Niketas shivered, but Stelios wasn’t through, kept him pinned against the wall and licked at his throat, breathing more hot words into his ear.
“Kept wondering how you’d look spread out on my desk, taking my cock and moaning for me—begging for me when I wouldn’t let you come. Tempting me like that, making me neglect my job? No, wouldn’t let you come. Just fuck you until you were panting for me, crying for me. Make you come when you couldn’t take any more, make you come all over my desk.”
Niketas shivered, wanting it, and Stelios nipped his throat again. “That’s right. Make you lick it up after and then fuck you some more. Pin you right to the window, right to the glass where anyone looking up could see. Strip you down and fuck you against it, make you streak it up for me.”
“Si-oh. Oh. Ohh—” Stelios jerked his thigh up between Niketas’ legs, made him grind his cock against it, and Niketas groaned louder, panted and then winced at the constriction of his jeans as his cock stiffened even more.
“Yeah, you like the thought of that, don’t you? Like anything I give you, greedy little—I’d just bring you with me to work except I’d never get anything done, would I? Just keep taking you and taking you. Might as well stay home and keep you tied up.”
“Yes, yes. Stay home and—yes.”
Stelios bit his throat, then drew back and slid a hand into his hair, pulled until Niketas lifted his hips against him again and moaned.
“Gonna fuck you right against this wall.”
“Sir.” Niketas was suddenly half laughing, couldn’t picture it. Stelios was taller and broader than him, but not by that much. The Alpha stepped back, and the hungry gleam in his eyes was even darker.
“What? You think I can’t do it? Already picked you up and put you where I wanted you once, Niketas.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Strip.”
“I—what?” He was still chuckling, but he stopped, throat dry, when Stelios reached out and caught him by the hair, dragged him against his body and kissed him, then shoved him back against the wall.
“Strip. Before I rip the clothes off you.”
Niketas swallowed and stripped out of his jeans. He sighed as he let his cock free, wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, but just once. Fuck he’d got so hard listening to Stelios talk about what he wanted to do to him.
“Good. Turn around, hands on the wall.” Niketas obeyed without question, and stayed just like Stelios had told him even when Stelios walked away. The Alpha came back with his hands full and smacked him once. Then he heard the snick of the lube opening, bit his lip and spread his thighs a little wider, anticipating.
“So eager. Ass out for me—yeah, just like that.” One of Stelios’ hands held him open, and he felt two fingers of the other start to press inside him, slick and easy, opening him up for Stelios’ cock.
“Ahh—”
“You know what to do, come on. Relax for me, open up. You want my cock, don’t you? Yeah. There you go.”
“Sir—ohhhh Sir. More, please.”
Stelios pressed his fingers a little deeper, fucked him a little faster, but he was still just teasing. It wasn’t enough and Niketas pressed his ass back, begging without words.
“Still not enough?”
“No—Sir—please.”
“Want my cock, is that it? So much thicker, so much harder—want me to stretch you open?” The next time Stelios pushed his fingers in there were three of them, and Niketas bit his lip, then moaned anyway.
“Want your cock, Sir, want you to make me come with your cock.”
“Make you come on my cock? Gonna make you come so many times you cry and beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck you more.”
“Yes.” The single word slipped out of him with breathless intensity. He wanted it so bad—so bad.
“Turn around.” Stelios pulled his fingers out, and Niketas whimpered at the loss, but obeyed. Stelios was already slicking his cock, and he reached out as he stepped forward, caught Niketas under one leg, then the other, and lifted.
The omega’s back slid up the wall as he moaned, wrapping his legs around Stelios’ back instinctively. He reached both arms around the Alpha’s shoulders and held on as Stelios pinned him tight against the wall and kissed him.
Stelios’ cock was throbbing between Niketas’ thighs, hot against the length of his own erection, until the Alpha let go of one of his legs and reached between them, pressed his cock between Niketas’ buttocks and started to ease it inside him.
“Holy—holy fuck. Sir—fuck. So much.”
