Omega Mine

Josie couldn’t be sure if her heat was passing or if she was just so exhausted from constant sex that her body had finally given her a bit of relief. Regardless, she didn’t stop seeking her mate’s cum, ignoring her own fatigue as she sucked Grayson’s cock; teasing licks that had him growling above her.

He smelled right, a mixture of their releases, cedarwood and apples. She could have sworn that her own scent was blending with his, common for happily mated couples. It usually occurred months into a mating, after they became familiar with one another. Not within days together. Maybe it was forming sooner because of everything they’d gone through together. Josie didn’t know, and right now? She didn’t care, eager to focus on her task.

Grayson’s hand fisted into her hair, his eyes glowing in the darkness around them as she gazed up the length of his body. He was laying within their nest, propped up on his forearm as he watched her. She was determined to pull as much cum from him as possible, but the more she kissed his shaft, the more she lost herself, wanting to explore him while she was more lucid.

“Don’t play with me, little mate,” Grayson warned, pushing her head down until she was deep-throating him. He hit the back of her mouth before sliding down her throat. She choked, only to moan a moment later as precum dribbled from his tip. Her eyes rolled back at that delicious taste and she sucked hard, head bobbing up and down as her exhaustion was completely forgotten.

Her tongue teased the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein as she impaled her mouth on his length, taking him so deep that her nose brushed his groin. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks as more milky fluid spilled down her throat. Humming appreciatively, she swallowed.

“Fuck, Josie.” Grayson groaned, his grip on the back of her head tightening as he coaxed her into a fast rhythm, moving her mouth over his shaft as he began thrusting upward. She whimpered, the sound vibrating his length, and he grunted, taking her harder. “Does my Omega need my cum?”

Josie moaned in agreement, her hands dipping around his waist and finding his ass, holding him to her face. His leg trembled, and he rammed his cock deep, bellowing her name as hot jets of cum filled her mouth. Immediately, Josie was ravenous for it, slurping and sucking on his cock like she’d never see it again and wanted to bid it a fond farewell.

“Josie,” Grayson breathed, his nostrils flaring slightly as she finally pulled her mouth away from him. She licked her lips clean, crawling up his body until she was straddling his waist. He was still hard, and as she settled her wet pussy over him, he hissed, shaft flexing against her folds.

His fingers relaxed in her hair, holding the back of her neck tenderly as he brought her face toward him. He kissed her sweetly. “Aren’t you tired, little mate?”

“No.” Josie reached between them, gripping his cock and guiding him to her entrance. “I need you again,” she murmured playfully, enjoying the way his pupils expanded, his jaw clenching as she slowly sank onto him. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?”

She didn’t get a chance to ride him how she wanted. The next thing she knew, Grayson had her pinned beneath him, kissing her fiercely as he pumped into her.

Josie was sleeping peacefully in Grayson’s arms. Her heat had finally ended after two full days of fervent sex, her temperature returning to normal and the crazed haze of lust slowly leaving her eyes. It had taken several releases on his part to ease her, and he’d found that feeding her his cum had sated her heat longer than if he only came inside her during sex. So, he’d kept her belly and her cunt full, not wanting to risk his mate experiencing another flare of symptoms if he could prevent it.

She’d seemed to love that. Hell, she’d loved everything they’d done during her heat. She’d been wild, untamed and eager for him as her pain had melted away to pleasure. At one point, Josie had even fallen asleep with his dick in her mouth, sucking little drops of cum from him when she’d begin to stir awake. Each time, it had lulled her right back to sleep.

It had been oddly arousing to experience, he’d been hard as a rock the entire night, nestled in the warm cavern of her mouth. He’d been reluctant to pull out until this morning when she’d begun shivering. That was all it had taken before he’d plucked her up into his arms, holding her close and letting the warmth from his body nurture her.

Hours had passed like this, with him holding Josie cradled to his chest while she slept, content murmurs pouring from her throat every so often.

He hadn’t even begun to process the fact that he had escaped the arena. That he was free, mated and in possession of scant few memories that were both a blessing and a curse. Later, once he’d fed and cleaned up his mate, he would dwell on his new life.

Movement outside drew his attention as one of the males approached the closed door to the shack. Grayson hadn’t emerged at all, relying on virtual strangers to keep them safe. He’d been confident enough to slaughter whoever dared step into his domain while they’d been mating, but now that a few days had passed uninterrupted, some of his doubts regarding his new companions lessened.

Although, when it came to keeping Josie safe, he’d kill whoever he needed to. Nothing mattered to him beyond her, even his so-called title.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Sighing, Grayson leaned down, placing a sweet kiss to Josie’s forehead before he slipped out of their nest. He stood up quietly so as to not wake her, glancing around for his clothing. His shirt was tucked under her head, but the pants were tossed into the far corner of the room–either her doing or his, he couldn’t quite remember.

