by Sy Walker
Jackson was always known to go to the gym and to put that extra effort into making his body the perfect specimen. I was more toned with the kind of swimmers build and V shaped torso that had a lot of Alpha’s vying for my attention.
Suddenly, he was grabbing me by the throat and lifting me into the air. He slammed me into the wall and held me there with his black eyes narrowed into my own. “What makes you think that you have any choice? I’m the one that you keep crawling back to and don’t you forget it. Every time that you leave, you always end up banging on my door in the wee hours of the morning. I don’t think that I’m going to allow you to leave.” He was cutting off the air supply to my lungs. I was having a hard time breathing. I flailed aimlessly looking around for anything that I could use for weapon. I realized that I had the only weapon that mattered….my god given animal instincts.
“I’m through taking your abuse.” I was only 160 pounds, but I had learned to use my weight to my advantage. Letting go of his wrist, I was now feeling the full effect of his fingers digging into the skin of my throat. I slapped my two hands together against his ears; knocking off his equilibrium and making him drop me. I used that opening to grab the nearest object. It turned out to be one of his favorite pieces. I struck that phallic symbol to the side of his head and then I turned into the wolf.
My brown hair was now replaced with a white mane and sharp teeth that took him by surprise. He was, so startled by my behavior that he didn’t realize what kind of danger he was in. I was fed up and it was time that I found the happiness that I deserved. It wasn’t going to be with Jackson. His only redeeming quality was that he was built like stone and had the cheekbones of a god. It was his attitude that was ugly and I was not going to bow down and take it anymore.
The penthouse that we shared was in my name. I may have been an Omega, but I had a fortune that was passed down from one generation to the next. I was the last of the Adams tribe. What I needed most of all was to join forces with somebody that was worthy of taking my name.
“I’m going to fucking kill you. If I can’t have you, then nobody will.” He was trying to grab for the axe by the fireplace, but I didn’t allow him to get that far. I slashed across his chest. “Ahhh…you dare strike me… I’m an Alpha and I deserve better respect than…this.” I felt bad that it had to come to this, but sometimes an Omega needs to stand strong and do what’s necessary to make a real difference in his own life.
My clothes had shredded and I was known to wear nothing, but the best. His blue shirt had these slash marks, which was followed by a flow of blood that probably wouldn’t be able to get washed out in the wash.
“Jackson, I think that we need to see other people.” My mind was connected to his. From first time that we had consummated this on and off again relationship we were able to hear each other’s thoughts and feelings. I thought that he would grow to love me, but he was only interested in the money and the power that I held in the palm of my hand. “You could’ve just let me go, but you wouldn’t even entertain the idea.” I was the last white wolf and that was a true honor to have bestowed on me.
Jackson was taller at 6’2 and I was a mere 6 feet, but I had noticed lingering glances from those that had found me attractive enough to try to get my attention.
“I won’t…go down that…easy.” He may have not thought so, but his fate was already sealed. He grabbed for a bat and I was right there to snatch it from his grasp and use it in the most deadly way possible. I saw the bat connect and there was a moment of indecision that was followed by the sheer audacity that I had hurt an Alpha. I struck him on the head with the bat rendering him unconscious.
Hurting an Alpha made me sick to my stomach. I ran upstairs and into the bathroom, jumping into the shower and letting the hot water scald my skin. I wanted to wash away the sin of doing that to an Alpha. I had to keep this a secret. If it came to light that I had bested an Alpha, then my life wouldn’t be worth a damn.
I stayed in the shower with my head bowed and begging for forgiveness from those ancestors that had come before me. I suddenly raised my head into the water and I knew that it was time to walk away and never look back. I felt imbued with the knowledge of the old ones. I walked out with no shame and not even bothering to cover my nakedness. I saw the swirls of blood going down the drain and I smiled thinking that I had become something more than an Omega. I wanted a true relationship where I didn’t have to lie at the feet of someone that didn’t deserve my affection.
With that I left my old penthouse apartment and never looked back.
Chapter 2
I sat down at the computer and I typed, until I found a site that I could truly sink my teeth into. I touched my lips and I brought back a little bit of the blood that I had felt flowing into my mouth after biting the hand that fed me.
I had no real friends. Jackson had done everything in his power to keep me cloistered away from the real world. I don’t know why I continued to come back, but it was that familiar connection that made it possible for me to see past his indiscretions.
There was one site in particular that caught my eye and it showed that these wolves had a mind of their own. One profile made me put my hand up to my mouth to gasp with obvious arousal. Owen Jameson was wearing nothing, but a pair of chaps and a smile. His package was enormous and swung freely between his legs like a pendulum on a clock. He was holding himself in high form and behind him was a bunch of wolves that had surrounded his motorcycle. They were part of the same motorcycle club. I’d heard through the grapevine that the Wolverines did not take kindly to outsiders.
