The Omega Purebred (Hell's Wolves MC Book 2)

by J. L. Wilder

  He nodded. “I do have that.”

  “You must like it.”

  “It’s why my pack and I don’t keep a permanent home,” he said. “We like to be able to pick up all our things and go somewhere new at a moment’s notice. We don’t want to be tied down, or to have any obligations.”

  “But doesn’t it scare you sometimes?” she asked. “You don’t have a home. You don’t really have anything that’s yours.”

  “I have my bike,” he said. “I have my brothers. We get jobs as we go that keep food on the table and a roof over our heads, and if worse comes to worst, we know how to hunt.”

  “You know how to hunt?”

  “We hunt as wolves!”

  “Wow,” she breathed. “I wish I could go on a hunt with you.”

  For a moment, she thought he might actually offer to take her, but he looked away instead.

  “Emmett?” she said quietly.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you a silly question?”

  “You can ask me anything you want.”

  She summoned her courage. “Will you miss me at all?” she asked. “After you take me home and get the reward? Will you ever think of me?”

  He turned to face her. His eyes had changed. Where before they had been soft, gentle and reassuring, now they were blazing. “Yes,” he said, and placed his hand over hers.

  She felt as if her heart had grown wings. “Really?”

  “I’ll think about you all the time,” he said quietly.

  “I thought I was just a job to you.”

  “You were supposed to be.”

  Had he been this close to her when he first sat down? She wasn’t sure. She felt as if she was being pulled toward him by some invisible and irresistible force, and she was powerless to resist.

  Emmett placed two fingers gently beneath her chin and tipped it up. “I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  She couldn’t breathe.

  “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  She couldn’t speak.

  “But you’re an omega. And you’re not mine. I can’t—”

  She flung herself at him and pressed her lips to his.

  He sat frozen for just a minute, unresponsive, and Hazel just had time to be afraid that she’d been too forward and that he would push her away and hate her now and the rest of their time together would be not intoxicating but agonizing—and then his arms were around her and he was returning her kiss forcefully, passionately, wonderfully.

  Hazel had never been kissed before. Of course, she hadn’t. The Coywolves had been waiting, allowing her to ripen in their midst before touching her. But she had thought about being kissed plenty of times. She had imagined what it would be like to be that close to another person, to be that swept away in feelings of passion.

  The real thing put her imagination to shame.

  Emmett’s hands slipped beneath the hem of her t-shirt and stripped it off over her head, then fumbled for her bra strap. It was all happening so fast, but Hazel found she wasn’t afraid at all. She wanted him. Sensations she had never experienced before flooded her, but her body seemed to know what to do. She crawled into Emmett’s lap and straddled him, grinding against him in slow circles that made him moan and close his eyes.

  “What are you doing to me...?” he whispered.

  “I want this,” she said quietly. “Don’t you want this?”

  “God. More than you know, Hazel. I’ve been wanting you all day. It’s all I can think about. But we can’t.”

  “We can,” she said.

  “Your pack—”

  “They’re not here. We’re here. They don’t have to know.”

  He arched his back, lifting his hips, and she could feel his hardness straining against her. “I want to.”

  “They’ll never know,” she said. “Please, Emmett. I want to feel this before I go back to that life. I want to know what it’s like with someone like you.”

  The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the bed and he was pulling away her new jeans and kicking his own across the floor. He covered her body with his own, kissing her jaw, her neck, the swell of her breast, and she felt a sense of utter surrender. She could feel his alpha power in a new way, a way she never had with Matthew, even though he wasn’t her alpha. He could do whatever he wanted with her right now, she thought, and she wouldn’t fight him. She wouldn’t want to. She would gladly give him anything he wanted.

  God, please just don’t let him change his mind about this. Don’t let him stop.

  But then, he was pulling away, pulling back, standing up. She let out a little moan of loss and tried to catch his hand and pull him back to her, but she was too late. He was already across the room, digging in his bag. “What are you doing?” she asked, feeling oddly heartbroken.

  “Condom.” He held it up.

  “Oh!” She wouldn’t have even thought of that. Of course not. She had been intended to lose her virginity after being mated for the first time. Her first sexual experience was supposed to be about getting her pregnant. No one had ever talked about condoms.

  Now prepared, he returned to her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “This is your first time, isn’t it?” he said.

  She nodded, breathless.

  “It might hurt,” he said. “I’ll go slow.”

  “Okay.”

  But it didn’t hurt. There was an unfamiliar sort of pressure and then a sense of fullness, and then he was kissing her again and his hands were sliding up and down the sides of her body. She could feel his heart beating against hers.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered.

  She nodded.

  He began to move, and Hazel felt pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced before. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, already wanting more, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust.

  “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” Emmett said, moving more quickly, his hands sliding down to her hips, his fingers digging in. “Course you do. You were made for this. You’re built for it.”

  She lost herself in the rhythm of their movement, her legs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper, lifting her hips to meet his. He was right, she thought. She’d been made for this. This was what her body was for, and she knew instinctively what she was doing. The realization drove her pleasure to new heights.

