Vegan-licious Omega (2 page)

All the breath was knocked out of
him as a hundred and fifty, maybe two hundred pounds of fur and muscles knocked
him into the ground. Ricky frantically craned his help to yell for help, but
even the small number of humans loitering around the sidewalk were nowhere in
sight.

“Please. I’ll do anything you want.
I’m sorry,” Ricky pleaded, dropping the box of Tofurky to raise his arms in
defense. The words flowed out of him so naturally and easily that he
immediately felt his wolf’s loathing at his cowardice.

A quick snap of canines made him
whimper. More unpleasant memories battered at him. While the scars always
healed, the dominant wolves in his pack liked to mark him during sex. Being
under a fully shifted wolf like this, he almost went into a panic attack. His
heart threatened to burst and his lungs labored to keep his breaths even. Ricky
couldn’t be calm though, until he realized the wolf on top of him wasn’t doing
anything but studying him.

There was no promise of violence or
of pain. Don kept his claws sheathed and while his jaws were within biting
distance, they didn’t move in for a kill. Now that Ricky wasn’t panicking, he
could appreciate the handsome beast above him. In wolf form, Don’s fur was a
startling and beautiful pure snow-white. He kept those intense and drowning
blue eyes too, and Ricky remembered a man still lurked behind the skin of the
animal, a man who was open to reason.

Was his intention only to stop Ricky
and have a talk?

“Okay you got me. I’m not going
anywhere, I promise,” Ricky said, hoping those were the words the wolf wanted
to hear.

He groaned when Don began to sniff
at his face and neck, as if he was trying to familiarize himself with Ricky’s scent.
“Can you get off me now?

Don didn’t get off him, but the fur
began to flow out of his body like the gentle motion of waves. Ricky had never
seen such a smooth transformation and he was glad he didn’t decide to fight
with claws and teeth. He’d lose and lose badly.

The other wolf’s masculine scent
began to roll off him.
A delicious mix of sweat, leather and
soap.
A different sort of whimper emerged from his lips when smooth hard
human flesh was now above him. It wasn’t just Don’s flesh that was hard either.

Ricky gulped, feeling the other
man’s growing erection. What would it be like, to feel that glorious length
pressed against his bare
belly,
and what more if it
teased its way between his ass cheeks? It was even better if Ricky had his
meaty shaft in his mouth. Some male submissive wolves didn’t like sucking cock,
but Ricky rather enjoyed the power of having another man’s most fragile and
intimate piece in his mouth. Ricky also suspected he’d immensely enjoy running
his lips and teeth over Don’s cock so he could watch him squirm.

His wolf sat up, eager and horny.
It whispered suggestively in his ear, “I like this dominant wolf. He’s careful,
deadly and beautiful, and he can be our mate.”

Shit.

“You don’t have to be afraid,
little wolf. Like I said, I just want to talk,” Don said, still above him.

Both his corded arms balanced on
either side of Ricky’s shoulders. Those delicious biceps were something to be
admired and Ricky was tempted to peek at the hint of ink curling around his
shoulders.

“It looks like you want to do more
than talk,” Ricky muttered.

The right thing to do to save his
skin was shut up, but like always, his defiance always got the better of him.
Suddenly those intense blue eyes turned to laughing blue eyes. A smile appeared
on his lips.

“You mean this?” Keeping one hand
pressed against the concrete to balance
himself
, the
other trailed with deliberate slowness down his delicious chest and belly, and
curled around his happy cock. Ricky wriggled uncomfortably beneath him.

“Or this?”
Don then pressed his large hand on the bulge in Ricky’s jeans.

The pressure of his hand over his
crotch was enough to make him moan with need.

Double shit.
If this goes on, I might just allow a strange wolf to fuck me out in
the open.

“It seems to me you want the same
thing as I do, little Omega.” Don grinned, showing his perfect white teeth.

“My name isn’t little wolf or
little Omega. It’s Ricky. Ricky Starr,” Ricky managed.

With all the nerve and little
courage he could muster, he pushed the dominant wolf off him. Don fell back on
his ass, and before his stance turned aggressive and Ricky could find the white
wolf tearing at his throat, he leaned forward and thrust his head between the
other man’s legs.

“What the hell do you think you’re
doing?”

