Tamed by His Omega

by Marie Medina

  We have to be careful with him. He’s fragile, smaller than any of the others, and much more precious.

  His wolf snapped at him, a rumbling growl coming from deep within.

  Yes, yes, you’ve known how precious he is all along. From now on, I’ll follow your lead.

  The wolf calmed some, especially when Ryden ran two fingers between Owen’s cheeks and massaged his hole. Ryden moved in to let his mouth take the place of his fingers, and his wolf surfaced a bit more. Ryden didn’t even try to stop him as they became one in pleasuring their mate so intimately. Owen’s rambling cries made no sense, except when he said Ryden’s name, but his pleasure couldn’t be mistaken.

  When he felt the tension ready to break, he flipped his mate over and sucked him to completion. Owen screamed out his release, jolting up as he doubled over in pleasure. His nails raked over Ryden’s back before his hands planted in Ryden’s hair, massaging his scalp.

  As Ryden straightened to look at his mate, Owen continued caressing his hair. “I love your hair,” Owen said. “Want to feel it all around me all the time.”

  “I imagine you’ll wake tangled in it some mornings,” Ryden said. “I do if I don’t braid it.”

  Owen smiled. “Won’t mind at all.”

  Ryden rose from the bed, and Owen tried to tug him back. He freed himself and said, “I’ve warmed you up nicely, but we still need lube.”

  Owen seemed to relax, but only a little. “Hurry up then.”

  Ryden returned quickly with the bottle, and a growl rose up as he saw Owen on his hands and knees again. He covered Owen’s body with his and bit his shoulder. He rubbed his hard cock over Owen’s ass and kissed the back of his neck as the little omega arched to show his need. But then Ryden moved away and rolled Owen over again.

  Owen looked confused, and Ryden said, “I want to see you.”

  Owen’s hands were in his hair again right away. “Suppose I’ll allow it.” A playful smile touched his lips, and his eyes showed how much he liked Ryden wanting to look into his face as they completed the claiming. Owen laughed softly when Ryden arched a brow at that comment, and the omega wiggled enticingly.

  Seeing Owen wasn’t likely to release his hair and hold his own legs, Ryden lifted them to his shoulder as best he could, given their height difference. It wouldn’t matter once they got down to it anyway. He’d have his little mate wrapped completely around his body, his hair shutting out the world as they tangled together. “You’ll allow it, you say?” he asked. He slicked his fingers and began to prepare Owen.

  Owen arched into his touch. “I’ve tamed you and your beast. Think that means I’m in charge.”

  “Tamed?” Ryden said as he added another finger and slid them deeper into Owen. The word sent a warm feeling over him. “You think so?”

  “Well, I hope you aren’t completely tame,” Owen said, starting to pant as Ryden added a third finger.

  “Enough talking,” Ryden said, echoing his mate’s earlier comment. “This isn’t a tea party,” he added, wanting to hear his mate’s laugh again.

  Owen laughed, the sound making Ryden’s heart flutter and quicken. The sweet laughter soon became a gasp as Ryden slid into him. He gave Owen the head first, biting back a moan as it popped into his mate. He slowly worked into Owen, closing his eyes to maintain his control but feeling Owen watching him. He lowered himself as he went full to the hilt, finally opening his eyes to be sure Owen was all right. Owen yanked him into a kiss and wrapped his legs around him. Ryden tried to go slow, but Owen began moving at his own pace. Owen’s fingers never stopped moving through and yanking on his hair, and Ryden loved it. His mate’s cock was slick with pre-cum, and Ryden loved the feel of it rubbing against his stomach. He let go and began to match his mate’s rhythm, and Owen’s moans and cries made everything else fall away, just as surely as Ryden’s hair formed a curtain around them and blocked out the rest of the room. He drew back a little to look at Owen, and the omega caressed his cheek with trembling fingers. Ryden came into his mate with a roar of triumph, and then he bit his shoulder again, making Owen come as well. His cock seemed to swell, the pleasure unlike any he’d ever felt as he emptied himself and felt his mate’s cum spilling between them. He kissed and licked Owen’s shoulder, amazed he hadn’t broken the skin and pleased that even in his rapture he’d managed to protect his mate. He nuzzled Owen’s neck and then looked into his eyes, cupping his cheek and trying to find the kind of words Owen deserved.

