He didn’t have to decide on an outfit, since in his home the only thing he wore as his omega collar. It was thick letter with a large knot tied in the center. Hanging from it was a brass medallion with the pack emblem carved into it. If he was taken out in public he’d wear clothing Stryker or Leyton chose for him to wear.
Jeremy wasn’t sure what he should do, so he took the platters and champagne outside to the porch and set it all on the table.
He didn’t have to wait long before the security system chirped and announced the gate to the compound had opened. In another minute the door to his house opened and Stryker walked in, followed by Leyton.
“There’s my boy,” Leyton said and crossed the room. He scooped Jeremy up in a bear hug and spun him around. Setting Jeremy on his feet, Leyton bent for a kiss. His tongue slipped into Jeremy’s mouth and his arm around Jeremy’s waist moved so he could squeeze Jeremy’s ass.
Stryker looked around and asked, “I ordered a meal be sent over.”
Jeremy stepped away from Leyton, clasped his hands together behind his back and lowered his gaze to the ground. “It has arrived, Master. It’s a nice day outside and I do enjoy the porches. When the food was delivered I took it outside. I was hoping we could eat out there. If you don’t want to, I can go and get—”
“Outside on the porch is fine,” Stryker cut off Jeremy’s words.
Jeremy moved silently to the glass cabinet that stored the dinnerware. He retrieved settings for three and followed Stryker and Leyton to the porch.
“Rain is coming,” Stryker said. “My days of frolicking with boys in a downpour during a full moon are over.”
Leyton snorted. “You never frolicked with anything or anyone, rain or not.” Jeremy smiled and focused on his plate. Leyton reached out and rubbed his knuckles over Jeremy’s cheek then across his hair. “Even our boy sees through you.”
Jeremy sipped the champagne. It was good and filled him with a warm glow. Leyton and Stryker chatted throughout the meal and Jeremy listened. The champagne was making him fuzzy and mellow. He rarely drank more than the beer Leyton would bring, and then it was only one or two glasses.
As Stryker predicted clouds moved in and obscured the evening sky, turning it an ominous gray-purple. He pushed his chair out and stood up. “We should go inside.”
Stryker turned without saying any more and walked back into the house.
Leyton tipped his head to the house and said, “Shall we?” He took Jeremy’s hand and pulled him out of the chair. Leyton held Jeremy with one arm around his waist and nuzzled his neck. The stubble from his beard send sparks coursing along Jeremy’s skin. Leyton’s other hand stroked Jeremy’s thigh. “I see you’re more than ready.”
Jeremy leaned against Leyton, panting. Tonight he would not wear any chastity device. Tonight during the full moon change was the one night a month Jeremy was assured his masters would let him climax. He’d been half hard all day thinking of it. The rest of the month he was often denied orgasm for days on end.
Leyton pressed his mouth to Jeremy’s winding their tongues together once more. “Hmm… my favorite night.” He bent, slid his arm behind Jeremy’s knees and scooped him up, carrying him into the house.
Stryker met them almost at once. With Leyton still holding Jeremy, Stryker grabbed a chunk of Jeremy’s hair and tilted his head back. He growled low in his throat and nipped Jeremy’s nipple. Leyton rumbled a low noise from deep in his throat. Stryker reached out with one hand and with Jeremy between them he pulled Leyton in for a deep kiss. At the same time his other hand found and squeezed Jeremy’s balls.
Arching and stretching in Leyton’s grip, Jeremy moaned. He was rewarded with a harder squeeze, this time Stryker added a twist then a tug. Sweet pain rocketed through Jeremy. He tried to spread his legs and turn to get some friction against his aching cock, but Leyton held him firmly in place.
Stryker let go of Leyton and focused on Jeremy again. He licked along Jeremy’s throat and murmured, “Such a good boy.” It was the highest praise Stryker would offer and it made Jeremy’s heart race with even more excitement.
They separated and Leyton shifted Jeremy so he was slung over Leyton’s broad shoulders. A few long strides and Jeremy was laid on the large bed. Outside lightening streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled through the air. It made Jeremy’s heart pound even harder.
