The Omega Hybrid
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Jack let out a grunt, and the girl let out a scream, their noises filling the cave, the fire still flickering behind them. Once he was buried to the hilt, Jack didn't waste any time driving into her again and again, splitting her in half over and over, his prick vanishing into her wet, willing cunt with each thrust.
His eyes moved all over the girl, lingering hungrily on her bouncing breasts, her slender, toned stomach, her face in the throes of total agonized bliss. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him, how all he wanted was to fuck her until they both came hard.
And it didn't take much work for this to happen. The girl let out another scream of pleasure, this one cutting short as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy gripped Jack's prick, the pressure bringing Jack to an orgasm of his own. Her walls pulled the cum from his cock, unloading it deep inside of her as her body shook and trembled.
Jack let out a grunt as he came, his prick throbbing and pulsing inside of her. When he was done, the girl's orgasm faded, he collapsed on top of her and slowly regained his breath.
As the sexual urgency faded, Jack's mind began to come back. He felt like he'd just come out of a trance or broken out of a spell.
He lifted his body up and looked down at her, shock on his face.
"What the hell are you?"
CHAPTER 8
ECHO
Still naked, Echo squirmed across the floor of the cave, the ground rough against her bare ass. She wanted to put as much distance between her and this strange man as possible, this man who'd just roughly taken her virginity.
She reached down between her legs, feeling the sticky wetness from their fucking. It was so strange, so bizarre that she couldn't believe it. Part of her wondered if she'd been raped but Echo instantly realized that this was false—she'd wanted him just as much as he'd wanted her.
"What the hell just happened?" Echo demanded, one arm over her breasts and the other hand covering between her legs. "What did you do to me?"
The man seemed surprised, but otherwise not shaken by her outburst. His cock, still hard, lay against his thigh.
As much as Echo didn't want to be thinking about it, she couldn't ignore just how good-looking he was. The man was tall and well-built, with wide shoulders, shredded abs, and pecs that seemed like they'd been carved out of stone. His auburn hair was buzzed, his sharp, gorgeous face covered in matching stubble. He looked to be in his mid to early thirties, and most of the toned skin of his arms and upper body was covered in colorful tattoos.
He put his knee up and rested his arm across it. As stressed-out and scared as Echo was, he seemed to be totally cool and calm and collected, like nothing had happened.
"I just fucked you," he said, a small smirk on his full lips. "You seem like you might be the naïve sort, but what do you think that was we just did?"
Echo ignored the insult and went on.
"No," she said. "I know what sex is. But how did you make me do that?"
He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side.
"What the hell are you talking about ‘made you do it'?" he asked. "You think I tricked you or something?"
He scoffed.
"Pretty sure you were the one who started that whole thing. I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead."
"But...," said Echo. "I woke up and all I could think about was sex. I've never been like that before, not with anyone."
That got his attention. The man's eyes went wide and he held up his palms.
"Wait a fucking minute," he said. "Are you telling me that you were a virgin? Like, a real-life ‘never-had-sex-before' virgin?"
Echo nodded, still in shock.
"And you're how old?"
"Early twenties," she said, feeling like she shouldn't give out any more precise information than necessary.
"How the fuck does a girl who looks like you make it to that age without fucking?" he asked. "Only to turn around and give it up to a guy she'd never met before?"
Echo had no idea how to answer the question. Her mind felt like it was spinning, like she might pass out again at any moment.
The man held up his hand again, then got up.
"Hold up," he said. "Let's start with the basics."
He made his way over to a small duffel bag further into the cave. As he did, Echo's eyes locked onto his large, muscular body. The scent of a shifter was in the air—there was no denying he was one of her kind.
After a few minutes of searching through the bag, the man pulled out a couple of handfuls of clothes. He brought them over to Echo and held them out.
"Might not be your size," he said. "But they're clean. And sure as shit better than the beat-up threads I found you in. Come on."
Echo observed the clothes for a long moment before taking them. They appeared to be a black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some underwear. She hurriedly slipped into them, covering her naked body as quickly as she could. And as she dressed so did the man. He slipped into a pair of dark jeans along with a tight white V-neck T-shirt and a pair of heavy black combat boots.
"There," he said. "I think after what we just did getting to the formalities might seem a little strange, but my name's Jack —Jack Rayne."
He tapped himself on the chest.
Echo hesitated for a moment, wondering if she ought to make up a name to give him.
"Come on," he said. "I'm a shifter like you, and I want to help if I can. But you need to be straight with me."
Echo shook her head.
"I have no idea if I can trust you," she said. "Especially after what just happened."
"You mean after we both pounced on each other like a couple of wild animals?" he asked. "Shit, if anything I'd say that this means we ought to be friendlier with each other."
Echo said nothing, forming her mouth into a hard line.
Jack sighed.
"Okay," he said. "What can I do to put you at ease, kiddo?"
"Tell me what you are," she said. "And what clan you're with."
"Fair enough," he said. "I'm a wolf. And, well, I'm not really with a clan."
"What?" asked Echo. "How is a wolf not with a clan? You mean you're solo?"
"It's hard to explain," he said. "But I'm not totally alone—got a couple of other wolves I live with."
"And, where are they?" asked Echo.
"They're back at our place," he said. "A few miles from here. I felt like getting out into the woods and doing a little hunting and camping on my own. And a damn good thing I did—God knows what would've happened to you if I hadn't been around to scoop your ass up off the forest floor."