  But Owen beat him to it. He kissed Ryden’s palm and then bit the heel of his hand. “I’m yours. Forever. All yours.”

  Those words had another burst of cum spilling from Ryden, and in that moment, he realized he couldn’t move within Owen. He tried to, but he found the base of his cock swollen and holding him in place. Owen smiled and arched against him, not seeming surprised.

  “I felt that,” Owen whispered. “You must’ve liked what I said.”

  Ryden braced himself above Owen, not wanting to crush him. “We’re knotted.”

  Owen began caressing his hair again, even rubbing the strands against his cheek. “Of course we are.”

  The sight of Owen so enraptured by his hair proved distracting, and he simply stared down at Owen. Still breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, streaks of cum on his chest, Owen looked shockingly breathtaking. Ryden couldn’t think with his mate’s body still wrapped around his shaft, but he laughed to himself as he remembered how unimpressed he’d been with his mate at first glance. He closed his eyes and enjoyed Owen’s caresses until he felt the knot fade. He pulled free and moved beside Owen, drawing the omega into his arms. Owen snuggled there, and his sigh held a contentment that made Ryden’s heart swell with pride. He rubbed Owen’s back and enjoyed his scent. Ryden longed to talk about the change he’d felt within himself, but he somehow knew the words weren’t ready yet.

  After a while, Ryden asked, “I didn’t hurt you? I’m sure you might be sore.”

  Owen drew back to look at him. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I might be sore, but it was worth it.” He smiled. “I’m glad you were the first to knot me.”

  Ryden went still. He was glad of it as well, not having even thought about the possibility of the other two males having knotted his mate. “I was, uh … a bit surprised.”

  “That it happened? But we’re mates. It’s too hard to fight when you’re fated.”

  “Again, Owen, I’m not a shifter.” He pointed to his ears. “I’m an elf. We don’t knot.”

  Owen frowned, but then he shrugged. “Must be the wolf responding to my shifter side.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it happening even between Fens in shifted form.”

  Owen touched his chest, tracing the tattoo over his heart. “Does it matter?”

  “No, I don’t guess it does.” He looked into Owen’s eyes. “But doesn’t it make it more likely I’ll get you pregnant?”

  Owen pressed closer. “Yes, but I want that.”

  Ryden ran his hand between them and stroked Owen’s stomach. “You do?”

  “Of course.”

  “My child will be so large. We should consult doctors in the fae court. Make sure you have the best care.”

  Owen laughed and kissed him soundly.

  Ryden lifted one eyebrow, still loving that sound but wondering why it was directed at him just now. “What’s so funny?”

  “You. Such a change from yesterday.”

  “Yes. Such a change.” Ryden ran his fingers over Owen’s stomach again. “But some things haven’t changed. We still barely know each other. But we’re mated—no going back. I pray you won’t regret it.”

  Owen snuggled in close again. Instead of saying anything, he kissed Ryden’s chest and rested his head over his heart. Within moments, he was asleep.

  Ryden held him close, soon lulled to sleep by his mate’s soft breathing.

  Chapter Five

  Owen woke up surrounded by his mate’s scent, but when he reached out, he found himself
alone in the bed, the comforter thrown over his naked body. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then he sighed as he felt Ryden’s hand move over his shoulder. His mate’s very clean scent hit him, and he saw that Ryden wore only a towel, his long hair damp and his skin glistening.

  Ryden’s hand moved to his cheek for an all-too-brief caress. “You should shower. We need to get you home.”

  “Home?” We’re mated now. Why are you still sending me away?

  “Yes. We slept too long already. It’s night, but if the elders are upset enough, they’ll send someone before morning. With the time difference, it’s late morning where you live.”

