Off Limits Omega: Wolves of Mist Peak - Book 1

by Grey, Aspen

  While I understood why he had done it, I couldn’t understand how he could have. I never could have betrayed a member of my pack in that way, no matter what the reasoning. But Eric had done it, and to make things even worse, he hadn’t shown his face since we’d returned from the Kurrens. The mark of a coward, if you ask me.

  “I said there’s no need for stitches!” Clarice repeated. I realized I hadn’t responded and looked over at her.

  “Yeah, that’s good.”

  “Something on your mind, tough guy?” she asked with that tone of women’s intuition. “Something about a certain someone?”

  “You know what Eric did?” I asked her. She shrugged.

  “I can guess.”

  “He sold Blue out to the Kurrens,” I said. “Let Larcon take him back to be part of his harem. Said it was the only way to keep the peace.”

  “Makes sense…” She was goading me, trying to get me to say my true feelings. Clarice wanted me to be pack leader, that much was clear.

  “Yeah, logically,” I growled. “But since when does the world run on nothing but logic? If Eric had any idea how Blue and I felt about each other—if I’d done anything to harm his fated-mate or put him in danger…”

  “He would have felt a lot differently,” Clarice agreed as she finished my bandage. “Maybe it’s time for a change in leadership?”

  I stood up and exited the room without an answer. I wasn’t sure why Clarice’s suggestion irked me so much, but it did. Being the leader of the pack carried with it some incredible weight and responsibility, and after losing my parents to the war, I felt like the job was meant for someone else.

  I’d never been comfortable being the one in charge and having everyone look to me for answers when things needed to be done. I didn’t want to make the wrong decision and fail anyone. When dealing with the Kurrens, the consequences were simply too dire. What if I made the wrong call and got someone killed? What then?

  This is a question for another time.

  I made my way down the hall to my bedroom, sniffing the air that was dripping with Blue’s sweet peach scent. It was on fire with his heat, practically tugging my body forward through the door. He lay on the bed, a pair of my sweatpants barely covering his hip bones.

  “How was he?”

  “It went well,” he said as I walked towards him.

  “He wasn’t mad?”

  “Surprisingly, no. He understood more than I thought,” Blue replied.

  “Shut up,” I told him as I bent down and brought my lips within a millimeter of his. “I don’t want to talk about your dad right now.”

  I kissed him, Blue, my fated-mate, overcome by my undeniable desire to breed. His lips felt fuller, more firm but soft at the same time. Maybe a side effect of his heat. I wouldn’t know—I’d never been with an omega who was in heat before. Why would I? I’d never had the desire to breed before.

  The way he tasted like peaches was incredible. To taste him set me on fire. He lay back on the bed, and I snatched his arms and pinned them behind his head. I gripped his wrists with one hand and held them together, then used the other hand to pull his pants down to his knees. I felt his hard cock spring up and press against my stomach.

  I was already completely hard beneath the pair of sweats I’d thrown on before seeing Clarice. They were loose enough that as I put my knee up onto the bed, they slid down to my knees and let my dick free.

  My cock had never felt so hard and purposeful to me in my life. I wasn’t here to just fuck; I was here to breed.

  My desire was so heightened that I could barely restrain myself. I wrapped a hand around Blue’s body and grabbed his ass and squeezed—hard—fully aware that I was hurting him, but I just couldn’t help myself.

  Blue squealed and bit my lower lip. I pulled back and snatched his face with both hands and forced him to look at me. He froze, almost like he was afraid, and I licked a tiny drop of blood from my lip, then pressed my tongue into his mouth.

  “Mmmm,” he groaned as he closed his eyes and kissed me back. He sucked my tongue, reminding me of how he sucked my dick, and I was so overcome by the need to be inside of him, that I leapt up and over him and presented my cock to him.

  “Suck it,” I told him.

