The Omegas

by Annie Nicholas

  She gripped his t-shirt when he plunged inside her. Pinned between his hard body and the fridge, with his fingers deep inside, she didn’t have much room to move.

  He pressed his thumb to her clit, making circular motions, steadily pumping his fingers inside of her. His tongue traced along her ear. “You’re very wet.”

  Grasping his shoulders, she groaned and tried to rock her hips to his rhythm. She’d forgotten how good a man’s touch could be. Pleasure throbbed and built. “Please, Daedalus...please.” The pressure released in an explosion of sinful delight, sending cascades of ecstasy through to her core.

  She writhed under his hand and bucked against the fridge, trapped while this passion rode her, sending thrills of bliss down her limbs. Her legs clenched him closer, her sex grinding on his fingers. The pleasure seemed to know no end.

  A sigh escaped her as the passion released her from its grip. She rested her head back against the cool fridge. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts. Her blouse stuck to her skin and her curls to her face. Satiated, she closed her eyes to rest. Daedalus had other ideas.

  Still thunder-struck, she didn’t understand when Daedalus whirled her to stand in front of the kitchen island, until he yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles.

  He didn’t pull off his own jeans but tugged them down enough to expose his long, thick cock. “It’s my turn.” His voice, rough with heat, brushed her ear as he spun her to face the island.

  His cock slid against her ass. The angle was all wrong, so he lifted her to lay face down across the counter, then grasped her hips.

  He ran his hard length along her ripe opening. It nudged her, proceeding achingly slow as he stroked himself into her. The agonizing stretch of her sex caused some discomfort, almost to the point of pain. He continued his gentle entry until he was sheathed deep inside of her.

  He stayed there, running his hands over her ass while spasms of tenderness and excitement surged through her, squeezing around him.

  “Sugar... You’re so tight.” Hands trembling, he pumped slow deliberate strokes, each one accompanied by a small groan.

  She struggled for breath, panting as his rhythm grew rougher.

  He pounded, pressed, and plunged deep inside of her. Hot and hard, faster and faster, stoking the fire growing in her core.

  The pleasure made her back arch, tightening her muscles around him, feeling every thick inch. His noises grew louder and wilder as he thrust himself in. And in. And in.

  The orgasm coursed through her, suddenly loosed by his merciless onslaught. She bucked once more to the ecstasy while he held on and rode her. Mindless in its power, she cried out, unable to stop.

  He joined her in duet and cried out, rejoicing in his conquest when he spilled himself into her yielding sex.

  • • • •

  They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Daedalus rolled onto his back, off Sugar, still panting from the astounding sex. He scooped her up to cuddle against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she’d always belonged there.

  The smell of lavender drifted from her silken, wavy blond hair as she murmured quiet, satisfied noises.

  He grinned and couldn’t help feeling smug. That response rocked him, he’d expected something meeker from her. The passion she unleashed on him! He loved being surprised. After such a long existence, not many things astonished him anymore. More than a sweet temptation, this small, gentle neighbor symbolized a tornado of spun sugar. Now that he’d tasted it, he hungered for more. He was addicted.

  To think he’d only been looking for a television tonight. He heaved up onto an elbow. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Looking up at him, her eyes widened. “More?”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course.” He pulled up his pants, then helped her stand. Her knees buckled when she got to her feet. His smug grin returned as he carried her to the bedroom.

  The thumps of feet entering the building caught his attention. He sighed in disappointment.

  The Omegas were back. He’d hoped to get through one more round before they returned. No football and now no more sex.

  Their progress should have pleased him. They’d cut their running time significantly. The rain helped, as he’d guessed.

  He laid Sugar down on the blankets, taking in her honest, open face. She wanted him, he could smell it. Too bad their time for tonight was up.

  He pushed a lock of hair from her face. “Your friends are back. They’ll be hungry. Do you still want them to come over?”

  Eyes wide she looked down at her half-naked body, panic clearly on her face.