  Emmett wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the bed, never separating from her. Holding her now in his impossibly strong arms, he began to fuck her in earnest, and she felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing to the place where they were joined.

  “Emmett,” she gasped.

  She didn’t have time to say anything else. Suddenly, waves of pleasure were crashing over her. Her vision whited out, and she was aware of nothing but his body in and around hers, holding her so still, but still moving himself.

  He let out a strangled cry, gave two more deep thrusts, and fell back onto the bed, taking her down with him.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Emmett, oh my God.”

  He seemed to be struggling to recover his breath. “I know.”

  “Is it always like that?”

  “Never. Never in my life. This was...something else. I don’t know.” He cupped her cheek, ran his thumb along her jawbone, then craned his neck to kiss her. “You’re something special, Hazel Lang.”

  She rolled off him and onto her back, resting a hand low on her stomach and reveling in the feeling of soreness there. She hoped that would stay with her for a few days, a reminder of what she’d just experienced. “That was amazing,” she said.

  Emmett didn’t answer.

  She turned her head to look at him. “Emmett?”

  He was propped up on his elbows, staring down. “We’ve got a problem,” he said.

  “What? What kind of problem?”

  “A condom problem.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” S
he was frightened. A minute ago, he’d sounded as perfectly satisfied as she had felt, but now, his voice was terse and upset. “What’s wrong?”

  “It broke,” he said. “The condom.”

  “Which means I could get pregnant?” She felt oddly detached.

  “I mean, you probably won’t,” he said, sitting up all the way. “Theoretically, yes, you could, but you’d need to be at a certain point in your cycle, and... oh, there’s a lot of biology about it. Anyway, we’ll go and get you a Plan B pill on our way back tomorrow. Just to be on the safe side.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  He laid back and kissed her. “Try to get some sleep, all right?”

  She nodded.

  But she couldn’t sleep. A million thoughts chased each other around in her brain. Every ache of her body was a reminder that she’d just had sex, amazing sex, with Emmett Burke. Not one of her pack, not someone chosen for her, but a wild wolf.

  Already, she wanted him again.

  Chapter Ten

  EMMETT

  He woke to the sound of motorcycles.

  For a moment, he panicked, thinking that the Savage Rangers had somehow arrived on their doorstep and would be bursting through the door to their room at any moment. He had fallen asleep beside Hazel, leaving the second bed untouched, and now, he rolled toward her and pulled her into his arms, slipping a hand over her mouth as he had done the day they had been attacked in the corn by the Rangers.

  Now, as then, he felt her come awake in his arms. This time, though, she didn’t struggle against his hold. His hand rested on her chest, and he could feel her heart beating like a hummingbird.

  Slowly, as he laid there beside her, reason started to return. The motorcycles were too far away, and they were moving too quickly to be idling into a parking lot. They were probably on the highway, which ran parallel to the bank of motel rooms in which they were staying. He had heard highway traffic all night. But a bunch of motorcycles was a different sound.

  He let go of Hazel, trusting her to stay quiet now that she knew it was important, and crept to the window. Carefully, he pushed aside the curtain and peered out.

  Sure enough, a long stream of motorcycles was ripping past them on the highway, not even slowing down. He turned and beckoned to Hazel, and she quickly joined him at the window.

  He pointed. “Is that them?”

  “I don’t know...” She frowned. “It’s hard to see.”

  “What do you think?”

  She watched them go for a minute. “That one has a mark on the back of his jacket like my tattoo.”

  He nodded. “One of the others had that too. So, there they go.”

  “We tricked them?”

  “It looks like it,” he said. “Now we can head back safely. We should get moving as quickly as possible, though.”

  “We can’t leave now,” she pointed out. “They’re still out there. We have to let them get a few miles away before we make our move. Otherwise, they’ll hear your bike when it starts up.”

  He nodded. “Okay. We’ll take a shower. Then we’ll go.”

  She smiled, and Emmett led her to the bathroom and turned on the warm water. They were still naked from the night before, and they stepped right in, allowing the water to cascade down their bodies. It felt something like a celebration, Emmett thought. They’d been on the run for what felt like a very long time, and now, they had tangible proof that the Rangers had missed them. Now, he could take Hazel back to her family without having to worry about her safety.

  On second thought, maybe it wasn’t much like a celebration at all. In just a few days, they would be out of each other’s lives forever.

  What would happen if the Rangers came back one day? He didn’t like the Coywolves’ chances of protecting their only omega. That pack was too weak. They hadn’t even tried to get her back when she’d been kidnapped. They hadn’t had any kind of plan. If Emmett hadn’t come knocking on their door, he was prepared to believe they would have just abandoned her to her fate. What kind of alpha would do that? He had found it hard enough to leave his own packmates behind. But they were trained fighters, and none of them had been kidnapped. He had every reason to believe they were fine.

