Omega Reimagined volume 2

by Tanya Chris

  “I never expected to mate with a cop,” Daisy said dreamily. “I used to think they were so hot—all that macho authority and the romance of them risking their lives in service to the community. Then I started having to deal with them as a sex worker. Too many of them are opportunistic bullies, arresting me for what they wanted to steal from me. But you’re not like that. You do it right.”

  “Do I?” He’d gotten Daisy clean and was debating whether or not to jerk him off quick. “I’m not trying to be a hero, just a good partner to you.”

  “I know.” Daisy stilled his hands and turned to make eye contact that Quoitrel wanted to duck away from. He was shy from the praise and choked up by how good it felt. “I meant it earlier. From now on, my heats are yours.”

  “Thank you.” He didn’t want to be a stereotypically possessive alpha, but heat was too special a time to share. He snatched Daisy up into a hug hard enough to make him squeal, irrepressibly grateful that these days of frenzied fucking would be just for them. “But you’re not giving up sex work altogether, right?”

  “No, sorry.”

  “You don’t have to be sorry. I like that you’re a sex worker. But I guess you know that.”

  Daisy gave him a flirtatious grin. “You perv.”

  “Your perv.”

  “Thanks for being my alpha, Sheriff.”

  “Oh, little one.” Quoitrel tipped their foreheads together. “Thank you so much for letting me claim you.”

  Apparently they weren’t the only ones who’d slipped away while the council was debating, because people were streaming in through the wide doors from the street as Quoitrel ushered Daisy into the throne room. Tarek and Donovan had a spot right in front, so Quoitrel maneuvered his way over to them. He liked the idea of being near two alphas who weren’t susceptible to Daisy’s heat pheromones—just in case all hell broke loose at whatever the council was about to say.

  An anxious hush fell as the council filed in. Angel had been sitting in one of the chairs next to the throne, but he rose and moved to the side so the Senior Member could take center stage. She read a long proclamation, the effect of which was that going forward, North Leland would be ruled by a triumvirate rather than a single person—one alpha, one beta, and one omega.

  “Until such time as a new constitution can be ratified and election protocols determined,” the Senior Member continued, “we’re asking Prince Angel to fill the head alpha role and to appoint a head beta and head omega to serve with him.”

  Angel stepped over to address the crowd, his smile indicating his satisfaction with the council’s ruling. “I do have a few candidates in mind. The wolves I’m about to name were instrumental in our recent victory over the Western Pack. But more importantly, they exemplify the principles I hope to see enshrined in our new constitution. For head omega, I appoint my husband, Leo. Forgive the indulgence. He really does deserve it.”

  The crowd cheered, Daisy louder than anyone. With Leo as head omega, his right to practice sex work was secure.

  “For head beta,” Angel continued when the applause had died down, “I appoint Macy Rio Verde.”

  Equally strong cheers serenaded Macy as she made her way onto the platform. No one could argue with her as a choice. There probably wasn’t a more determined beta in the whole Northern Pack.

  “Unfortunately,” Angel said when the crowd had quieted down again, “I still can’t accept the role of head alpha, so I’m going to name Sheriff Quoitrel in my place.”

  Angel was naming who to what now?

  “That’s you,” Daisy whispered, prodding him in the side with an unsexy elbow. “Don’t just stand there with your mouth open looking like a fool. You’re head alpha now, handsome.”

  Still in a daze, Quoitrel climbed the wide marble stairs to the dais and shook hands with Angel and the Senior Member, then with his co-rulers, Macy and Leo.

  Co-rulers. He had co-rulers.

  Because he’d just become head alpha of the Northern Pack.

  Epilogue

  Quoitrel stretched his legs out in front of him, opening them wider to give his cock room to grow. On the other side of the two-way mirror, Daisy opened his legs too. He was on his back, his knees jacked up to his ears the way only he could do it, looking like an origami flower folded into the perfect depiction of beauty. He had his head thrown back, exposing the full length of his neck in a graceful arc. Quoitrel could make out his claiming mark on it—two upper punctures and two lower punctures, forming a dusky circle on Daisy’s golden skin.