Stryker stood at the end of the bed and stripped, all the while never taking his eyes off Jeremy. Leyton chuckled and pulled his own clothes off. Jeremy scooted to the center of the bed. He started to roll over, Stryker’s preference was to take Jeremy from behind while Jeremy was on his knees.
“No. Stay.” Stryker said. “I want to look at you this time.”
Stryker eased onto the bed and hovered over Jeremy. He started at Jeremy’s chin and flicked his tongue along Jeremy’s neck and down his chest. Again Jeremy’s nipples were licked, sucked and teased with Stryker’s teeth, lips and tongue. He continued down, swiping his tongue over Jeremy’s belly until he was writhing and dragging in deep, desperate breaths.
He eased lower, running his tongue over Jeremy’s groin and licking around his cock. Leyton slipped onto the bed and lifted Jeremy’s shoulders, supporting him from behind. His fingers combed through Jeremy’s hair while his other hand rested on Jeremy’s chest.
Stryker slid both hands under Jeremy’s ass and lifted up. He continued licking. Up and down Jeremy’s cock, over the head and under the crown. He pulled Jeremy’s balls into his mouth, biting down ever so gently. The twin sensations from where his fangs scraped over Jeremy’s balls sent a shockwave of pain followed by intense pleasure rolling through Jeremy.
In the next instant Stryker’s tongue lapped between Jeremy’s ass cheeks, making Jeremy cry and arch back against Leyton. Stryker’s warm, wet tongue swirled around Jeremy’s hole, teasing for a minute before he shoved it into Jeremy. Clamping his mouth over Jeremy, Stryker sucked.
Lightening illuminated the room and thunder echoed through the atmosphere. The sound of rain pounding down matched the pounding of Jeremy’s heart. He wanted to shove Stryker’s face closer, but it was forbidden. Jeremy’s cock ached, fluid seeped from his slit and dribbled down his shaft. Shudders raced through Jeremy. He reached up and Leyton took his hand, their fingers winding together. Jeremy gripped as hard as he could.
Jeremy’s ass tingled and a low fire began to course its way from his groin. Stryker’s teeth scrapped over the skin on the inside of his cheeks making Jeremy moan and gasp. Stryker’s tongue slipped in and out of Jeremy’s hole faster and faster. Then without warning it was gone. Moving back up, Stryker took Jeremy’s face in one hand and crushed their mouths together.
Leyton reached down and took Jeremy’s cock in his hand. In the next instant Stryker eased his heavy cock into Jeremy. Rocking in a fast rhythm Stryker’s thrusts came in time with the thunder reverberating all around them. Leyton turned Jeremy’s head with a hand under his chin and forced his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth. He pumped Jeremy’s cock while Stryker pounded into his ass.
Incoherent sounds babble out of Jeremy’s mouth the second Leyton broke their kiss. Stryker threw his head back and howled. His body began to broadened. Claws grew from elongating fingers and they sunk into Jeremy’s shoulders. He picked up the pace, shoving into Jeremy with enough brute force that Leyton and Jeremy were pushed back against the wall.
The thick glans along each side of Stryker’s cock began to swell. Jeremy shoved his hips against Stryker, seeking more contact with the glans. They scraped his insides, bulging out and filling him. Jeremy twisted against Stryker’s cock, trying to get ever closer.
He felt Leyton’s body shift from man to werewolf. His fingers were impossibly tight around Jeremy’s cock and his strokes verged on violent. Stryker bent his head until it almost rested on Leyton’s shoulder. He grunted, driving deeper, moving faster. His glans swelled until Jeremy was sure they’d burst.
Jeremy spread his legs as wide as possible, moaning an
d quivering. The knotting glans throbbed against his tender skin, making him shiver. A tingling sensation coursed up and down his spine. Stryker’s semen burned, the glans prickled and scraped and Jeremy was filled with liquid fire. Stryker’s cock pulsed and Stryker gulped in huge breaths, growling on every exhale.
Stryker kept up the pace, slamming into Jeremy until his body relaxed and his cock softened. The bulging glans throbbed in time with Stryker’s movement. The incredible high from being knotted came with a powerful crash. Leyton pumped Jeremy’s cock and growled.