“Relax.” There was no hint of the effort it was taking him to hold Niketas up in Stelios’ voice, just the same heat as before, the same smooth tone of Alpha command.
He obeyed without even thinking about it, felt himself opening more, Stelios sinking deeper—or no, himself sinking down, taking Stelios’ cock inch by inch until the Alpha was buried in his ass, all the way inside.
The omega clenched around it, testing, and Stelios sucked in a breath, slid his hand back up from Niketas’ ass to his hip, then squeezed him and bounced him up a little, adjusting his grip.
Niketas took a stuttering breath, then moaned as Stelios leaned forward and mouthed at his throat. “Relax I said. It’s different this way, I know you can feel that.”
“Feel—that.”
“Yeah.” And then, slowly, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, Stelios leaned back a little, adjusted his grip on Niketas’ hips again and lifted him up. He felt the length of Stelios’ cock moving inside him, the hot, sweet burn of it as Stelios moved him almost all the way off, then let the weight of his body bring him back down onto it.
“So tight. Squeezing me so good—so tight, Niketas.”
Niketas rolled his head against the wall as Stelios did it again, another long, slow thrust that let him feel every inch of the Alpha’s cock splitting him open. Then he bounced him, and Niketas let out a stuttering cry. “God—Sir. So good, that’s—”
He did it again, and again, then gripped Niketas’ hips painfully tight and dragged him up the length of his cock before slamming him back down. Harder—harder—deeper—
“Sir. Fuck I—gonna—”
“Come for me. Come just like this, come from my cock. Now.”
“Ahhh—ah—ah—fuck—fuck!” The heat came to a peak and rolled out of the omega in sharp pulses that streaked Stelios’ chest with white, but Stelios didn’t stop. He kept jerking Niketas up and dropping him down on his cock over and over, with the same steady, impossible rhythm, hammering against Niketas’ prostrate.
His cock was trapped between them, rubbing in the slick of his own come as it dripped over Stelios’ abs. Niketas could barely breathe, dropped his head back against the wall and cried out when Stelios growled and leaned up to bite at his throat. Teeth—cock—so much cock, fuck. He was gonna die, it was just too good, too much.
He wanted to come again already, but the sensations were so intense he couldn’t. The omega just hovered at the edge, trying again and again to force himself over it. But he couldn’t do anything but pant and sweat and beg in Stelios’ grip.
“Sir—please—need—come need to come need to—” He clenched around Stelios’ cock and let out a gasping breath of laughter when Stelios swore. Then the Alpha fucked into him harder, harder even as he reached up with one hand and tightened a fist in Niketas’ hair.
Niketas moaned, then again as Stelios jerked his head to one side and sucked at his throat. “You. Gonna come. Gonna come and—fuck.”
“Want you to—want you to.”
“Niketas.”
“Want you to—”
“Niketas!”
Hot. So hot coming inside him, fucking him so hard—Niketas squeezed tighter, bucked up one more time on his cock and finally gasped his way into another climax of his own. He held onto Stelios’ shoulders, cried out and stayed that way, moaning, until Stelios finally slid his hands from Niketas hips to his thighs and heaved him away from the
wall and against his body.
Stelios kissed him once, then pulled out and let him down onto his own two feet. Quiet now, maybe sated, the Alpha turned and pressed his lips to Niketas’ hair. “I don’t want to tell you, but I have to. Luka called me this morning.”
“Luka—called you?”
Stelios nodded, and Niketas’ heart sank. Somehow—somehow he didn’t think he was going to like what Stelios had to say.
“He’s coming for you tomorrow, to bring you back to the mountain. He said he…has to find this month’s woman. So he…needs you.”
Niketas jerked back from him, looked up and met his eyes. The rough, easy warmth of Stelios’ usual tone had turned stiff and tight, and Niketas didn’t know whether to hate the words or their sound more. “I don’t—do I—why does he need me? I don’t even—I don’t want a woman, any woman. I haven’t since…and now I—after you I—”
“Are you leaving his pack?”