Once Ricky’s hungry mouth closed
over Don’s cock though, the dominant wolf ceased to speak. Ricky prided himself
on giving the best blowjobs, and he’d showed Don not to belittle him. He licked
off the pearl of pre-cum that gathered on the head of Don’s shaft and began his
work.

As his tongue began to explore
Don’s excited throbbing length, Ricky wondered why giving Don a blowjob felt
different somehow. When Don’s hand fisted into his hair, it didn’t frighten
Ricky. It felt good. Ricky ran his tongue up and down, ignoring Don’s
tightening grip on his hair.

“Damn it, Ricky,” Don growled
impatiently.

Ricky glowed with pleasure at the
sound of his name on the other man’s lips. Ricky set just a bit of teeth and
the other man’s hips buckled. An appreciative half-groan and half-growl from
Don made him shiver. The man was clearly enjoying every second of the service
Ricky provided and the strange thing was
,
Ricky was
happy to be providing it. His hot mouth was finally filled with Don’s now fully
erect length, and Ricky savored every inch and every taste of him. Ricky felt
his jaws widen and began to take him fully whole.

“Fuck, little wolf. If I’d known
you were this good, I should’ve just put you on your knees and shoved my cock
into your mouth.”

Ricky would’ve smiled if he could,
but he only began to withdraw his mouth and took Don’s shaft again. Don thrust
his hips in unison with his mouth and Ricky knew he was close.

“I’m coming, Ricky,” Don breathed.

A final shudder passed through his
body, and he then he exploded. Hot strings of cum erupted into his mouth and
Ricky made sure not to spill a single drop. Once this little affair was over,
at least he could remember what it was like to taste a man like Don. A man, who
despite his aggressive and dominant demeanor, was also careful and
honorable
.

Ricky understood the difference
between pleasing Don and pleasing the wolves in his pack. The wolves in his
pack only tolerated him because of his worth as a fuck toy, but with Don, they
were only two men enjoying each other. It was simple as Ricky enjoying giving
Don
pleasure
, and the other wolf appreciating his
efforts.

It was mind numbing to wonder and
fantasize about what it would be like to have a mate like Don, but Ricky wasn’t
born yesterday. After hearing what he’d have to say and his reasons for being
in New Haven, a loyal wolf like Don would probably hand him over to his Alpha
for judgment.

Ricky found Don’s eyes on him once
he finished. His pupils were dilated and heavy with desire and a hunger that
made Ricky wary. Then, his pupils went back to normal as reason returned.

“Putting aside the fact that I’ve
just received the best blow job in my life, did you just say your name was
Starr?
From the Starr Mountain pack?”
Suspicion
returned to Don’s eyes. “Are you here for Derrick?”

“I was supposed to bring him back
on my Alpha’s orders.” The hell with lies, Ricky found he longer cared. Why lie
for a pack that only treated him as a fuckable doormat? Dying in another pack’s
territory even felt like a better alternative than returning to the hell that
was his life.

“And how are you going to bring me
back, Omega?”

Ricky’s head swiveled to the new
voice. The same bulky man from the grocery stood beside the slender
man ,
his arms crossed.

“Derrick, didn’t I tell you I have
this?” Don said tightly.

“Yes, you did and I respect your
decision being one of the enforcers of the pack, but when you do something like
this in the open, I have to step in.”
 
Derrick gestured to the two of them vaguely.

“Do what?” Don fired back.

“Let a strange wolf give you a
blowjob,” the slim man beside Derrick pointed out. He wasn’t a dominant or
powerful wolf, Ricky noticed.

“This does not concern you, Gamma,”
Don snapped, hauling on his jeans.

“It does when he apparently comes
from my old pack,” Derrick answered coolly.

“He has a name and his name is
Ricky,” Ricky said defensively, standing up.

“Ricky.” Derrick frowned, as if he
was searching his memory banks. “As I recall, you’re Clive’s mate.”

“Mate?
Don’t make me laugh. Clive doesn’t give a shit whether I end up dead from this
suicidal mission,” Ricky said defensively.

The emotion rippling across Don’s
face wasn’t all that hard to read. Ricky swallowed, tasting the palpable and
overwhelming rage there. Somehow he suspected it was rage not because of what
he was sent here to do, but rage on his account.

“Clive. Is that the wolf
who
hurts you?” Don’s voice grew frighteningly quiet and
dangerous.