  He opened his mouth, grabbed my cock and hungrily pulled it into his mouth. Pleasure rang through my body like a bell, and I tilted my head back and shuddered and groaned, feeling like I was howling at the moon.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck!” I growled, pushing my hips forward and forcing myself deeper into his mouth. Blue didn’t gag or pull back either. He took it. In fact, he pulled me even deeper, doing his best to deep-throat me. I looked down and saw that I had about two more inches to go, but he was doing incredibly well. “Wow, look at you. That’s so good.”

  He looked up at me with a vulnerable look in his eyes, as if his only reason for being in that moment was to please me. I was the center of his world and he was mine.

  I reached down and began stroking his cock, which was already dripping with precum. I squeezed it and forced more out of it until it completely coated his shaft and my palm. I began to stroke him as he blew me, admiring the way his toned little body moved and flexed as he sucked me. It was a beautiful view and it was only for me.

  “Oh, shit, baby,” Blue groaned, briefly removing my dick from his mouth. “I—I’m gonna come already!”

  “Do it.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, I want to see it,” I told him. And I did. And he’d be able to come again when I was inside of him and knotted. There was no doubt in my mind.

  “A little faster, baby,” Blue told me.

  “Your wish is my command,” I joked. But Blue didn’t smile—he was too close to coming. He growled, threw his arms to the side and grabbed the bed sheets, tilted his hips up towards the ceiling and exploded.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Blue

  The stars sang for me as I came, the first orgasm of my night with Alexander, but definitely not the last. I groaned loudly and then looked down at my dick as my mate worked it with his slick palm. A brilliant white rope shot out and landed on my belly.

  “Yessss,” Alexander cooed. “Come for me, baby.”

  “I’m—I’m coming!”

  Another rope shot out. Then another. Then I began to drip as Alexander’s stroke slowed. He squeezed as I began to come down, milking the rest of my sweet juices out of me and onto my belly. Then he did something I never could have expected. He leaned down and began to lick me clean.

  “Oh, fuck!” I shuddered as his tongue moved across my skin. It tickled, but it also felt incredible. I heard a faint slurping sound as he took all of my cum into his mouth. Then, he moved up to my lips and paused.

  Is he going to…?

  He kissed me.

  At first it was just our lips. But then he opened his mouth, allowing my cum to drip into mine.

  Oh, wow!

  I tasted myself for the first time. I know a lot of guys have tried tasting their own cum before, but I never had. And now, doing it like this with Alexander, tasting the peach flavor of my own nectar, being given it by my mate, turned me on like a thousand-watt light bulb.

  I moaned, groaned and growled all at the same time and pulled Alexander’s face tighter against mine, swallowing everything he gave me. I felt completely filthy in the best way possible. It wasn’t the kind of thing I would ever tell anyone—I doubted anyone who wasn’t there in the moment could understand—but it was something incredible to both of us. After a moment, Alexander pulled back and looked at me.

  “Taste that?” he asked. “Well, now I’m going to give you mine.”

  “Yes, please,” I nodded vigorously.

  Before I knew it, I was on my stomach with both of Alexander’s hands on my hips just above my ass.

  “I fucking love your back dimples,” he told me as he let his cock rest between my cheeks. “So cute.”

  “Yeah?”

  “And your ass,” he adde
d, spanking it hard.

  “Yeah?” I asked, goading him on, losing my mind in his compliments. He spread my cheeks and opened me up.

  “And your tight little hole.”

  “Yes! Put it in me, baby!”

  Alexander didn’t hesitate. I was already totally lubed up with slick and he was dripping with precum—I could actually feel it spilling out of him and onto my hole, fueling my anticipation and desire. I pressed back against him and opened as he slid into me. I gasped with pleasure and shock at just how big he was.

  Will I ever get used to it?

  I hoped not.

  He snarled and slid all the way into me without waiting, leaned down and closed his lips around my earlobe. My entire body shivered.

  “I can feel you tightening around me,” he whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  “Feels fucking amazing.”

