Vegan-licious Omega (5 page)

Wolves didn’t kill other rivals for
no reason especially when mates were concerned, and werewolves mated for life.
He really means to keep me, Ricky thought. A sob caught in his throat and the
dark desire in the other man’s eyes began to dissipate and turn to concern.

“Ricky, you asked me just now why I
needed to get used to the taste of vegetables, remember?” Don placed a hand on
his shoulder.

The Beta’s scent rolled off him.
Unable to help himself, Ricky leaned a little closer to inhale his wonderful
masculine scent. Wildness caressed his nostrils. Don smelled of blood, wood and
triumphant fury. It felt like a bolt seared down his chest and settled to a
dull ache to his cock.

“Yes. I remember,” Ricky managed.

Don smiled, and that smile told him
the other man was aware of his reaction.

“I guess I do have to spell it out
for you, little Omega.” Don leaned closer.

The press of the rock hard muscles
of his bare chest felt unbelievable against Ricky’s shirt. He groaned, wanting
to feel his own nude skin sliding against his mate.

“Spell it out for me,” Ricky
pressed, running his hand across the expense of the other man’s chest.

“You’re my mate now, Ricky. You
belong to me, and I’m the only one who can have that sweet mouth, springy cock
and sweet ass of yours,” Don growled.

His large impatient hands didn’t
wait for Ricky’s response. They only fumbled for his shirt and seconds later,
Ricky stood naked in front of him. One look at the primal desire in the other
man’s eyes no longer made him feel conscious about his lean and awkward body.
The notion of solely belonging to the aggressive dominant wolf in front of him
thrilled him to no end.

Each touch of Don’s hands on his
body made him moan. Cradling him in his powerful arms, Don lowered his head to
one of his nipples. Brief pain made him cry out when Don bit teasingly into the
hardening bud, but it soon melted to pleasure, and it was pleasure at being
marked by his mate.

“Liked that, little Omega?” Don
whispered against his ear, making him shudder.

Ricky felt the slight edge of his
teeth moving down his neck, his tongue circling and exploring an area he’d like
to mark. The torment was nearly too much for Ricky and just when he’d thought
Don changed his mind, he bit and the mix of pain and pleasure made his head
reel.

“Beg me,” Don said, licking his
lips.

“What?”

Ricky couldn’t speak after, not
when Don began to playfully nip on his lower lip and then began to suck on both
of them, making Ricky’s toes curl in sheer anticipation. Their tongues tangled
with each other, seeking to taste and explore the warmth that poured from each
of them.

It wasn’t just a joining of their
physical bodies, but also a joining of their metaphysical bestial halves. Their
phantom wolves tangled and danced, their eager bodies brushing and sliding
against each other in recognition of a perfect fit. A howl of triumph emerged
from Don’s throat, making Ricky shudder in anticipation.

“Beg me!” Don demanded again and
the sheer authority in his voice made his submissive wolf happily bow its head
to its mate.

Knowing what his mate wanted to
hear, Ricky said, “Fuck me. By the Gods, fuck me already.”

“Good, little
Omega.
Very good.”
Don nuzzled his neck once
and then the world slightly wobbled.

Ricky shrieked when his legs were
no longer standing on solid ground. The corded muscles in Don’s arms didn’t
even look the least bit strained as they carried him to the bedroom.

“I feel like a bride.” Ricky yelped
when Don tossed him on the bed.

“A bride about to
be ravished.”
Don smiled and the look in his eyes as he used them to
rake Ricky from head to
toe,
made his heart thump. To
go home to this wonderfully frightening, overprotective, and unexpectedly kind
man each night made his throat tighten with emotions.

“Fuck
me
,”
Ricky pleaded again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk properly in the morning, Don.”

He yelped again when Don turned him
over, and positioned him on all fours at the edge of the bed. Ricky whimpered
when Don pressed one finger around the muscles of his ass.

“Is your tight little ass ready for
me, Ricky?”

“More than ready,” Ricky answered,
spreading his legs further and wriggling his ass mockingly at the other man.

Don laughed, slapping his buttocks
and nearly making him jump.

“Be a good boy. I’ll only be gone a
second to get the lube.”

Even though Don was only gone for
less than a minute, Ricky began to push and wriggle his bottom again upon his
return. Don slapped it again, making him moan.

“You like being spanked, my little
vegan Omega?”

“No. I don’t,” Ricky lied, glad Don
couldn’t see his flushed face.

Another stinging slap on his left
cheek soon betrayed him. He moaned just as the pleasure began to spread, but Don’s
bare hand smacked him again.

“Oh hell, yes,” Ricky moaned.

He felt Don’s lubed and wet finger
working its way around the ring of muscles in his slit. His entire body
throbbed with excitement. Ricky groaned, feeling Don
slide
one finger in and then another. Then he scissored them, preparing his access.
Just thinking of the other man’s long meaty cock inside him made him push his snatch
against Don’s hand again. For his efforts, Don smacked him again, laughing.

Ricky only whined his impatience.

“I think I’m going to enjoy you
very much, Ricky. I wanted to ram my cock into this sweet hole of yours the
moment I spotted it in the grocery.”

Don palmed his slightly stinging
bottom and then landed a few more smacks. Ricky’s own cock felt strained and
full by the time his mate entered just the tip of his cock inside his ready
asshole.

