You're here to have the alpha fight that you ran away from. You're here to take this tribe from me."

  "You're damn right about that," said Cutter. "And the sooner, the better."

  Thorne shook his head.

  "I should just kill you right here and right now," he said. "Take that little piece of ass and have some fun with her before giving her back over to Stone. Might have to cut her tongue out so she doesn't start talking, though."

  He laughed.

  "I mean, there's only one part of her that he wants intact, if you get what I'm saying."

  Cutter grit his teeth.

  "But tradition's tradition," he said. "And if you want a fight, you'll get it."

  He took another swig of the whiskey.

  "Tomorrow morning at dawn. You can sleep in the cabin outside of the main spread. You and your girl."

  "How do I know you won't pull any shit?" Cutter asked.

  "Because I'm a sucker for tradition," he said. "And as much as I'd like to gut here and now, I want my rule to be as legitimate as it gets. Now, go."

  The men who'd brought Cutter and Echo there formed up at their sides and led them out. They made their way through the crowd, and as they did Cutter spotted a familiar face—Marx. He nodded to Cutter before disappearing back into the masses.

  They made their way away from the main part of the HQ, eventually arriving at a small cabin.

  "Might want to get your rest," said one of the men as he unlocked the door. "You'll need it."

  "Yeah," said another to Echo. "And you too."

  They laughed as they turned and left, their voices carrying through the cool evening air.

  CHAPTER 24

  ECHO

  "Fucking prick. Fucking worthless prick."

  Cutter strode through the interior of the cabin, his boots booming on the wooden floor.

  "I should've just strangled him right then and there."

  "But you didn't," said Echo. "Because it wouldn't have been the right thing to do."

  "But it would've gotten the job done," said Cutter.

  Cutter dropped down onto the nearby couch and shook his head. Echo joined him. Her eyes drifted towards the window at the sun setting through the trees. The hike to the clan's territory had taken most of the day, and now it was nearly dark.

  Tension gripped Echo's belly as she realized that the fight would be soon.

  "And look at this place," he said, gesturing to the clan grounds they'd left. "Thorne's driven this clan into the dirt. What used to be a proud clan is now nothing more than a way for him to get drunk and laid as much as he wants."

  "He said he wants to have an alliance with Stone," said Echo.

  Cutter nodded.

  "Can't let that happen. The Saw Tooth clan is in some pretty sorry shape, but we're still a powerful tribe of bears. We could turn the fight one way or another. And if they were on Stone's side..."

  He shook his head, apparently not even wanting to think about it.

  "Are you okay?" asked Echo, placing her hand on his shoulder.

  "I'm fine," he said.

  He formed his mouth into a hard, flat line for a moment before shaking his head.

  "No, I'm not fine," he said. "I'm fucking furious. Furious at Thorne, but mostly furious at myself for letting this happen. I ran away from what I knew was right, and now other shifters are paying the price."

  Despite Cutter's anger, Echo felt good at being able to be
there for him.

  "But you're doing what needs to be done," she said.

  "I suppose you're right," he said.

  He raised his eyes and met Echo's.

  "Listen," he said. "I just want to thank you for being here. You didn't need to come. You didn't need to be here while I sorted through the bullshit of my past."

  "We've all got our own bullshit," said Echo with a smile. "Some of ours is just more recent than others."

  A small smile formed on his lips.

  "I don't know what it is about you," he said.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Me and Jack and Mace," he said. "We had our little thing going. Three guys living away from our tribes, trying to carve out lives away from what we'd left behind. And it worked for a while. But then you showed up."

  "Showed up and screwed it all up."

  "No," he said, shaking his head. "You didn't. What we were doing out there couldn't last, and we were stupid to think it might. We needed to rejoin the world, and you were just what we needed to make that happen."

  "So...me barging into your lives was for the better?"

  "Like you wouldn't believe. You've forced us to rejoin the world, like I've said. And all this-"

  He gestured to the world outside the cabin.