  And then, Alexander started fucking me.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” My voice was forced out of my lips with each one of his strokes. He was fucking me so hard he apparently wanted to drive me through the bed, or break it completely.

  What a naughty teenage fantasy, I thought, knowing that my father was in the house, somewhere downstairs, while an older man drilled me from behind. It felt incredible. Everything I ever wanted—that I never even knew I wanted—was coming true.

  Each stroke he gave me reinforced our bond, the imprint we both shared upon each other. Each drop of sweat from his body made me feel owned by him. Each time he growled or groaned, I felt a surge of pride race through me as though, like the Grinch, my heart had grown ten sizes.

  This couldn’t possibly get better, I thought. But I was wrong. When Alexander knotted, I lost my mind.

  I had to scream as he thickened, sealing his cock inside me like an oversized peg stuffed into an undersized hole. So I buried my face in the sheets and cried out like I’d never cried out before. My hands clenched the sheets so tightly I thought they were going to cramp and fall off. But there was no other way to express just how good it felt.

  “Good” didn’t even begin to describe it. I’d never experienced those incredible, mind-altering orgasms women talked about where you completely lost your mind and were taken into another dimension, then lay quivering on the mattress for half an hour while you tried to formulate a sentence and figure out what the fuck just happened to you—but I was pretty sure this was close.

  “Thishh…shoo….guuud…..muh….guddd….” My sentence came out as pure gibberish as my eyes rolled back in my head and I surrendered myself to Alexander’s pure alpha energy.

  Big dick energy!

  My mind went blank as the sensations inside of me took over. Every one of my limbs was tingling and my legs were quivering, almost shaking uncontrollably. I was barely breathing, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps that came between his thrusts, which had shifted from long and hard to faster but somehow deeper.

  He’s going to fill you with his seed! You are fertile!

  I was going to get pregnant. My body was ready for his. No safe sex needed or wanted! Every drop of that alpha, baby-making seed was going inside of me and we were making a baby, a little wolf cub that was going to grow up and be strong and be loved by the both of us.

  “Giivvee…ittt…tooo…meeee…,” I moaned, still slurring my words like an old drunk. I could feel Alexander’s knot flex and his balls were tight as they slapped against mine. Every single one of his thrusts was massaging my spot, and my dick was still hard beneath me. I was wet with spit and more precum, and the friction against the bed and the feeling of his enormous cock inside of my ass had me rapidly approaching a second orgasm.

  “Giiive me your cum,” I managed to say with a bit more clarity this time.

  Alexander’s reply was a hefty slap on the ass. I cried out and felt his knot twitch and explode inside of me. Cum fountained out with such volume and intensity that I barely believed I could take it all.

  I’m going to overflow!

  Alexander buried everything he had inside of me, wrapped his arms around my chest and squeezed. I wasn’t going anywhere. He cried out as he came, his breath hot in my ear and his scent wrapping around me like pure bliss. My nostrils were open, my ass was full and my body was on fire.

  I came with him and felt my hot cum shoot out beneath me and onto the bed. I screamed into the bed again as Alexander’s rock-hard biceps held me in place like iron ropes from which I could never escape—not that I’d ever want to.

  His load was hot and strong inside me. His body was tense like he was working out and I was small in his embrace. I felt like a golden wave containing the energy of the universe was sweeping over me in ribbons of beauty.

  He’s breeding me, I thought as I felt his body begin to relax on top of me. His heartbeat was pounding like a blacksmith’s hammer. I was lost. Speech was impossible. All I could do was lie there and quiver, my ass full of his cum and my mind filled with visions of our future together.

  “I love you, Blue,” Alexander whispered in my ear. “I love you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Alexander

  I splashed some water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. Despite still dripping with sweat and panting like I’d run a 5k, I was absolutely glowing. I’d bred Blue and fulfilled our destiny by putting a cub in his belly. In a matter of days, he’d know if he was pregnant and we would be well on our way towards our beautiful future together. I turned around and looked back into the bedroom where he lay on the bed, completely passed out after the fucking I’d given him.