  “You’re going to send me away?”

  Ryden shook his head. “I’m going to take you there myself. Say good-bye properly. Then we’ll hope I’m back with you in a day or so. Perhaps much sooner.”

  “I don’t want to be away from you at all.”

  Ryden frowned. “Is the need still bothering you?”

  “No, I’m not talking about that part. That’s fine now. I mean I want to be with you because I care. And I’ll worry.”

  Ryden worked at drying his hair with another towel. “I can’t risk anyone trying to hurt you as a way to punish or manipulate me. The beast agrees this time. I need to see you back to your Alpha and your family and friends.”

  “You’re all the family I have.”

  “But you have friends. Your entire pack.”

  “You shouldn’t come back here. Ask for sanctuary.”

  “And bring my clan down upon your pack? No, little one. I must follow the rules and hope for mercy.”

  “Are your people known for their mercy?”

  Ryden took his hand and drew him to his feet. He actually leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “No. Yet another reason I want you safe.” Ryden looked down at him. “New as this is, I know my wolf and I would feel your loss the rest of our days.”

  “That a declaration of love?” Owen said, coming up on his tiptoes for a kiss.

  Ryden returned the embrace, but then he took Owen by the shoulders and steered him to the bathroom. “No, but you know that and wouldn’t believe it if I said it was. You’re stalling.”

  Owen felt a little miffed at the response to his teasing, but part of him liked Ryden seeing through him so easily. He did as he was told. The warm water felt wonderful as he washed the sweat and cum from his skin. Feeling refreshed and glad Ryden had insisted on the shower, Owen got dressed and went back out to join his new mate.

  Ryden wore black leather pants and high black boots. He pulled on a black leather duster over a blood-red linen shirt, and then he moved across the room and strapped a wide belt around his waist. Owen stiffened when Ryden attached a heavy sheathed sword to the belt.

  “Will you need that sword?” Owen asked. As strong and powerful as the man looked now, Owen couldn’t help worrying.

  Ryden calmly said, “I hope not. But it’s a sign of respect. One should always be armed when going before the elders. I’m sure they’re already in the council hall discussing me.”

  “Sign of respect? Not the way humans do it. Weapons usually aren’t allowed around important people.”

  “All our ways are very different, though it hardly matters anymore.”

  “Because?”

  “As I said, this is no longer my home. Not after what I did. I’m sure to be exiled. I’ll be the one adjusting to a new place and new way of life.” He reached up and began braiding his thick hair with surprising speed and skill, not even consulting the mirror a few feet away.

  Owen watched him in fascination for over a minute. Ryden met his gaze a few times but didn’t seem to mind the attention. When Ryden finished and began securing the end of the long braid with a strip of leather, Owen said, “You’ll be driven out of your home because of me? I know you said they’d always be hostile toward me, but can’t you be kicked out of the clan without having to leave here?”

  “The house is inherited with the position. I did grow up here but have no sentimental ties to the place. Don’t worry about that. My place is with you, as yours is with me.”

  “Then take me with you.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why not?” Ryden stepped forward and took him by the shoulders again. “Because you are all I have left. This sword at my side, which I forged myself under my father’s guidance, and that box of spell books in the corner are all I’m taking from here.”

  Owen moved closer. “You plan on living with me naked? Sounds great.”

  Ryden sighed. “Clothes are a given, though I think I’ll stand out even more than Vadik did, so I’m only taking the basics and will get new things later.” He looked down into Owen’s face. “Do you always do this? Joke when you’re anxious? Try to distract people and change the focus?”

  “I’m scared. Let me stall as long as I fucking want to.” Owen slid his hands under the duster and drew his mate close, burying his face against the man’s chest.

  Ryden stroked his hair. “I’m not used to anyone caring about me this way. Not used to anything I do mattering to others. You’ll have to be patient with a man who pictured himself alone.”

  Owen jerked back and looked up. “What?”

