“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his hands everywhere that it felt like he had hidden appendages. “You’re going to feel so good around my cock.”
A whimper escaped my lips and I pressed my ass up into his touch, loving his stroking. As a cat, I enjoyed a good petting. He parted my ass, the air cool against my crack and I prayed he found me acceptable. I’d always been self-conscious. I hissed as he ran circles around my asshole, the sensation going right to my cock. His finger was suddenly replaced with his tongue and I saw stars as he licked and kissed my entrance. I balled my fists in the blankets as he assaulted me with warm, wet pleasure, his tongue slipping and sliding over my most sensitive of places. He spent long minutes rimming me and I rocked against the pillow, my cock swollen and tight.
“You don’t come until I say you can,” Laith growled.
“Yes, sir,” I managed.
I forced myself to relax and listened to him riffle through his drawers. The sound of a cap flipping followed along with the squish of lube. My asshole flexed of its own accord as if begging to be filled. He moved behind me and I closed my eyes, listening to the beat of my heart and the air through my lungs. I was nervous, but I wasn’t afraid. Laith had proven he was a compassionate alpha, one that deserved an omega to fulfill his every need and I wanted to be that person.
He spread lube up and down my crack then penetrated me with a single finger, the sudden sensations shocking me. I clenched around his digit, the experience new and exciting. He slid it in and out slowly then forced another in. I gasped as he stimulated my hole until I was wiggling.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
I parted my lips to respond and my words left me in a moan as he hit something deep inside.
Laith snickered. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I looked over my shoulder so that I could watch as he loosened my ass, his gaze feral as he worked. He scissored his fingers and I hissed, a slow burn threatening to consume me. Laith withdrew his fingers and crawled up my body. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder as his cock poked at my ass.
“Are you ready to receive your alpha’s cock?” he growled.
I gaped, his words driving home the reality of what was about to happen. I never thought a marking could be this pleasurable and I hated that I was jaded from being hunted. “I’m ready.”
He made a sound of approval and I arched my butt up in offering. His big cock spread my ass cheeks as he set it against my entrance, the flesh burning me. It was amazing the way it split my behind, the sight erotic. I couldn’t believe I was about to have Laith inside of me, claiming and marking.
“Relax,” he said hoarsely and ran his palms all over my back. “Don’t clench up. You are my omega now and you must accept this.”
I did my best to obey as he pushed into me, his dick feeling like a baseball bat. He rocked against me, more and more of his cock pushing past my rim. My muscles gave away and he slipped into me. A jolt of discomfort shot through me but I forced myself to remain receptive. I bared my teeth as he breached my ass for the first time, his big prick filling me so completely that I thought I’d burst apart. He was careful as he could be, slowly driving as deep as he could go until his hips came against my butt-cheeks. I groaned as my ass locked around his dick. He was way too big, but I wanted him where he was.
He growled against my shoulder. “You’re so tight. I knew you’d feel good. Just like your mouth, your ass needs training.”
“Ahgh!” I managed as he withdrew and slid back in, that burn intensifying. He repeated the motions several times, every stroke singeing my nerve endings until all I could do was voice myself openly.
“That’s good,” Laith croaked. “Take it all for me.”
I shouted indecipherable words as he slammed his cock into me. The discomfort persisted but pleasure followed on its heels until I could no longer tell the difference. I couldn’t believe I was taking such a big cock in my virgin ass and every thrust drove home the reality of the situation. His pace steadily increased, his breath hot against my skin as he drilled me. I knew he was holding back—it was in his body wound like a coil, ready to spring at any moment.
“I can take it!” I bit out. “Please!”
I needed him to be the alpha he was because I wanted to be the omega I could be.
Laith snarled against my ear and positioned me so that I was on my knees and my upper body was flat on the bed. “Lean back like you’re offering your behind to me.”