  And full of my cum…

  I dried my face and slipped into a dark blue Armani bathrobe and headed downstairs for a drink. The house was quiet—most of the pack had probably gone to bed—but Jasper was sitting on the couch watching one of his trashy reality TV shows that he loved so much.

  “Still frying your brain with that garbage?” I asked as I came down the steps.

  “You know it!” he chuckled. I made my way into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. “What have you been up to?” Jasper called after me.

  I came back into the living room with a broad smile on my face. There was no hiding what Blue and I had just been up to, and no reason to either. With a nose like Jasper’s, there was no way he didn’t smell the post-sex smell on me.

  “A bit of breeding?” he asked slyly as one of the trashy women on his show smashed a wine glass on the floor and screamed something about her friend fucking her husband.

  “Can’t slip anything by you,” I winked as I sat down on the couch opposite his.

  “What’s it like?” he asked. “Knowing you’ve found the one?”

  “It’s amazing, Jasper,” I told him. “I’m not going to lie to you. I really hope it happens for you some day.”

  “Yeah, well, with the shifter community around here—unless another random omega moves in from out of the blue…so to speak…I’m going to be alone forever.”

  “Hey, don’t say that,” I chuckled.

  “At least I’ve got my trashy TV!”

  I sighed and stretched. My dick was still tingling with post-orgasm wonderfulness, but I wasn’t thinking about Blue’s beautiful ass or his cute little back dimples. I was thinking about our future, which brought one particular thing to mind.

  “Hey, Jasper. Can I ask you something?”

  “Uh, oh,” he replied. “You don’t want me to join you two for a threesome, do you?”

  “NO!” I laughed. “What do you think this is? One of those crazy ménage romance novels or something?”

  “Okay, good. Just checking.”

  “No, what I wanted to ask you was a bit more serious,” I replied. “Are you—are you happy with the way Eric has been leading the pack?”

  Jasper’s expression shifted. He grabbed the remote and muted the TV and turned to face me.

  “What are you thinking here, Alex?”

  “Well…Clarice has been making hints to me lately. I think she’s implying that I
should be the leader of the pack and not Eric.”

  Jasper nodded. “I like Eric, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t think he has any principles. He holds to the peace like it’s something decreed by God. And that thing he did with Blue…”

  “Did you know he was going to do that?”

  “What? No!” Jasper exclaimed. “Of course not! He sent us all to the store, which I thought was a little odd, and when we got back…”

  “Yeah,” I muttered as I remembered the moment when I returned home to realize I’d been betrayed. “Yeah, I could have killed him.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t.”

  “It wouldn’t have been right,” I replied. “He did what he thought was right, even if it was completely wrong.”

  “So—what do you think you’re going to do?” Jasper asked. “Challenge him for pack leader?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, more to myself than him.

  “Well,” Jasper said, his voice suddenly tense. “Someone’s gonna have to do something soon.”

  I looked up at him and saw him nod towards the door. I spun around and saw Larcon standing outside, that elephant Tony at his side.

  I rocketed to my feet, ready to shift, but I could see by Larcon’s posture that he wasn’t here for that. This was a diplomatic visit—as much as Larcon was capable of that.

  “Should I wake the pack?” Jasper asked.

  “No,” I said. “He’s not here for that. Just watch my back in case that changes.”

  I walked to the door and opened it, curling my nose up at stench of the two assholes.

  “What do you want, Larcon?”

  “I think you know,” he replied.

  He wants his harem back. His omegas.

  “They’re not yours, Larcon,” I told him. “You can’t have them.”

  “Bullshit I can’t!” he hissed, stepping forward and getting right up in my face.

  “Back off,” I told him.

  “Or what?”

  “Or Jasper and I here will tear you and fat-ass into little pieces.” I turned my attention to Tony, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. “I already spared you once. You want to test my resolve again?”