  "-I would've just kept ignoring. But now I can't any longer. I'm right where I need to be, and I'm going to do what needs to get done."

  Then he took in a deep breath and turned his eyes back to Echo.

  "And I have you to thank for it," he said.

  Echo smiled, totally at a loss for words.

  "Being with you, even in these circumstances...it's getting me thinking."

  "About what?" she asked.

  "About how I already can't imagine what life would be like without you."

  "I...feel the same way," she said. "Finding you three was so strange, so unexpected. But it felt-"

  "-Right," said Cutter. "Like it was meant to be."

  "Exactly," she said.

  "And I'm thinking about something else that's meant to be," he said. "Something I haven't been able to get out of my mind since the moment I laid eyes on you."

  Echo felt her heart rate quicken and her blood turn hot.

  "What's that?" she asked.

  "What it'd be like to kiss you."

  Echo bit her lip slowly, her eyes locked onto Cutter's.

  "I suppose...there's only one way for you to find out."

  Cutter didn't need to hear another word. He moved his body over to hers, placed his hand on her face, and brought her into a long, slow, lingering kiss.

  Just like with Mace, just like with Jack, Echo's body felt like it had burst into flames the moment his mouth touched hers. It was a perfect kiss—delicious and passionate—his free hand moving along her curves, hers moving over the hard lines of his solid torso.

  She'd been craving him for a long while, but now that his lips were on hers, she could hardly think straight. Echo wanted his body, his cock, his everything.

  "Come on," he said. "Upstairs."

  Echo nodded as Cutter stood up and took her hand. She followed him closely behind as the two of them made their way up the narrow wooden stairs of the cabin. Echo was surprised—the place was small and cozy and cute, far from the awful accommodations that she'd expected Thorne to place them in.

  The moment they stepped over the threshold of the bedroom the two of them pounced on each other. They kissed more and more, taking off clothing as they made their way over to the mattress.

  "I...I feel like a mess," said Echo once she was down to nothing but her bra and panties. "From the walk."

  "Same here," said Cutter, flashing her a wicked grin. "But at least we'll be messy together."

  Echo smiled, eager to see what he had in mind.

  She worked quickly on his clothes, getting Cutter out of his jeans and his shirt and his boots. His body was just as gorgeous and sculpted as she would've guessed, his muscles taut and toned and totally without fat. She drank in the sight of his glorious, tattooed form, wanting nothing more than to have the big prick she knew he was packing right between her willing pussy.

  "Hold on," she said, putting her hands on his hips. "Sit down."

  Cutter gave her a curious look before doing as she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He was in nothing but a dark blue pair of boxer-briefs, his cock straining against them. Echo, still standing, leaned in and kissed him, her lips moving down, down, over his jaw, down his neck, over his warm, solid pecs, and along his trim abs.

  Finally, she was on her knees, his prick just a few inches from her face. Echo grabbed onto his waistband, hooking her fingers underneath it and peeling them down. His prick shot up to greet her as she removed his underwear, his member long and thick and dripping.

  She didn't want to waste another second. Echo grabbed ahold of his prick and began stroking, Cutter's chest rising and falling with each full breath. Then she leaned in, opened her mouth, and took his head into her.

  He was salty and warm and delicious, just what she'd been craving. Cutter groaned as she wrapped her lips around him, his hand moving her hair out of the way so he could get a better view of the sight of her mouth full of his prick.

  Echo lashed his head with kisses and sucks and licks before moving further along his length, taking all of him into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn't believe how much of him she was able to fit—like she was practiced pro instead of a total newbie to the oral game.

  She sucked him long and deep, a salty splash of flavor from the end of his cock signifying that he was about ready to pop. But Cutter wasn't ready for that—he pulled Echo to her feet, his prick dropping out of her mouth as she rose.

  "Turn around," he said, his voice low and commanding.

  He had a gravitas to him, one that made Echo want to please him as much as she could.