  The alpha between Daisy’s legs blocked his view of Daisy’s cock, but he knew it would be hard. The alpha was a handsome one—big, with a deeply resonant voice—and he used his cock like a battering ram, rocking Daisy with the force of his thrusts as Daisy’s moans egged him on.

  Quoitrel slid his hand slowly up his own shaft, letting it linger at the top before sliding it just as slowly back down. He was determined to wait the alpha out, to save his hard-on for when Daisy could join him, but the scene being played out in front of him was making that difficult. He loved this mirror.

  By now, Daisy would be dying to come too. He was getting it so good, his little body being tossed like dandelion fluff, the bangles on his wrists and ankles jingling an erotic melody. Quoitrel couldn’t see the alpha’s knot, but he could hear it—that wet pop. And he could see it on Daisy’s face. Every intrusion, every withdrawal.

  The alpha’s muscled ass heaved back and forth, clenching with the strength of his thrusts. His grunts grew deeper, a contrast to the tinkle of Daisy’s bells and the squeak of his exhalations. The client placed a hand on Daisy’s cock, but Daisy eased it away, mumbling something Quoitrel could barely hear about the alpha’s pleasure being his only desire. Quoitrel knew the real reason Daisy didn’t want the client to stroke him. He was saving himself, same as Quoitrel was. Quoitrel might feel bad about the client not getting to make Daisy come, except the guy knew he was being watched. He was almost certainly getting off on it, and he’d gotten a discount for it too. What he didn’t get was to make Daisy come. That was Quoitrel’s job.

  Which was why he slowed his hand down even further, toying with himself instead of full-out stroking, teasing around his head with a single fingertip while his cock begged for the whole fist and Daisy begged for a knot. Daisy would be getting more than one knot tonight.

  There were nights when Daisy was too tired for more sex, but there were nights when Quoitrel was too tired for sex too. Running an entire pack was draining—way more responsibility than being sheriff in a town with very little crime. Sometimes he just wanted to wrap his arms around his beautiful omega and fall asleep with his nose buried in a fragrant pile of hair. But when the two of them did get their freak on, they got it on good, and this two-way mirror Daisy had installed in their bedroom was one of the ways they did it.

  The alpha on the other side of the mirror gave it up with a groan. Daisy gasped as the flood of spunk filling him pushed him even closer to orgasm. Quoitrel kept his eyes on Daisy’s face, watching him struggle to hold back his climax, struggling himself. It would be okay if they let go like this—Daisy on one side of the mirror, him on the other. It would still be them having sex with each other, and it would still be amazing, and they’d still have their cuddle after, but oh Great Moon it was something else to wait.

  He swore he could feel his own cock pulsing in Daisy’s hole, the blinding pleasure of his knot jammed up against Daisy’s prostate. In reality, it throbbed in his hand, threatening to spill as Daisy keened and keened, loud enough that the wall might as well not be there, the sound caressing Quoitrel like an extra set of fingers. They were both right there on the edge, but neither of them let go.

  The client sagged heavily onto Daisy’s body. Then, with a muttered apology, he rolled over so that he was on his back with Daisy straddling him. Now Daisy’s hole pointed straight at the mirror—shiny and stretched, fluttering around the alpha’s cock as Daisy milked the come from it. Daisy would be damp when Quo
itrel took him. Wet inside and out, and so easy to fuck.

  Quoitrel squeezed the base of his cock where his knot had already risen. That was okay. Daisy would come to him ready for it. Their fuck would be brief after all this foreplay, both of them beyond ready to pop. Daisy was over there moaning, his body twitching like he was still too close, and the alpha was loving it, swiping his big paws over Daisy’s ass, separating his cheeks to give Quoitrel a better view, then squeezing them together again to strengthen the grip Daisy had on his cock.

  Daisy was so beautiful with a cock up his ass. Quoitrel would never get tired of it. He could watch this all day except fuck, he was so close. He breathed through his teeth. Watching, watching. His pulse settling slightly as the action on the other side of the mirror became more of a cuddle than a fuck. He continued stroking himself, though there was no chance of his cock deflating, staying right on that dangerous edge as he thought about possession and perfection and how much he loved watching Daisy get fucked and how much he was going to love fucking him himself in just one… more… minute.