Jeremy felt his body change. He’d never attain the massive werewolf form Stryker or Leyton did. Leyton swiped his thumb over Jeremy’s cock and used his talons on Jeremy’s groin. Shouting in pain that was sheer ecstasy Jeremy’s hips bucked up, but Leyton and Stryker held him pinned between them. Jeremy’s balls tightened and his ass clenched around Stryker’s softening glans. His entire body went rigid and his breath caught for a few seconds.
Heat coursed from his groin to his cock and burned a path through. He couldn’t move, held between the two big werewolves and that intensified his orgasm. His cocked throbbed in Leyton’s fist making Jeremy shout and thrash while he squirted jizz all over Leyton’s hand and Jeremy’s belly.
Jeremy’s body went limp, held between Stryker and Leyton. He lay there, pulling in deep breaths and exhaling slowly. His eyes drifted shut and the crash from being released from Stryker’s knots hit hard. He sniffled against Leyton’s chest and took comfort from Stryker’s body covering them both.
The rain pounded down but the lightning and thunder were letting up. It was completely dark in the house when Jeremy woke up. He wiggled out from between Leyton and Stryker. Jeremy had reverted to human form, but the alpha and beta was still mostly wolf.
Padding through the house, Jeremy went to the bath area to clean up. In the morning when the effects of the full moon had worn off Stryker and Leyton would wake up desiring their omega. Jeremy wanted to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned and prepared. He hoped Leyton would put him on the bondage cross or hobby horse that sat in a corner of the room.
Cleaned and refreshed Jeremy wandered outside to the porch. The air smelled sweet, cleaned by the storm. Movement off in the distance caught his attention. He could smell other werewolves, unfamiliar to him. That was odd, but Jeremy wasn’t alarmed. The house where he was kept as well as the grounds around it was completely enclosed with electric fencing. There was a state of the art security system and Jeremy’s alpha and beta were asleep a few yards away. He was completely safe.
Omegas were kept secluded from the pack, and more importantly other packs for a reason. Jeremy had undergone his first change during a full moon while being fucked by Stryker. It was the only time he’d change, at the full moon and tied to Stryker by his knotting glans. Jeremy had heard stories of omegas being taken by another alpha, stolen to fulfil the omega role. His position as omega with his pack was one Jeremy dreamed of and welcomed.
A stolen omega wouldn’t experience the same emotions or irrespirable attraction for the strange alpha. Omegas were submissive by nature, but with Stryker and Leyton that submission was an honor and joy. With some other alpha it would be because of fear.
Noise from what Jeremy realized was a helicopter crossed overhead. He wondered if it was some kind of rescue chopper or maybe one from a local news station. Shrugging, Jeremy rubbed his arms. The temperature was dropping. Time to go back to bed and snuggle between the two werewolves who cared for him, protected him and loved him.
He yawned and tripped over a step when the power went out. The entire area was drenched in dark so black Jeremy could barely see. His house was surrounded by dense woods, miles from another building. There was a backup generator and Jeremy stood still for a second, waiting for it to come on.
The helicopter flew over again. Jeremy looked up and saw several dark figures drop from it. In the next instant something large crashed through the fencing surrounding the Jeremy’s house and garden.
Jeremy turned and ran, trying to get into the house when strange werewolves came at him. Others used some sort of launched to lob dark canisters into the house. Smoke and something rotten smell came rolling out a second later.
Grabbed from behind, Jeremy was yanked off his feet. He knew right away the arms around him didn’t belong to Leyton. He tried to fight, but it was useless. The other wolf was more powerful.
“Leyton! Stryker!” Jeremy screamed and kicked.
More werewolves rushed by when Stryker came busting out of the house, snarling. Leyton followed and they met the invading werewolves head on in a flurry of claws and fur.
A thick, black bag was pulled over Jeremy’s head and a rope was tightened around his neck cutting off his words. He fought and kicked, but it was impossible to escape. His arms were yanked behind him and his legs and feet bound securely with wide nylon strips.