  Ryden blinked down at him. “That so hard to imagine? Don’t you remember how I reacted to having a mate at all? How I stood by myself and made no effort to engage with anyone at the royal reception?”

  “I don’t like thinking about you alone in this big, cold house.” He reached up to pull Ryden’s face closer. “Just come back to me and I promise to be patient. To be a good mate to you.”

  Owen kissed him, trying to pour all his emotion into it.

  ****

  Ryden gasped as Owen’s kiss, and his emotions, overwhelmed him. He gave in to the embrace and tried to comfort his mate. He truly had never pictured anything like this, and he still feared he didn’t know how to be with someone like Owen and make him happy. Letting his little mate cling to him, he opened a portal to the designated spot by the Alpha’s home. Bright sunlight poured through as he flicked his wrist and watched the box and two trunks float through. He glanced around his bedroom for the last time and then led Owen through the portal. A sense of finality filled him as the portal closed, and that somehow gave him strength.

  Though he could admit to himself that the man clinging to him had something to do with that as well.

  Lots of people milled around. They paused in their tasks, but no one came over, possibly because they were unsure about approaching him. The door to what had to be the Alpha’s home swung open. The fae king had probably set something up so that Gregor would sense portals opening on his pack lands. Gregor kept his expression neutral as he came toward them, but once he stood before them, he reached out to Owen and gripped his shoulder.

  “How are you, Owen?” he asked.

  “I’m okay. It’s all right now. He accepted our bond, and we’re mated.”

  “Newly mated but just okay?” Gregor let go of Owen and eyed Ryden now, his gaze lingering on the sword.

  Ryden gave a bow, hoping that showed proper respect. He’d seen Owen do it two days ago but knew little about pack etiquette. “Alpha, I need your help. I’ve angered the elders of my clan and broken more than one rule. I injured an elder to protect Owen. To be as brief as I can, they didn’t want me to mate outside the clan, and I’m facing exile. To protect my mate and your pack, I must face them. If I hide here like a coward, they’ll retaliate. My mate wants to be with me when I go to speak with them, but it’s not possible. Not safe. They’ll seek to use him to hurt me, manipulate me. I hope you can convince him the risk is too great.”

  “They’d take such a chance over one man? Even knowing of our alliance with the other fae?” Gregor asked.

  “Am I part of your pack now that I’ve mated Owen?” Ryden asked.

  Gregor seemed surprised but nodded. “Technically, yes. Why do you ask?”

  “Because I need to trust you wi
th a secret. You must not tell the fae king. Not yet at least.”

  “Come inside,” Gregor said, turning right around and leading them into his home.

  Once the door was shut, Gregor turned back to him. “I will tell no one, for now, though I will act on any knowledge you give me, if the safety of my people comes into it.”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t expect otherwise.” Ryden drew Owen closer, hoping the contact would calm his mate, who looked more worried with every passing moment. “The Sons of Fenrir are dying out. There is no other way to put it. For several generations, our people have been experiencing normal human lifespans instead of the extended lifetimes of other fae races, but we have no idea why. A small percentage has always lacked the ability to shapeshift, but those without the power are becoming more common. Many of the men and women younger than me only possess barely half the power I do.”

  “Your magic is fading? The power you draw from the earth?” Gregor said.

  “Yes, but we can find no definite cause. Almost no family has produced more than one child in decades. But taking mates outside our clan is frowned upon under the current clan leader, and past ones. Fated or not. The proposal made to the fae king and Vadik was a compromise that was fiercely debated. It was an outright plot to try to introduce stronger magic into our blood in hopes of a resurgence of sorts. Asmund is already more impressive than the last ten kings of the fae. The other fae races grow in power and numbers as we dwindle and stagnate. Ironically, it’s probably because they’ve had the wisdom to join together and mix their bloodlines instead of setting themselves apart from each other, though many in my clan are too stubborn to see and admit that. The elders pressure me because both of my parents were from very powerful lines. I can do things even many of the elders cannot.”