“No, but—”
“Pack law is what it is. You have no higher obligation.” There was distance in Stelios’ voice now, and that was far worse than the tightness. Then he crossed the two steps between them and grabbed Niketas with both hands, dragged him up against his mouth and kissed him hard and hungry.
“Sir.”
“If it’s my last night with you I want to take advantage of it.”
“Last night—”
“At least for now. You’re leaving tomorrow. Even if you come back, it’s…” But he stopped, and kissed Niketas again. “I want you to go pick the toys you want, then wait for me in my bedroom. Three things you like, Niketas, not a whole drawer full. I’m going to choose some myself.”
“Yes, Sir. Sir…” Niketas licked his lips, then leaned up on his toes. Stelios allowed him the kiss he wanted, deepened it, and then nudged him back.
“Go on.”
The omega went slowly, looking back, and Stelios watched him until he disappeared into the playroom and the door closed behind him. He went to his bedroom, started to organize the pile of furs he slept on so that they stretched all the way to the wall across from the door.
He had bars and rings attached to these walls, too, for nights like tonight when he didn’t want to bother with the playroom. And he did want Niketas tied up for him.
He was leaving tomorrow, and for as long as he was able Stelios wanted to pretend…wanted to believe that Niketas was his. All his.
Yes. Forget his brother was coming and why. Forget that tomorrow, or the next night, or the one after that, Niketas would be burying himself in some woman—and why should it bother him, anyway?
He’d done what he was meant to do, given Niketas what he needed, wanted…Stelios had had some fun, too, and he hadn’t even been expecting that. But then, he hadn’t been expecting to keep him here for the rest of the month, either, hadn’t expected to want him that much. The sex, though. Damn.
And anyway, the sex wasn’t all. That hadn’t been all since the first night, when Niketas had crawled into his furs and stayed there. And all the nights since—he should’ve known better. Should’ve known not to get attached when Niketas wasn’t really his, and couldn’t be. Not without breaking pack bonds.
“Almost wish he would.”
But he blew out a breath and shoved the thought to the back of his mind. What could he offer in return? Nothing, just…nothing. He had no pack, and Niketas was no city wolf.
When Luka’s monthly dance was over, Stelios would call and demand his omega back…if he wanted to come back. That was all he could do, and it would be the least Luka could do, after getting him involved.
Maybe then he could see about what Niketas wanted, and they could talk about some kind of future. Something…long term. Something that would let Niketas spend time with his pack on the mountain without leaving Stelios here with his fists clenched whenever the omega left.
He tried to ignore the part of himself that said it wouldn’t, couldn’t, matter. Not until Niketas was his.
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The morning came far too early for Niketas. The buzzer woke him, and he rolled over disappointed. Stelios was already gone from the furs, only his warmth and scent lingering. The jeans and silk shirt he’d worn here were laid out for him on the other side of the room, but he dressed slowly, staring out the windows at the view of rooftops and early morning light.
Stelios was waiting in the living room, and Niketas rushed at him before he could go to the door and let Luka in. “Sir. I wanted to—before I left, I wanted to—”
“Thank me?”
“Yeah. And kiss you. If I—if I’m allowed.”
“Niketas. You don’t have to…for that, you don’t have to ask.” He slid his hands into Niketas’ hair and pulled him tight against his body, kissed him once, and then again, more deeply, when Niketas whimpered against his mouth.
He didn’t want to go, didn’t want to—
The buzzer rang again, insistent, and Stelios tore his mouth away from Niketas’, went to the door and jerked it open with a scowl on his face.
“Luka.”
Niketas saw Luka’s raised eyebrow over Stelios’ shoulder and sighed. He stepped forward, and Stelios stepped back. Their fingers brushed by each other, and then Luka was in front of him, grinning at him, and everything Niketas wanted to say got choked in his throat. He couldn’t. He couldn’t, not in front of Luka.