  Finally, the alpha’s cock softened its way out of Daisy’s ass and Daisy saw him to the door. Quoitrel’s view of the room didn’t extend that far, but he knew Daisy would kiss the client goodbye, top him off with some flattery, then send him on his way a supremely happy man. Daisy would wave as the client strolled down the hall, and then three, two, one—

  “Oh Great Moon, I need you to fuck me.” Daisy tumbled through the door right into his lap.

  Quoitrel rose, Daisy firmly in his grasp, and backed his way up to their bed. “Didn’t he do it good?”

  “Too good. Couldn’t you hear him?”

  “Oh yeah.” He laid Daisy down on their pearlescent pink sheets to get a gander at his hole. “Opened you wide.”

  “Fuck, his knot was huge. I was so ready to come it was killing me. Oh, what I do for you.”

  “Mm.” Quoitrel fingered the gaping hole. “I like the idea of you suffering for it a little. You get laid three times a day.”

  “Yeah, well, let’s make it four. Snap, snap, handsome. I’ve had enough fingers in my ass already.”

  “How about a tongue?” He hitched Daisy’s hips higher and got his mouth in between his legs to suck down his favorite combo of Daisy’s slick mixed with another alpha’s load. This was him reclaiming his omega, making Daisy his again. For tonight and always.

  Daisy groaned loud enough to shake the whole place down. “Noooo. I need to come.” He reached for his cock, but Quoitrel growled at him and he dropped it again. “I hate you right now.”

  If Quoitrel’s mouth wasn’t so busy, he’d tell Daisy how badly he needed to come too, but he didn’t stop what he was doing until he’d sucked every last bit of the alpha’s load out of Daisy’s hole. Sweet, sweet torture. For both for them. When he finally eased his cock inside Daisy’s open ass—his entry smooth as satin thanks to the stretching and the slick—they both sighed their relief. It would all be over soon. No way to make it last longer, not when it was this good.

  Quoitrel’s knot popped in and out with relative ease. That client really had been hung. The extra looseness allowed him to pick up his pace, to snap his hips harder and drill his nails deeper, to get in another thrust and then another until he just couldn’t any more. He buried himself with a feral howl, dimly hearing Daisy’s matching howl as they shook their way to a blinding mutual orgasm.

  When some semblance of sanity had returned, he rolled onto his back so he could relax without squishing his little omega. Daisy wiggled himself up onto his knees and did his patented move that was part belly dance, part massage—rolling his hips and squeezing his sphincter until they both just about passed out with pleasure. He had his back arched and his head tipped back with his mouth open and his eyes closed—the hottest, most beautiful, most desirable omega in all the five packs.

  When people remarked to Quoitrel about how far he’d come or how lucky he was to be in his position, he was always surprised to realize they meant the head alpha thing, because no position could be better than the one he was in that very minute—acting as Daisy’s fucktoy while Daisy milked all the come out of them both. Finally Daisy slumped down onto his chest.

  “Come on, sweetheart.” Quoitrel propped him up again. “Do your spinny thing.”

  With the last of his energy, Daisy rotated himself around so he was facing Quoitrel’s feet, then Quoitrel got them snuggled onto their sides so Daisy could be the little spoon like he liked. He would fall asleep now, happy and knotted, while Quoitrel struggled to stay awake, wanting just one more minute. They still had so much to figure out as a pack, and he was neck deep in all of it, but this here was the good stuff.

  “How was your day?” Daisy asked with a giant yawn.

  “Perfect.” Because any day he got to come home to Daisy couldn’t be anything else.

  ~The End~

  Not ready for the story to end? Read Omega Resolved, a short epilogue to the series featuring Angel and Leo, free on my website.

  Thank You!

  Omega Reimagined has been a wild ride. Thanks for coming along with me. I’m sad about leaving North Leland and all its wild and non-comforming citizens but happy they got the happy ending they deserved.

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  Thanks for being a reader! The world needs more of us.

  Tanya

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