“How do you know that?” Ricky
whispered, suddenly not liking the fact that this man seemed to take more interest
in him than he wanted.

“From the way you’ve reacted ever
since I’ve chased you down. Abused wolf is written all over you.”

Ricky stiffened at his words. He
unconsciously felt himself bend down to pick the fallen box of Tofurky off the
ground.

He gritted his teeth and said, “I’m
not asking for pity, especially from someone like you, Don.”

A sudden shove suddenly sent him
stumbling back and Ricky caught sight of Don’s angry and narrowed eyes. “What
the hell does that mean?”

“It means a strong dominant wolf
like you will never understand what it’s like for us weaker and submissive
wolves,” Ricky spat,
then
turned to Derrick. “You’re
the New Haven pack second? Congratulations.”

Derrick frowned, the expression on
his face unreadable. The slender man beside him began to speak, but he placed a
gentle hand on his shoulder. That single tender gesture told Ricky the other
man was more than just another wolf. He was Derrick’s mate and Ricky understood
why the man would never be returning to the Starr Mountain pack. It was a
well-known fact that Derrick Starr wasn’t just the Alpha’s prodigal son: the
Alpha considered him an overweight embarrassment. Derrick wasn’t overweight any
longer and he didn’t appear like an embarrassment either, Ricky mused with some
satisfaction.

“I see,” Ricky said with a heavy
sigh.

“What do you see?” Derrick asked.

There was a quiet strength to him
that Ricky envied. A subtle strength Don didn’t possess. While Ricky could
sense his power, he wasn’t afraid of him. He reminded Ricky of a steady rock,
while Don was all fire. He wasn’t just a fire Ricky was sure would burn him,
but one that could consume him.

“That it’s no use trying to
convince you. You’ve found your mate and a place here,” Ricky choked.
Unexplainable hot tears filled Ricky’s eyes. Damn it all. These men didn’t have
to see him cry. “So I’m found out, what’ll happen next?”

“For now,
nothing.
We need to discuss this matter with Carlos, our pack Alpha.”
Derrick seemed to understand the stricken expression on his face, because he
patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about the rumors. He’s not so bad.”

Don snorted. “We need to make sure
that you won’t leave town though. That’s why you’re staying with me for the
duration.”

“What? No way in hell will I be
staying with
you.
” The outburst came out of Ricky’s
mouth before he knew it. “Can’t I stay with Derrick and his mate instead?”

“I think Jack will kill you before
that happens,” Don said dryly, nodding to the slender dark-haired Gamma.
“Why, afraid of me?”

“No.” Ricky shoved the melted
Tofurky box into his arms.

Don didn’t bother with putting on
his shoes and shirt and Ricky suspected it was purposely for his benefit.

“What’s this?” He frowned, gingerly
holding out the box as if it was poison.

“We can share. Weren’t you eyeing
it earlier?”

“Hell no.
I was eying the frozen steaks above it, who the hell eats that shit?”

Ricky gave him a cold look. “Vegan
werewolves do.”

While Don’s laughter sounded sexy,
it irked Ricky. Don finally stopped, noticing his glare. “You’re kidding,
right?”

“No I’m not.” Ricky attempted to
wrench the box back, but Don held it at arm’s length. He snarled, “Give it back
then!”

“Alright then, we’ll be leaving you
two alone,” Derrick said awkwardly. After their footsteps faded away, Don
finally gave in.

“Hey, Don?”

“Yeah?”
Don finished dressing up.

“Why didn’t the residents blink an
eye after you know, you shifted and all?”

“We have an agreement with the
humans,” Don grinned at his wide eyes. “Welcome to New Haven, Ricky.”

Ricky wasn’t sure why a shot of
warmth filled him at those words. He began to feel shaken and he followed Don
back to his apartment. The feelings he associated with those words troubled
him. They felt wrong. The New Haven pack might have welcomed a strong Beta like
Derrick into their arms, but a different sort of welcome awaited a treacherous
weak Omega like him.

His stomach did an odd flip as he
watched the line of Don’s strong back. Ricky was right about the curve of his
ass. It was rounded and firm, just the way he liked them. He shut his eyes
tightly for a moment. If the next few days were his last, at least he’d spend
them in style, tumbling in the sheets of a gorgeous wolf.