I read a very poignant phrase from Owens profile “I’m looking for an Omega that’s not of the norm. I don’t want some sniveling coward at my feet. What I want most of all is for somebody to be strong enough to rise above expectations. I still feel that some of the old ways concerning an Omega and Alpha must play into the relationship. For the most part, I want somebody that is going to stand with me in battle. I know that this sounds strange and I’m sure that the Omega’s everywhere are reading this and having a good laugh at my expense.” I felt for him and his desire to have a unique and unusual relationship.
I had my hand poised to answer his ad, when I stopped short and took one more look at the man that I was going to call my own. He was a sight for sore eyes. He had the kind of equipment that made me salivate for the chance to see, if it would fit into my mouth. I was very good at oral gratification. I wanted to prove to him that he could find pleasure within my arms. The man was over 6 feet tall with 225 pounds of pure muscle in every form of the word. I wanted him and I was going to have to make a concentrated effort to make him see me, as the one that he was looking for.
I stopped for a moment and remembered the good times of my old relationship, but there weren’t many. I sent a message to Owen and I was quick to receive a message back. He took me up on my offer of meeting for coffee.
I sat this café drinking my coffee and watching the clock. Owen was already late and I was beginning to think that maybe he was not coming. It was possible that he saw what I looked like through the window and had decided against it. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a catch, but I knew that there was one guy that had always been ready and willing to welcome me with open arms. I still remembered the look on Jackson’s face, as I rendered him unconscious and left him lying on the floor of the penthouse that we shared together.
I constantly looked at my phone and was quite amazed that he had not reached out. I thought for sure that he would be begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance all over again. It was a destructive pattern in our relationship and one that I did not want to repeat. This thing with Owen for me was only physical. I wanted something that was fleeting and pleasurable with an element of danger mixed in for good measure. His profile was pretty straightforward and he really didn’t wait long to respond to my e-mail.
I could see my reflection in the window. I had to admit that cleaned up nicely. I shaved off the beard, although th
at wouldn’t make much of a difference after a couple of hours. Being one of the last white wolves, I had to contend with a 5:00 shadow every couple of hours. It’s a small price to pay to have this power in the palm of my hand.
I saw a shadow and looked up to see this bruiser of a man standing there with long shaggy hair and a beard to match. He was magnificent and had muscles bulging in all the right places. I almost fainted at the sight of him in all leather. The size of his organ pressing up against those pants was not exactly lost on me.
He didn’t say anything, as he slid into the seat across me and placed his hands on the table with leather gloves affixed to each hand. “I admit that you are a pleasant surprise. I thought that you were being a little too secretive. The only reason why I was second guessing this was because I don’t usually go in for blind dates. This is the first time that I have not been disappointed. To be honest, I like my man on the slim side and I suppose it makes me feel like I have the power.” He had these strange eyes. One was yellow and one was green and that was not uncommon for creatures like us.
“I’m glad that you took a chance and met me here. I want to be upfront and honest with you from the very beginning. I have been in a relationship that has been rocky at the best of times. We recently separated and now I’m looking for something new and a little bit dangerous.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his black Harley Davidson gleaming with the chrome being hit by the sun from above. I’d never driven one myself, but I had always fantasized about wrapping my arms around a man from behind and feeling that engine purr underneath me.
“I’m not sure that I like the idea of being the rebound man. Normally, I like to get to know somebody first, but for you I think that I will make an exception. You have the kind of body that I could spend a whole night getting to know from the top to the bottom. You know that I’m an Alpha and I know that you’re an Omega. That makes us infinitely qualified to be together.” He reached over and touched my hand and there was this instant electricity that formed between us. My cock began to grow and it was already semi erect from the moment that he stood over me in that manly and physical way.
I swallowed hard and looked at his hand to see that his fingers were now nimbly working up and down each finger. He brought my hand over to his mouth and he sucked that first index finger and then did the same thing to the others. His tongue was igniting that part of myself and I growled underneath my breath. I didn’t want anybody to know what was going on in the corner of the café away from prying eyes.
“I just want…hot animal sex, that will keep us both going, until the crack of dawn.” I hoped that didn’t make me sound like a slut, but the idea of him manhandling me was something that I could envision in my head. “I don’t mean to be, so blunt and bold, but I’ve recently learned that my meek and mild persona is not getting me anywhere. If I don’t take the bull by the horns, then I’m going to miss out on life and I’m not sure that I can live with that.” I watched, as he continued to give my fingers the attention that I had never gotten before. His foot came over and began to move up my leg in an agonizing slow pace.
“I like that you were able to take the initiative and some Omegas are pretty much wallpaper. I don’t want some wilted flower hanging off of my arm. I know that you said that you only wanted a one night stand, but I’m not sure that that’s going to be possible. I find you attractive, sexually available and you look good enough to eat.” He fluttered his eyes in my direction and I gasped out loud. “I do mean to be bold and brazen. I like to take risks and I don’t think that you would be here, if you weren’t willing to play by my rules.” His firm hand and the way that he talked with authority had made me feel like I was ready and willing to bend over right here at the table.