Luka rubbed cheeks with him, sniffed at his throat, and Niketas stiffened, suddenly uncomfortable. His first day here he’d been confused by the way Stelios reminded him of Luka. Now it was the other way around, only…he didn’t really want Luka anymore. Not like that, anyway.
The thought surprised him, and the omega found himself second guessing it…but no. He wanted Stelios. Luka for his Alpha, his pack leader, that was one thing, but not in his bed, not touching him.
He was still attractive, but not as much as Niketas had thought before. His eyes didn’t lick Niketas up with every stare, didn’t heat his skin like just a gaze was touching him, didn’t turn that irresistible, blazing blue the way Stelios’ did. He was close, cheek to cheek, the warmth and hardness of his body unchanged, but it just…wasn’t the same.
It was still close enough that it made him flush, and look back over his shoulder, hoping—but Stelios only nodded, and then the apartment door was shut, and he was gone. Niketas let out a breath. Too late.
Luka finally pulled away, satisfied, and Niketas followed him into the elevator and down to the parking lot. He tried to keep from looking back, looking up, but there was no point when he gave in. Not even wolf sight could pick out anything from the ground. The penthouse windows were nothing but a slash of sunlit glare.
He didn’t want to leave. Not for Luka, not for his mate search, not for anything. He hadn’t even said goodbye—well. Not the way he wanted to. But maybe that would be a good thing?
Maybe it meant he’d be coming back.
The Other Omega
Chapter One
The morning after the full moon’s last night, Niketas saw Luka turn on the phone his brother had given him and was almost overcome by the sudden, restless twist of heat that pooled in his gut.
It wasn’t Wednesday, Wednesday had been yesterday, so the only reason for his Alpha to be messing with his phone was if he thought Stelios was going to call for some other reason. For him. It had to be for him… Didn’t it?
Had Stelios said so when he’d talked to Luka the previous day, told him something Niketas hadn’t been privy to? Had Stelios told Luka that he wanted Niketas to come back? He thought back to the weeks he’d spent with Stelios and bit back a moan. So good. Everything he did, every place he touched, everything he wanted. It had been - God.
He hadn’t even wanted to leave, but Luka had come for him and he hadn’t been able to say anything. Not a protest…not even goodbye, not in front of Luka. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to call Stelios by name, but neither could he call him Sir in front of his brother.
There was a wolf wh
ine waiting in the base of his throat, now as then, but he denied it. There was no point in getting all worked up. If Stelios was going to call, he’d call. No point, no point.
But he stared fixedly at the damn phone, and ignored Leon’s taunts and his questions. He was aching a little still, from how rough Leon had been, making him ready to take Luka’s last woman—and not in the good way, either, like with Stelios.
That was the only thing that had made him capable, kept him hard enough to fuck Luka’s girl. Stelios. Pretending Leon was him, ignoring the woman under him, her softness, the heat of her, and focusing on the memory. Stelios stretching him open, so much thicker, so much bigger than Leon, and—
“Fuck.” His cock was straining at his jeans, and he reached down, rubbed his palm over it, then jumped as the phone rang. The sound was incongruous with the furs and Spartan bareness of their den, but Luka walked over and grabbed it up off the shelf as if he’d been expecting the call.
“Uh-huh. And so what, if I had forgotten you could have just…yeah. I was expecting you to. Oh, come on, he might be wondering because he doesn’t know you but I know that look—yeah. Alright. Today? Yeah, but you know he’s still going to…alright, alright. Yeah, Wednesday. The usual thing.”
Luka hung up and turned to face him, but Niketas was already on his feet, going for his jacket. He heard Leon laughing at him again, and even Luka was smirking, but he didn’t care. He was grinning like an idiot and he didn’t care about that, either.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“That was your brother.”
“Of course it was.”
“And he—”
“Wants you? Yeah. Go on. You remember the way?”
“You’re not coming this time?”
Luka scowled at him and shrugged off the suggestion. “Why? Into the city? Fuck no, not unless I have to, and I don’t. Go around back like I brought you last time, and hit the buzzer for the penthouse.”
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