  He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “They’ll be soaked from the storm and will have to dry off first. When they’re done, I’ll send them over.” He chuckled. “You have time to clean up, and they can have the rest of the night off.”

  “What about you? I want you to stay.”

  Those five words made him happier than they should have. He would have loved to jump in her warm bed and make love all night, but he’d put something off for far too long. She cared for the Omegas. If they were to survive he needed to get this done.

  “Another night. I have to go meet someone.” He kissed her, savoring her warmth, then left before the Omegas made their way up the three flights of stairs.

  While they ate, he planned on checking out the alpha of the Ayumu pack. Damn, he hated rain.

  Chapter 4

  Sugar struggled through the door with a bag of groceries, surprised to find the Omegas in her living room, flipping through her books. A flood of joy poured over her and proved how much she missed them. Without the Omegas, she felt alone.

  She took a breath to settle her startled nerves and closed the door. Once in the apartment, she noted there were only three of them: Tyler, Katrina and Robert. She stomped on the small spike of disappointment when she didn’t spot her vampire stud among them. They hadn’t hired him to entertain her, after all.

  Boxes of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen island. Every time she looked at the island a thrill ran through her. No one had ever taken her with such raw desire. Daedalus was a skilled and scrumptious beast.

  The time she’d spent with him had made her feel so alive and sexy. A small part of her wished it hadn’t happened, because now she thought of nothing else. Men like him didn’t want relationships, and she could accept that, but a break-the-box-springs, bring-the-ceiling-down affair would be a splendid change in her life.

  A week had passed—who was she kidding, ten days and thirteen hours—since their fun in the kitchen. His strong body and careful restraint made her feel secure. He could have easily broken her, instead he’d ignited her. Her poor, abused fridge sat tilted to the left, it would never be the same. Since their glorious evening, time sped and left them only passing kisses to tease her awakened libido. Her frustration mounted.

  “No training tonight?” Her voice sounded too high.

  Tyler grinned ear to ear and spun his chopsticks to point at their group. “No training for us anymore.”

  Katrina sat close to him, looking more at ease with herself than Sugar could remember. What a mismatched couple. Katrina’s somber, beautiful oriental features countered his crazy red curls and goofy antics.

  “What happened?” Sugar held up her hand. “Wait. Where are Eric and Sam?”

  Robert towered over her as he took the grocery bag and started putting things away. “Eric is the answer to your first question.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  Robert continued from behind the fridge door, “The night of the big storm, your boyfriend went and checked out the alpha of the Ayumu pack. I don’t think he was happy with what he saw. Since then he’s mainly been training Eric.”

  The reference to Daedalus as her boyfriend caused heat to rise in her face. She turned to Tyler. “You’ve been out training all week with them, though.”

  He twirled his chopsticks around his ear. “Something about keeping us as back-up in ca
se Eric wimps out, but I’m not worried, he’s doing great. Turning into a werewolf ninja. We’re off the hook now.”

  “And Sam?”

  Robert finished with the groceries and ran his hand through his short, scruffy, brown hair.

  “Back at our place moping. He wants to be the one to fight. Did you know your fridge is listing to the left?” He bent down to adjust a wheel under the fridge.

  Katrina fluidly rose from the floor and fixed Sugar a plate of take-out.

  “Why does Sam want to fight? Could he win?” Sugar accepted the plate Katrina offered.

  “Thank you.”

  Robert stood. “Mr. Pal Robi doesn’t think so, and he’s the expert.”

  Katrina touched Sugar’s arm. “Sam want protect Eric.” Her exotic, heavy accent played with her words. She lifted a box from behind the take-out. “Let play Scrabble.”

  Eric would fight for the Omegas. Sugar smiled to herself, imagining a ninja werewolf taking on all the wrongs of the world. He’d always wanted to be a superhero. She hoped it didn’t get him killed.

  The idea of Sam fuming by himself didn’t sit well with her. “Set up the board, I’ll get Sam.”