“You do paint a vivid picture. What exactly do you have in mind?” He gave me back my hand, but his foot was now rubbing my crotch. It was giving me the incentive to move things along “I don’t usually throw caution to the wind, but I think I need to change a few things about myself. I always seem to attract the wrong kind of guy. This is the first time that I’ve gone out and specifically targeted a man of your caliber.” He was licking his lips and I wondered what his beard would feel like rubbing up against my thigh.
“I don’t really need to know that much about you. You certainly didn’t have to tell me about a past love and that really is none of my business. From this moment on the past means nothing and the only thing that matters is the future. I want you to get up and go to the washroom and take off your underwear.” I wasn’t sure, if he was kidding or not, but the look in his eyes told me that he was dead serious.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” He grabbed my chin and made me look right into his eye.
“I think that you want to do anything that I tell you to. If you don’t do what I ask in the next 20 seconds, then I’m going to get up and walk out that door and you will never see me again.” His ultimatum made me stand on shaky legs and walk away from the best thing that ever happened to me. I glanced over my shoulder to see that he was drumming his fingers impatiently on the table.
I went into the bathroom and into a cubicle, taking off my pants and then pulling down my silk blue underwear, until they were in my hand. I didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do with them, but I was curious to find out. When I put my black pants back on, I felt like going commando was something that I could seriously get used to. The feel of my package rubbing up against my zipper with nothing to hold it back was making it virtually impossible for anybody not to notice that I was sporting an erection that was going to beat the band.
I went over to the sink and placed my hands on the brown ugly Formica. I looked at myself in the mirror and wasn’t quite sure how I got into this. There was no way that I was going to back down, not when a slice of heaven was waiting for me back at the table. I had my underwear bunched up into my fist, hoping that nobody would notice, but not really caring, if they did or not.
“You can do this. This is what you wanted and he’s right there ready for you. Don’t be a pussy and grow a damn pair and let’s go and get this done.” I was giving myself encouragement, while turning on the taps and splashing cold water in my face. It gave me the courage to stand up and walk back to table and place my underwear right in front of him for everybody to see.
He glanced up at me and then took my underwear and put them in his pocket. He was making this noise in the pit of his stomach. He looked visibly excited and I was tempted to get down on my knees and go down on him right here and right now. It felt like I was being compelled to play the part of a submissive bitch.
“I’m beginning to think that this is going to be a start of a beautiful arrangement. There’s a motel across the street. Let me pay the bill and then we can go over there and see what we can’t do about putting a smile on both of our faces. I do hope that you like large objects to put into your mouth. I have a nice meat sandwich that has your name on it.” I was actually salivating at the chance to please him in any way. The way that he talked made me feel trapped, but it was the feeling of captivity that made me want to follow this through to the end.
“Um…I’m…not sure what you mean by that.” My voice was cracking and my inexperience was starting to show through. I’d only had two lovers and both were vastly lacking in one particular department. I never really did have anything to compare them to.
Owen took my hand and placed it up against his package. I grabbed it without thinking and I traced the length of it through his leather pants down the left side of his leg. I wasn’t quite sure that it was possible that he could possess something like that. If I were to make an educated guess, I would say that he had nine very solid inches that were ready to take me on a ride that I would never forget.
He got up and stomped over to the counter with a $20.00 bill in his hands. He passed it over to the waitress, a comely young blond woman that had the kind of tits that defied gravity. I followed behind him, staring at his ass and then looking over at the waitres
s to see that she was doing the exact same thing. I heard her whisper to me “I should’ve known that all the good ones are either married or gay. I would gladly change places with you. You are a very lucky man and I hope that you can handle what he has to dish out. I think that we can both agree that the bad boy has a certain quality that makes us crave the man underneath the leather.” I wasn’t sure how I was to answer that, so I just meekly smiled and followed the man of my dreams across the street to the motel.
I stood outside nervously and I was tempted to bite my nails, but I was trying to break that habit. It was a nasty thing to do, but it was something that I had always had from the moment that I was old enough to know any better. The motel was virtually deserted and the only vehicle in the parking lot closer to the street was a black pickup.
Chapter three
I looked at him by the bed and I couldn’t help, but to admire the way that he carried himself. I was basically shaking in my boots and he was standing there eyeing me like I was some kinda steak to be devoured. “It’s not much, but at least it has a king size bed. I do believe that we will be utilizing that.” His intention was pretty clear. I wanted to slow things down, but apparently he didn’t want any part of that.
He came over and placed his hand up against my throat cutting off my air supply and making me feel like I had bitten off more than I could chew. He was, so forceful and demanding and he had me pressed up against the door with his eyes traveling down over my body.
“I think that it would be a good idea that I leave. This wasn’t what I wanted and maybe it would the best that we shake hands and part ways.” I couldn’t believe that I was actually saying something like this. It was not what I wanted, but my body and my head were struggling to try to find a happy medium. “I’m not saying that I don’t want you, but the way that you are acting scares me.” I didn’t know where I had lost my balls, but I was going to have to find them and man up.