I did as instructed. In this position, my ass was fully exposed for him to pound me as he wished. There was no going back. I had asked for it and I was about to get it. But I needed this too badly. I need him to claim me as an alpha did an omega, rough fucking and all. There could be no other way. As a shifter, I needed to come to terms with my new position in his pack.
Laith fucked me hard and without mercy, his cock thrusting deep, so deep that he branded my very soul. The sounds of my claiming filled my ears. I never knew I could make such noises and it was startling. I did my best to stay where I was and keep myself available for his use but my ass had quickly grown sore. I trusted he would know how much I could take but judging from his ragged breath, he was close to coming.
Whimpering, I grabbed onto his thighs, wanting him to stop but needing him to continue. He let out a loud snarl the overtook my cries as he pumped my ass full of his seed. A warmth filled me as he marked me, his scent all over and inside of me. As he stilled, my ass clenched around his prick and he reached between my legs. He gripped my dick and stroked me from base to tip until I was gasping.
“Good omega. You took my dick eagerly and without resistance. You are due a reward,” he murmured.
The pressure in my ass migrated to my cock and the orgasm rocked my body with the force of a Mack truck behind it.
“Fuck,” Laith rasped. “I can feel you coming… the way your ass is gripping into me…”
I was unable to respond, my mind blown apart by the sheer force of the pleasure. He released my cock then vacated my ass. My muscles pulsated as if needing him inside of me forever. I stayed where I was, awaiting his command, his cum sliding down my balls. He took a seat on a chair behind me, his chest pumping hard. His skin was shiny with sweat, his eyes hooded. He looked like a satisfied alpha and I smiled, knowing I was the cause of his satisfaction.
“I do like the look of your ass filled with my seed,” he said and lolled his head against the backrest. “How do you feel?”
Words zig-zagged through my brain—amazing, happy, fulfilled, purposeful. I grinned at him and he chuckled. I wanted to express the way he’d made me feel but I didn’t know how.
He came to lay in bed and pulled me into him. I settled against him and rested my head against his heart as if I’d been made to fit against him. He stroked me gently and kissed my head. Sleep rose fast. It usually took me a long time to fall asleep, my brain humming with thoughts of how long I could stay in my current dwellings and where to run to next. With Laith, none of that mattered. I didn’t have run anymore. With him, I was safe.
Chapter Three
Laith held onto me all night, his possessive arms keeping me close. I had absolutely no complaints. It was nice to have someone against my back. I’d never felt so safe. I came awake slowly, his heavy breath allowing me to relax. Judging by the bright light penetrating my eyelids, it was morning but I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to lay with my new alpha and feel his body against mine but I needed to take a piss.
I cracked a bleary eye and winced at the bright light streaming through the blinds. Craning my head, I grinned at Laith’s sleeping form, his face loose. As quietly as I could, I pushed the sheet off my body and touched my feet against the carpet—The bedroom door opened suddenly and I stilled as a man waltzed in with a laundry basket in his hands.
“Hey,” he said and collected some clothes from the floor. I spotted my T-shirt in the basket and parted my lips to speak but he was gone as quickly as he’d come.
Sounds drifte
d to me—voices, laughter and things being moved around. I guessed it was Laith’s pack. I waited long seconds then moved to get up—Another male burst into the room.
“Where the hell are my Super Mario briefs?” the man complained, his face hard. He spotted me and stilled, his green eyes doing a once over on me. He licked his lips and I caught his interested scent.
“Ask Tom,” Laith muttered. “He’s the one with a laundry fetish.”
“I’m sorry, but I take pride in my appearance unlike some people!” someone shouted from the other room.
“Welcome to pack life,” Laith said and corralled me into his arms. I sought out his protection, these wolves unfamiliar to me. I supposed it would take time for my cat to relax around them. Laith looked to the man staring at me with lust in his eyes. “They aren’t in my drawers. Close the door on your way out.”
The guy smirked at me and left.
“It’s okay,” Laith murmured and rubbed my back. “Things can get a little hectic around here with seven of us cohabitating.”
“They all live here?” I inquired.