Terror ripped through Jeremy. He was bound, blinded and being carried away from his home, his pack and the alpha and beta he belonged with. Jeremy tried to struggle but the arms that held his body and the other set that held his legs were too strong.
Voices and sounds swirled around him and Jeremy couldn’t make much sense of any of it. The running eventually stopped and Jeremy was thrown onto a hard, vibrating surface. The hood was pulled off and he saw he was in the back of a van. A gag was forced into his mouth and tied tightly around his head.
“We’ll take him for cleansing then the alpha will be anxious to have him,” One of the werewolves said.
Jeremy screamed threats and obscenities but they made no sense through the gag. The hood was shoved over his face and again Jeremy was drenched in darkness. They drove for several hours and when the van finally stopped Jeremy was dragged out. He was carried for a minute before he heard the sound of a door opening.
The hood was removed and Jeremy was forced to his knees. The scent of alpha surrounded him. A man, tall, slightly gray and with glowing red eyes stood staring down at Jeremy.
If Stryker and Leyton didn’t—or couldn’t—track down Jeremy and come for him, like it or not this werewolf would claim Jeremy as his own. Jeremy shivered and said a silent prayer he’d be rescued soon.
--THE END--
Saving the Omega
Not every werewolf pack has an omega. Sometimes an omega is born into a pack. They are tested and if they pass their lives cease to be their own. They become property of the alpha and beta. Jeremy is one such omega. Loved, cared for and secluded from the world he lives to please his alpha, Stryker and his beta, Leyton. Unbeknownst to Jeremy other packs desire Jeremy. After a night under the full moon of being made love to in every delightful way by Stryker and Leyton, Jeremy’s home is broken into and he’s taken by force. His only hope is that the alpha and beta love him enough to not only rescue him but reclaim him as their omega. Will Jeremy’s destiny as pack omega end or will he learn just how much Stryker and Leyton love him?
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Jeremy shivered before the alpha of the enemy werewolf pack. This wasn’t his alpha, or his pack. Jeremy was an omega, a very special type of werewolf. Omegas were the property of the pack alpha and beta. They served one purpose, to meet the sexual needs of the pack leaders. It was a way to relieve the stress from overseeing the pack. Alphas were above the pack members to the point they rarely interacted with others on a deeply personal level. Mating was between alphas and to produce the next generation of leaders. Whether or not they loved each other was irrelevant. It was the job of the omega to provide that intimate relationship and do so in utter submission.
It was a job Jeremy was damn good at.
So good, apparently, that other pack alphas wanted him for their own. Despite a high tech, kickass security system, Jeremy’s home had been penetrated and Jeremy taken from his alpha, Stryker and beta, Leyton.
Werewolves had a strict hierarchy within each pack. Each pack, however was its own entity. They rarely got along with each other. Not all packs had an omega at all times. Those
individuals were born once or twice every generation.
Jeremy didn’t know what pack this alpha ruled. He only recognized him as an alpha because an omega could sense that immediately. One fact Jeremy knew for certain, this alpha was a dead man when Stryker caught up with him. There was the possibility Stryker and Leyton had been killed during Jeremy’s kidnap, but it was unlikely. Jeremy’s assailants were more bent on getting him away from his home. Besides, alphas were by nature arrogant and never thought another pack could best them. The attacking pack would want Stryker and Leyton to suffer and taking their omega would achieve that goal.
For the sake of Jeremy’s sanity he had no choice but to believe whole heartedly that Stryker and Leyton were hot on his trail. He missed them and he wanted to go home.
He was in a room and from the scents around him, still in the same geographical area. He’d been blindfolded and driven in a vehicle for a few hours, but that could have been in circles for all Jeremy knew.
The alpha leaned down and grabbed Jeremy by the chin, turning his head left then right. “You are a fine specimen. Both my alpha female and I will be using you.”
Without further comment the alpha turned off the lights and slammed the door shut as he left. Jeremy heard a lock click into place. The last time he’d been in such a situation was the night when he was twenty-three and about to undergo his first change during a full moon. That was when his true omega status had come out while Stryker and Leyton had taken him and made love to him in the woods. At that time being locked away before he’d changed was exciting. Now being locked up and left alone was terrifying.
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