“Beg me again,” Don ordered and
once Ricky did, Don slammed the entire length of him into his waiting slit.

 
Ricky gasped at the slight sting, and the gasp
was soon replaced by a moan as Don grabbed his hips and began to withdraw out
of him. Another groan tickled out of him when Don rammed his cock into him
again.

“You like that, baby?” Don asked,
palming the reddened flesh.

“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me harder,
Don. Faster,” Ricky moaned.

Don delivered another swat again,
and another. Each slap came harder and faster just as his cock slid smoothly
inside him. The intensity of the duel sensations of Don’s warm hand and his
steel-hard cock managed to rob Ricky of his awareness. His entire body hummed
and offered itself eagerly to the tune of Don’s thrusts and the loud smack of
his hand. Stings spread across his bottom, and pain mingled wonderfully with
pleasure.

“Touch
yourself
,”
Don grunted.

Clutching one hand on the sheets,
Ricky lifted his other to fist his throbbing cock. It practically sighed in his
hand as he began to pump. The triple sensations swept every rational thought
away. In a few moments, he was close to coming and he had a feeling Don was
too.

“Fuck, can you feel that, baby? I’m
coming.” Don made one last deep thrust inside him until his balls were touching
Ricky’s marked skin, and then he erupted.

His warm sticky cum exploded inside
Ricky, and his own cock gave way.
 
He
felt Don’s steady hands on his waist when he began to empty his cock. Need and
desire swept through him, making his entire body shake and shudder. His mate
let Ricky sag against him, the solid feel of him a wonder.

“Liked that, didn’t you?” Don asked
later when they were both snuggled in freshly changed sheets. Ricky felt his
hand linger on his aching behind.

“It was hot,” Ricky admitted,
closing his eyes when he felt Don’s lips against his neck. “I feel so spoiled.”

“You deserved to be spoiled, Ricky.
You’re my mate now and I if I want to spoil you rotten, I’ll do so.” Don
nuzzled his neck, sniffing at his scent. “In fact, I’m even going to make some
light and fluffy vegan pancakes for us tomorrow.”

“You will?” A sob nearly caught
itself in Ricky’s throat. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get used to being
with an overbearing, possessive, and wonderful mate. “How do you know vegan
recipes anyway?”

“From Jack, Derrick’s
mate.
Derrick’s a diabetic, you know. Jack’s trying to convince him to
eat more veggies.” Don sounded distracted and Ricky could feel his wet tongue
on his neck. The other man firmly tightened his arms around his waist, as if he
was afraid Ricky could somehow slip away.

“When you said I should stay with
you while you waited for your Alpha’s verdict, I didn’t expect you’d keep me,”
Ricky pointed out.

“Hell I didn’t either, but I don’t
regret the decision one bit. Carlos said I can do what I want with you, so I
claimed you as my mate.
Any complaints?”
Don sounded
annoyed, so Ricky turned his head to kiss him on the lips.

“No complaints,” Ricky answered. He
buried his head contently at the hollow of the other man’s throat, feeling
satiated and happy.

Epilogue

The Alpha of the Starr Mountain pack
gritted his teeth when he heard the news. Some of the wolves he sent to Dark
Creek (the town near New Haven) to investigate came back with Clive’s badly
mangled and mutilated body. There was no mistaking how Clive died. He was
mauled and torn apart by the New Haven wolves like a prime piece of meat.

“Did you find the body of the Omega
trash?” Jax asked.

When his wolves gave each other
frightened and nervous looks, the knowledge of Ricky’s betrayal filled him and
coated his vision in white-hot fury. The growl he let out sent his weaker
wolves scrambling for cover. Jax’s skin rippled and his bones began to make
popping sounds to make way for his bellowing and enraged wolf.

His half-shifted claws caught one
of his small newly shifted brown beasts, and tossed it against the table. The
table shattered, the wolf whimpered, and rolled over on its back to bare its
neck and belly to him in pure submission. Reeling in his anger, Jax ignored
him.

He was Alpha to the most powerful
pack in the Quad Cities for a reason, and he didn’t win and claw his way up the
ranks because he was a brute who only knew how to answer violence with
violence.

While Jax Starr didn’t care about
the loss of an Omega from his pack, the loss of two powerful Betas from his
pack did. Sending Clive wasn’t the best move on his part. The fool must’ve
crossed territory borders for some brainless reason. Still, the state Clive’s
corpse was found in was nearly a declaration of war.

To make matters worse, he just
learned
his own son Derrick was now one of Carlos Medina’s
right-hand wolves. While Jax always suspected Derrick to be a formidable and
powerful wolf in his own right, he certainly didn’t expect that stuttering tub
of lard to become a second to one of the most vicious and isolated packs in the
Quad Cities.

“Alpha, I suspect the New Haven pack
didn’t expect us to dig up Clive’s hastily disposed body,” observed Reed, one
of his most powerful enforcers. The scarred old Beta was probably one of the
few wolves in his pack brave enough to speak his mind even when Jax was in one
of his destructive rages.

“The New Haven pack has gone on
long enough thinking they can exist and rule in their own little world,” Jax
decided, his voice hard. “It’s time we teach those mongrels that there’s a
bigger world out there where the real monsters rule.”

The End

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