  She walked down the hall to their apartment and knocked on the door.

  This meant the others could get on with life. Robert and Eric worked out of their apartment on whatever computer project the company gave them, the others took time off, and Sam lost his job.

  No one answered the door, so she knocked again. “Sam, it’s Sugar. I know you’re in there, open up.”

  The door cracked open and Sam peeked out with his pale gray, red-rimmed eyes.

  “We’re going to play Scrabble. Tyler has the dictionary memorized, and I need you to help me beat him.” She smiled, but he stepped back.

  “I’m not in the mood.”

  “Sam, what’s wrong?” The sound of heavy footsteps echoed up the stair well. She could hear Daedalus chuckle at something Eric said.

  “Ask Mr. Pal Robi.” He closed the door in her face.

  Hands on hips, she swiveled on her lover and best friend as they arrived in the hall.

  “Oh, oh.” Eric turned around.

  “Stay where you are, ninja wolf. The three of us need to have words.”

  “Words?” Daedalus glanced at Eric behind him. “Is that a modern way to say ménage?”

  Sugar approached him and slapped his hard abs with the back of her hand. She thought it probably hurt her more than him.

  His eyes flared. “Hey.”

  “Words, means she’s pissed.” Eric peered over Daedalus’s shoulder.

  “If Sam still wants to train he should be allowed to.”

  “This is why you’re angry? They don’t all have to fight, just one. I need to be able to focus on Eric, and you need to mind your own business.”

  A flash of red blinded her for a moment. She ground her teeth and attempted to form a coherent response. “My business?”

  Daedalus stepped back as she came forward with her finger pointed in his face.

  “You demon loving, zombie breeder. They signed a contract and paid for training. Sam lost his job because they only wanted him to work nights. The others are happy to be off the hook, but Sam still wants in. You need to keep your end of the deal.” His dark blue eyes bored into hers, and she remembered who she was confronting—a very strong and deadly vampire. She swallowed, then retreated a step.

  “Eric, get your sparring partner.”

  He grinned while he brushed past Sugar and went to his apartment to get Sam. As soon as the door closed, Daedalus picked her up and pressed her to the wall. His mouth found hers in a savage kiss.

  She shoved at his shoulders, but she may as well have tried to push a mountain. One of his hands found her breast and pinched her nipple until it pebbled at the attention.

  Her struggles didn’t last long before she surrendered to him and rubbed her hands along his smooth scalp. All her anger evaporated, its heat turned to passion.

  He kissed along her jaw until his fangs rested on her jugular, firm enough to prick.

  Her heart raced, and her blood went cold with terror. Trapped in his arms, she fought to get away. A scream built in her throat, but before it came out he let her go.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

  She steadied herself with a hand on the wall. “You thought wrong. I never considered letting you feed off me. It surprised me.”

  “Next time I’ll ask first.”

  “Yes, please do.” She went up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek to take the sting out of her reaction. A door opened and closed behind her.

  Eric and Sam walked down the hall. Daedalus nodded at them and went down the stairs followed by Sam. No words were exchanged.

  Sugar rolled her eyes. Men.

  Eric stopped beside her before descending. “You okay, sugarbear? You’re pale.”

  “Yeah, fine.” He hadn’t called her that since high school.

  “Looks like Daedalus is helping you grow a backbone too.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “He’s good for you.” Then he left to catch up to the others.

  She returned to her apartment with new determination to beat Tyler at Scrabble.

  • • • •

  The next morning Sugar basked in the pale morning light among her cherished plants on the patio. She noticed Katrina peeking around the patio door. Sugar never locked her apartment since the Omegas moved in, one of the perks with having werewolves as neighbors.

  She patted the space next to her on the bench while she twirled a single red rose under her nose.

  Katrina sat by her and pointed to the flower. “Is it from Daedalus?”