“They have places of their own but spend most of their time here,” he said and stretched. “Come. You are taking a shower with me then we will grab some breakfast.”
Laith was attentive as we showered, his soapy hands running all over my body. My thighs were strained and my ass was sore but it was a nice feeling. I thought he might mark me again but he kept his touches benign as he washed me. We toweled off together and he slipped into a pair of silk pajama bottoms, his package snug in the fabric. Laith was a gorgeous alpha, his body toned, his face angular. I was lucky to have been chosen to be one of his stock.
“My clothes are in the basket,” I started as he touched the knob to his bedroom door.
Cocking a brow at me, he ran an appreciate eye down my body. “Did I say you could wear clothes?”
Heat raced to my cheeks and I kept my eyes adverted. He rumbled in laughter and took my hand in his. I held onto him tightly as he led me out of his room and toward the kitchen where several wolves were working hard on making breakfast. Everyone stopped what they were doing and came to check me out. My heart pounded as strong bodies surrounded me and eyes hungry with lust roamed all over my nakedness. Would Laith require that I mate with them now? I hoped he would allow me a reprieve… I kept my eyes down, signaling my submission. The one that had been looking for his briefs brushed his body against mine in a clear show of dominance. He leaned in and sniffed at my neck. I looked for Laith, needing his guidance.
Laith snarled at the man and he backed off. “This goes for all of you. He needs time to adjust and you will not mate with him unless I allow it.”
“Does that include blowjobs?” the man inquired, his green eyes fixing on me.
“Don’t push me, Derrek or I will ban you from him,” Laith said, his voice booming. He took my hand and I leaned into him. He introduced me to his pack and I did my best to remember everyone’s names but having several sets of interested eyes on me was unnerving. “And this guy with the laundry fetish is my voice of reason, Tom.”
The man saluted me and smiled welcomingly. “Breakfast is about ready. Do you like pancakes or do you prefer meat?”
I looked to Laith and he squeeze my hand. “I’m not a slave-driver, Elias. You can have whatever the hell you want.”
“Pancakes, please,” I said lowly.
“Coming right up,” Tom said and flipped the spatula in his hand. “You look like a buckets of syrup kind of guy. Am I right?”
I tried to fight my smile and nodded.
Laith kissed my lips and led me to the kitchen table. He took a seat and pulled me into his lap, his silk-covered thigh nice against my bare butt. Derrek took a seat on the opposite end and starred at me, his eyes piercing. I wasn’t sure what it was about him but he made me nervous. Laith stroke my stomach with his thumb as if trying to reassure me. Everyone sat down for breakfast, Tom flanking me close as if protecting me.
“These are really good,” I murmured.
Tom winked at me. “My other fetish.”
“He means syrup,” Derrick teased and flicked his tongue at me. “I hear he can make magic happen just by wiggling his licker.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Tom cut in. “He likes to tease.”
Laith rumbled in my ear and fed me a piece of bacon. Despite the uncomfortable looks Derrek threw my way, it was nice being surrounded by a strong, caring alpha and his pack. “The Firestones mentioned you are renting a room from them.”
“Ah, yes but I wouldn’t call it renting. They refuse to take any money from me.”
“Pay in other ways,” Derrek said, drawing a snicker from the others.
A ball of nerves coiled in my stomach.
“Tom will go there tomorrow and collect your belongings and bring them here,” Laith said. “This is your home now. Wherever you go, whatever you do, someone will always be with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tom collected everyone’s plates and I got up to help him. Laith didn’t say anything so I assumed he approved. I felt out of place being the only one naked but it was something I’d have to get used to judging by the way Laith focused on my ass. We got a good system going and I dried while Tom washed the stack of dirty dishes.
“Do you have any furniture to move?” Tom inquired, his attention on what he was doing.
“The bed and dresser belongs to the dragons. All I have are some clothes and books. And my radio. I promise it won’t be a hassle.”
“No hassle,” he said and smiled at me. “Everyone is glad you are here.”