Sliding them on and ignoring the chafing of his abused dick, he stalked toward the door, opening it quickly before stepping outside. Jameson took a few steps back, giving him plenty of room.

As the male began to speak, Grayson held a finger to his lips, demanding silence. He moved away from the building, just far enough that their low voices shouldn’t disturb Josie’s rest. He nodded toward Gemma and David, strangely pleased to see them all in one piece. Once they were an adequate distance, he turned toward the Omega, raising a brow.

“How is she?” Jameson asked, though Grayson could sense that wasn’t why he’d disturbed them just now.

“Her heat has passed. She’s resting.”

“No more flare-ups?”

“Not since last night.”

Jameson nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Good. That’s good.”

Grayson tilted his head. “What is it that you need?”

Jameson blew out a breath. “To form a plan to get the fuck out of here. We can’t delay anymore, and staying this close to the city will result in trouble for us sooner rather than later.”

Grayson’s brow wrinkled. “You said we should go to the town Hinkley to send out a distress call.” Distrust was evident in his voice, Josie’s words from days ago ringing in his ears.

Why change the plan now?

“That was before your mate brought up an excellent point. If Ortega and his men try to find their escaped prisoners, they’ll look for you there since Josie was a known resident.” Jameson shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Days have passed since the attack. They would have searched there by now,” Grayson argued confidently, though he wasn’t quite sure if he believed that.

Just how important was it that he and Josie be found by Ortega?

“We can’t be sure,” Jameson insisted. “Our best bet is to find another option. I have a few ideas–”

Grayson held up a hand. “I’ll wake Josie. She should be involved in whatever we decide.”

And as she knew far more about this rebellion she belonged to, and the surrounding cities, he trusted her input far more than he did anyone else’s.

Leaving Jameson to his own devices, he made his way back into the shack, kneeling in their nest and lifting Josie into his arms. She stirred, eyes groggily opening to stare up at him. Gently, she cupped his face. “Did you sleep at all? You look tired.”

Grayson smirked. “I’ve spent days buried between your thighs. If I look tired, it’s because I’ve had my hands full with you.”

Her face flushed, a small smile forming on her lips before she seemed to realize where exactly they were. “Did you say days? Oh God, Grayson. Jameson’s listened to us have sex for days! That’s humiliating.”

He paused, an unfamiliar emotion sweeping over him as his lips twitched. Amusement?

“There is also an Alpha female by the name of Gemma, and David, a Beta male outside. They’ve been watching over us while we’ve worked through your heat.”

“What?” Josie popped out of his arms, standing on wobbly feet. She winced, clutching her stomach before straightening.

He placed his hand over hers, features twisting with concern. “Are you injured?”

They’d fucked hard several times, but she’d been enthusiastic during. But she was so small compared to him, and he hadn’t taken that into consideration, too busy focusing on pleasuring her and himself. Had he been too rough with her?

“No, I’m just really sore, and my insides feel like mush.” Josie ran a hand through her brown hair in an attempt to untangle the mess he’d made of her silky locks. “I think we need to focus on what you just said. Are they part of the rebellion?”

“I doubt it. They were prisoners, like me. They pulled me from the rubble after the building collapsed, and helped me get here without issue.”

“They saved you?” Immediately, some of her tension eased, her shoulders slumping with relief. “Do they know who you are?”

He nodded, giving her a brief rundown of what had transpired after they’d parted ways. His mate listened intently before giving her own recap.

“Jameson mentioned that we need to find a new way to get in touch with your command center.” Grayson tasted the foreign words on his tongue, feeling naive to the world around him.

Josie nodded. “Before we do that, I think I should tell you about the rebellion, my part in it and everything that brought me to you.” She bit her lower lip, wrinkling her nose.

“What is it?”

She moved to him, placing her arms around his shoulders and holding him close. After a few moments, she answered. “I’m just worried that when I tell you everything, you’ll resent your mother, and by proxy, me.”

Grayson tilted his head back, staring at his mate in confusion.

“Why would I resent you or my mother?” he asked quietly, tension tightening his shoulders. She noticed, her fingers kneading his flesh immediately.

“Because, Grayson… Bethany, your mother, is the Omega Prime leading the rebellion. She’s the one who sent Jameson. She had to have known you were imprisoned here for years, and she didn’t attempt a rescue. Not once. Not until she sent me to you. I-I’m not even sure how she knew we were mates, but why else would I have been chosen to find you? This whole thing smells like a setup, and I don’t know why.”

Grayson stiffened, pulling away from her to pace the length of the room. Indecision, fury and sadness rode him hard, memories of the night he was taken clouding his mind until he couldn’t stand it. He paused, turning back to his mate.

He pinned her with a hard stare, lip curling into a snarl as he said, “Josie, my mother is dead.”