  Sugar smiled and continued admiring the Chicago skyline. The sweet scent of the rose filled her senses. “Yes, I found it by my pillow when I woke up. It came with this poem.” She offered the handwritten note for Katrina to read.

  Her soft giggle, a rare precious thing, shook their shared bench. “Is nice.”

  Sugar took the note. She folded it carefully and placed in her robe pocket. “Who knew he could rhyme?” Their laughter sweetened the morning air. What a romantic gesture. A fire-breathing dragon sleeping in her bed wouldn’t have surprised her as much as Daedalus’s tender gift. She wished he’d woken her up, though.

  “Things serious between you?” Katrina’s question broke her reverie.

  “I would’ve said ‘no’ until I read the poem.” Sugar sighed, leaned her chin on her hand, and stared back at Chicago. It seemed he might want a relationship after all. The poem said he thought of her through the nights when they were apart and couldn’t wait to get back to her. Maybe she read too much in his words and he meant only the sex.

  She turned to Katrina. “How can I be in a relationship with someone who can’t grow old with me?”

  Katrina blinked, then chuckled. “You asking wrong person. Tyler is the romantic.”

  “Speaking of twisted relationships, you snuggled up close to him last night while playing Scrabble. Are you his mate?”

  Katrina lowered her gaze.

  Sugar could almost see her friend physically shrinking back inside herself. She reached out to touch her knee. “You’re my friend, Katrina. Whatever happened in the past is over. Don’t build walls between yourself and those who care about you. Build them between yourself and the past.”

  Katrina let out a shaky breath. “I know. I lucky to have such good friends. It take time. Tyler will wait, he say.” She looked back at Sugar with a fragile smile. “You take some of you own advice.”

  “What?”

  “You need build wall to you past. Daedalus strong vampire, gentle heart.” She tapped her chest with this proclamation.

  “Gentle heart?”

  “See?” She craned her neck around, then showed her wrists. “No bite me, never touch me or feed. He no ask me but somehow know my pain. Gentle heart. Is good man.”

  Sugar caressed the folded piece of paper in her
pocket with new insight. A tough exterior and a soft heart. It didn’t change the fact she was human and he a vampire.

  Katrina touched her knee. “Daedalus good for you. I see change in you.”

  “What change?”

  “You walk different.”

  “Well...he’s kind of big, and I did get sore…”

  “Eww! Not that!” Katrina giggled while slapping playfully at Sugar. “You walk more free.”

  Sugar lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head. She loved Katrina with all her heart, sometimes the language barrier made things difficult though.

  Katrina sighed with frustration and got up. “I…” She pointed at herself. “Am you.” She pointed at Sugar, then started walking around the patio, swinging her hips as she took great strides with her short legs.

  Sugar’s mouth dropped open. “I do not walk like Betty Boop.” She laughed at Katrina.

  Tyler’s sense of humor had rubbed off on her. Sugar would do anything to have things work out for them.

  Laughing, Katrina came to sit by her again. They watched as the clouds floated by the city and the planes made trails marring the sky.

  “I noticed a full moon two nights ago. Where did you and the boys go for the change?”

  Katrina bounced on the bench. “Daedalus take us out to woods. No tame city park but far into the wild places.” She said ‘wild’ with awe and wonder. “You know Nosferatu clan and werewolf share the hunt in old times?”

  “No. What clan?”

  “Daedalus’s clan, Nosferatu. He is upset we know nothing of it. He angry the packs lose the way with old law. He teach us.”

  The pride in Katrina’s voice surprised Sugar. She’d never heard it before. Daedalus must have inspired it. Her vampire warrior with the soft heart.

  Chapter 5

  The window stuck as he tried to slide it open. Silence was of the essence on his mission, so he couldn’t force it with his strength. Footsteps echoed in the alley below, so he became one with the brick building as he hung upside down, held by fingertips and toes.

  A human male strolled by while whistling Dixie under his breath. The man rummaged through the trash cans as if shopping at the market.