I swallowed hard and looked down, not sure what to say to that. I was aware they wanted to mate with me—in was in their eyes and their scents but they wouldn’t cross their alpha. What if I couldn’t satisfy them? Would Laith kick me out of the pack? Maybe I was destined to run forever. I looked to the kitchen table to find Laith gone. I didn’t want to be needy but felt vulnerable. As soon as the dishes were done I ventured into the living room hoping he might be there. I found the wolves lounging on the couch playing a first-person shooter.
Derrek spotted me and curled his finger toward his body. “Come here.”
My heart raced but I obeyed, recognizing his higher status. With Tom still in the kitchen, and Laith missing, I was afraid they might initiate sex. Derrek seemed like the kind of shifter liable to challenge an alpha. Judging by the scars on his arms, he’d been in many battles. He pulled me into his lap none to gently and pushed the controller in my hands.
“I… I don’t know how to—”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled. “Watch and learn. It’s easy.”
I tried to pay attention to his hand controlling the console, but my heart was too loud in my ears and my breath was hard to come by. He gave it back to me and tightened his grip around my midsection.
“Now you try.”
I moved my fingers clumsily over the buttons, mashing them desperately. My character died quickly and Derrek barked out loud curses and shouted at the television. I was out of his lap before I even knew what I was doing, my cat on high alert. I put my back against a table and knocked some sort of sculpture to the ground. It shattered across the floor and everyone quieted, several pairs of eyes blinking at me.
Tom appeared from the kitchen. “Shit.”
“Okay? Who broke what—” Laith growled and appeared. His eyes scanned the scene and his jaw ticked as he settled his gaze on the sculpture. “My Daum panther!”
“I’m sorry,” I rasped, and adverted my eyes from Laith’s wrath.
“It’s Derrek’s fault,” someone said.
“Traitor. Liar!” Derrek hissed. “It’s not my fault he is jumpy. We were just playing Call of Duty.”
Tom said to Laith, “You know how he gets when he is playing his video games.”
I curled my arms around my around my legs, and waited for the punishment that would surely follow. I just prayed Laith didn’t kick me out of the
pack. No one said anything for a long while but I could feel the anger wafting off Laith’s body. I wanted to appease him but was afraid to move out of fear of aggravating the situation.
“Fine,” Derrek huffed. “I scared him and I didn’t mean to. I’m not used to having a cat around and an omega no less. I’ll pay for it. How much?”
“Twelve-grand,” Tom said with a hint of amusement.
“Are you fucking serious? For a hideous rendition of a panther—” Derrek snapped his jaw shut as Laith growled. “Twelve-grand it is. You know it’s going to take me a while to pay it off, right?”
Laith’s feet appeared in my view and he held his hand out to me. I accepted and he pulled me up. He led me away from them and toward a room over-looking the city. He kissed my forehead.
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
He hushed me and I shivered in his arms. He was upset, his body tight but it didn’t seem directed at me. As he held me, I relaxed. He sat me down then left. I sighed and looked out the window, the sun burning up the sky as it peeked over Lake Michigan. My fathers had never been particularly wealthy so it was nice to get a taste of all this grandeur. But for how long? Laith might not blame me for breaking his precious work of art, but I was terrified that he might think me too much trouble. I got to my feet, determined to make this work.
Derrek and the wolves were huddled in the living room, attempting to glue the sculpture back together. He hadn’t needed to take the blame and responsibility to pay for it. And he was right. I misunderstood his snaps and snarls as aggression toward me. That wasn’t his fault. I followed Laith’s scent to his bedroom where the door was ajar.
“I didn’t think this through enough,” Laith said. “I may have made a mistake bringing him here. If he’s that fearful over a game, I don’t know how—”
My heart beat painfully. Not even twenty-four hours and I failed. I summed whatever courage I had and pushed passed the door. Laith and Tom turned their attention to me. I rocked on my feet for a moment and came to kneel before them.
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