  "Yes, sir," she said with a smile.

  Echo turned around and climbed onto the bed, her round ass pointing right at him. She was still wearing her bra and panties, and Cutter was quick to get rid of these. Then, with her breasts hanging down, her ass pressed against Cutter's hips, he rubbed his prick against her clit before sliding it into her, inch by inch.

  Echo let out a long, pleasured sigh as he penetrated her. His hands rested on her hips, holding her in place as he impaled her on the end of his gorgeous, long prick. When he was fully sheathed inside of her, Cutter held fast for a moment before pulling his hips back and entering her again, this time hard enough to sound the crack of flesh-on-flesh through the air.

  He entered her again, then again, faster and faster until he was pumping in and out of her at a steady pace.

  "That prick feel good?" he asked, one hand reaching up and taking hold of her right breast, swaying back and forth with each thrust.

  "So fucking good," she moaned, her eyes closed with total pleasure. "Don't stop...please don't stop."

  He didn't. In fact, he picked up the pace of his fucking, slamming into her so hard and fast that Echo could barely think straight. She gripped hard onto the covers in front of her, her ass stinging in the best way possible from the repeated collision of his hips into hers.

  It wasn't long before Echo felt an orgasm begin to take hold inside of her. She glanced back at Cutter as he fucked her, watching his muscles tighten and work with each thrust. His body was so perfect, so powerful and manly. And the way he gripped the soft curves of her hips, making sure stayed right where he wanted her...

  He only had to fuck her for a little while longer before the orgasm tore through her body like a white-hot blade of pleasure. She let out a shriek, her arms collapsing underneath her and her face falling into the sheets.

  Her pussy gripped hard onto Cutter's prick, tightly enough that she could feel the release of his cock as he came, his prick shooting hot cum deep inside of her.

  Cutter's pace slowed as the orgasm made its way through Echo's body, making her toes curl and her eyes go wide with disbelief at how fucki
ng good it all felt.

  Then it passed. Echo let her body drop onto the sheets, Cutter falling on the bed next to her. They lay there for a time, catching their breaths before Cutter reached over and brought her into his grasp. She placed her head on his chest, listening to his heart thump.

  "That was...something else," he said.

  "Yeah," she said, a smile on her face as she looked up. "A really nice something else."

  Cutter glanced towards the bathroom.

  "What do you say to a soak before we get to bed. Might as well relax before all hell breaks loose."

  "Sounds perfect."

  Cutter heaved up off the bed, leaning in and giving her one more kiss before heading to the bathroom to start the tub.

  It hit Echo like a sledgehammer to the head.

  Holy shit, shit though. I've fucked all three of them!

  CHAPTER 24

  ECHO

  Echo awoke in the middle of the night, fear gripping her.

  There was someone in the house—she could feel it.

  "Cutter!" she shouted. "Get up!"

  "I'm already up," said. "That shifter scent...I could smell it in my sleep."

  Echo lay there, not sure what to do.

  Then she heard the sound of footfalls on the stairs. Whoever had broken in was coming for them.

  "One of Thorne's men?" she asked.

  "That's what I'm thinking," he said, slowly getting up. "But I'm going to make sure he regrets not being quieter."

  She watched as he slid off the bed, totally naked. Despite the fear she felt, Echo couldn't help but watch his muscles work as he moved. He was like a perfectly-crafted machine, each muscle sublime, his thick cock dangling between his thighs.

  The footfalls drew closer and closer, and Echo prepared for a fight. After all, there wasn't a chance she was going to let Cutter do all the work on his own.

  "Fucking hell," he said. "Here we go..."

  He grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open.

  "What the fuck!"

  "Holy shit!" spoke a familiar voice. "You're...naked as fuck."

  "What the fuck are you doing here?"

  Cutter's voice sounded shocked, but not scared. Echo decided that she didn't need to hear another word. She jumped out of bed and ran over to the door, but not before grabbing a nearby robe and wrapping it around her body.