  And Hazel’s safety was only half the issue. There was also the matter of how madly attracted to her he was. He could no longer deny that something unique was going on here. It had to be related to the fact that she was an omega. He felt pulled almost magnetically toward her. It had become impossible to resist.

  Like now. He had positioned himself in the shower with her, their naked bodies soapy and wet, without even thinking about the impact that was going to have on him. Now, he pulled her toward him and began to massage her breasts, thumbs working in circles over her nipples, and she gasped and pressed her hips back into him.

  Could she come this way? Just from being touched like this? He had never met a girl who could, but she was different. She was an omega. Her body was wired in a more sensual, sexual way.

  He eased her forward so that the water would hit the front of her body, cupped her breasts, and lifted them up to the spray, still working his thumbs over her hardening nipples. She ground her ass back against him, moaning now, back arching to encourage him.

  Emmett ached to give her more, to pull her back and bury himself within her. But he was too curious to see whether this would really work, and watching her squirm under his hands was one of the hottest things he had ever experienced in his life. Long after he had returned her to the Coywolves, he knew, he would be reliving this experience.

  She shouted his name as she came, thrusting her hips back once more, and went momentarily limp in his arms. He propped her against the wall, waiting for her to recover, his hand now sliding down her body to take care of his own swollen cock. A moment later, he felt her fingers join his, exploring inexpertly but gaining confidence as she worked. They interlaced their fingers and Emmett thrust twice into their joined hands and found that he was coming as hard as he ever had in his life.

  THEY GOT ON THE ROAD quickly after that, throwing on their clothes and Emmett jamming his few possessions into his bag. As they rode eastward, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the Savage Rangers, even though he didn’t know exactly what he was looking for or why. He knew they had come this way. Would it really help him to see the leavings of one of their campsites?

  Yes, he thought. It would. Because if he could see how the Savage Rangers lived in the wild while they were on the road, he would know a lot about them. That would tell him how smart they were, and how capable. If they left messy campsites that were easy to spot behind, he would know that they were careless, and he could relax a little about protecting Hazel.

  But he didn’t see any campsites. He didn’t see any torn clothing or any rocks stacked in such a way that would suggest they might have been fire pits. He didn’t see any bent trees that might have had tarps hung over them the previous night or piles of leaves that might have been mattresses. Maybe they were staying in motels, like us, he thought, and wished he could ask when they stopped for the night if the people at the motel had seen the Rangers. But he knew better. Asking questions would get them noticed. There was nothing remarkable about him or Hazel to an outsider, and they would slip below most people’s radars as long as they didn’t make themselves memorable. Asking questions would ruin that.

  They made good progress, and at four in the morning, Emmett decided they could stop at an all-night diner for a meal. If he was honest with himself, he thought, he would have to admit that he was stopping to get more face time with Hazel. Feeling her body wrapped around his on the road was fine as far as it went, but he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to hear more about her life with the Coywolves, and her unique take on the world.

  Damn it, he liked her.

  It was bad enough that he was attracted to her. Bad enough that he’d had sex with another pack’s omega while on a job. But now, he’d actually developed feelings for her.

  What a fucki
ng mess this was turning out to be.

  His own packmates, he knew, would bust his chops if they knew what was going on. Pax, in particular, would be angry. And Dart—Dart had wanted to keep Hazel with them from the beginning, and Emmett had told him no. It was a decision he stood by. He still felt that bringing an omega into the Hell’s Wolves would be completely destructive to the pack. But there was a deeper, more primal part of him—his wolf side, he thought—that wanted her with him.

  For now, he would settle for sandwiches.

  He watched in awe as Hazel ordered a massive roast beef on rye and set about devouring it. “You’re hungry,” he said.

  “I was kidnapped, remember?”

  “Okay, sure, but you look like Dart when he’s gotten a kill.”

  She threw a French fry at him. “I don’t look like Dart!”

  “Ravenous, I mean. You weren’t this hungry yesterday.”

  “I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep,” she reminded him. “I was so hungry that I got a motel receptionist to give me her snack. You haven’t forgotten that, have you? Because you completely blew up at me over it at the time.”

  “I haven’t forgotten it,” he said. “I just get the feeling a couple of granola bars wouldn’t satisfy you anymore.”

  “Yeah, could I get another one of these, do you think?” she asked.

  “Seriously?” Emmett pushed his own half-finished turkey sandwich over to her. “You can eat mine. I’m not going to finish it.”

  “You’re not?” She picked it up and took a bite. “Awesome. Thanks.”

  “I don’t get it,” he said. “Am I not feeding you enough or something?”

  “I think it’s like with the bacon,” she said. “I don’t get to eat food like this that often. It’s really good. I’m trying to make the most of it before I go back home.”

  He nodded. That made sense. He supposed if he was going back to that rich, snooty, no-bacon house in a couple of days, he would have been going to town on his sandwich right now too.

  “Hey, Hazel,” he said. “You do want to go back there, right? I mean, you’re not going out of obligation or anything? This is what you want?”