Echo knew instantly that he was right. If he hadn't taken her here it would've only been a matter of time before Stone and the rest found her. She shuddered at the thought of what they'd do if they had.
"And what do you want to do with me?" she asked.
"Truth be told," he said. "I hadn't thought that far ahead yet. I was just concerned with making sure you weren't in a damn coma or something. Little did I know how much energy you had."
He grinned slightly, and Echo shot him a hard look.
"Now," he said. "I think I've given you enough info about me to have earned a little from you."
"Fine," said Echo. "My name's Echo Wilson."
"What clan?" he asked.
Echo glanced down to the cave floor, the sounds of the fire crackling filling the air. She looked out towards the entrance of the cave to see that the sun was beginning to set.
"Here," he said, getting up. "How about this—I cook, you talk."
Jack made his way over to a small store of meat hidden away. Echo's mouth watered at the sight of it—she hadn't eaten all day, and after all the...activity she'd been through, she was starving.
"Fine," she said. "I'm with the Hearteater clan."
Jack stopped in his tracks, his eyes going wide.
"Are you fucking serious?" he asked. "The Hearteater clan? You mean the pack of bears who killed just about every other shifter pack in the region?"
Jack skewered the meat onto a pair of sticks and held them over the fire. The delicious smell of roasting meat filled the cave.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
A look of realization formed on his face as he held the meat over the fire.
"Holy shit," he said. "You ran from them?"
"I did," said Echo, tension gripping her stomach.
She knew that by now Stone and the rest would be almost certainly looking for her. And there wasn't a chance they'd stop until they found her.
"This is just getting better and better," he said. "I've got some runaway shifter from one of the most powerful clans in this part of Canada. And if you were a virgin when we met..."
Echo tensed up again, knowing that Jack was quickly putting it all together.
"You weren't claimed yet?" he asked.
Echo shook her head.
"Shit," he said. "And I know how bears work—they're protective as hell over their females."
Echo watched the meat cook over the flame.
"Any chance you'll tell me why you ran?" he asked. "I mean, I know the Hearteaters are some cruel motherfuckers. But I also know that a girl wouldn't risk running from them unless there was some seriously bad shit she needed to get away from."
"I just had to leave," she said. "And that's all I'm going to say."
"Not really meeting me halfway here, huh?" he asked.
He shrugged.
"Well, whatever," he said. "Guess getting your name and clan out of you is going to have to cut it for now."
He took the meat away from the fire and gave it a close look before sinking his teeth into it. After chewing and swallowing, he nodded in satisfaction before handing the unbitten hunk over to Echo.
"Do you have any plates or anything?" she asked, her stomach grumbling again.
"Nah," he said. "Out here roughing it. No plates, no napkins, and before you ask—no Barbeque sauce."
Echo was too hungry to care. She snatched the hunk of meat from the skewer and tore into it.
The taste was like nothing else. After the day spent running, the unseasoned, rare meat was about the most delicious thing she'd ever eaten. Her animal came out as she ate, and after only a few short minutes there was nothing left but the red juices that dripped down her hands.
"Damn, little one," he said. "You sure as hell eat like a shifter."
"Anything to drink?" asked Echo as she licked her hands clean.
"Yep," he said. "I've got some water. But..."
"'But'?" asked Echo.
"But...I did allow myself one creature comfort while I was out here."
"What are you talking about?"
Jack made his way over to the duffel that held the clothes and went through it again. After some more rummaging he pulled out a clear bottle filled with brown liquid. Echo recognized it right away as some kind of booze.
He yanked off the top and took a swig. Echo watched him drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, the muscles of his neck working. She felt another hot rush down below and quickly pressed her thighs together to try to force back the arousal.
How the hell is this guy having such an effect on me? she wondered. A virgin for my entire life and now I've met a guy I can't stop thinking about wanting to fuck?
When he was done, he let out a long "ahhh" before tossing the bottle over to Echo. She sloppily caught it, nearly dropping the bottle onto the cave floor.
"Not much of a drinker," she said, turning the bottle over in her hands.
"Take a swig," he said. "It'll help calm your nerves."
She sniffed the end of the bottle, scrunching her face at the smell. Then, deciding a little something couldn't hurt, she took a sip. It burned from the moment it touched her tongue down all the way to her belly.
"Shit," she said.
"Atta girl," he said.
Echo let the booze take hold. Sure enough, it quickly calmed her down and put her mind at ease.
"So," said Jack, hunkering down and holding his meat in front of him. "You're on the run. And I'm guessing by the fact that you didn't have a thing to your name that you didn't exactly put any long-term planning behind this little escape."
"You're right about that," she said. "Things just...sort of happened and I had to go."
She hoped he wouldn't push the issue any further than that.
Jack nodded and took another sip of his whiskey.
"That means we got an unclaimed shifter running out in the middle of the woods, one of the most vicious fucking clans in the country hot on her heels."
Echo gulped, worried that the next words out of his mouth would be that she needed to leave. Not like she could blame him.
"I think...that's basically it," she said.
Instead of what she expected, Jack's expression turned from grim, a loud bark of a laugh shooting out of his mouth and echoing down the cave.
"No idea how I always seem to end up in the middle of shit like this," he said. "How we always do, that is."
"'We'?" asked Echo.
He nodded.
"Might as well tell you the—"
Before he could get the words out, Echo saw a shadow descend on the cave. Her head snapped up, her blood running cold at what she saw.
Standing at the entrance to the cave was a tall man dressed in leather and denim, his muscles bulging, his face tight with rage.
It was one of the men from the tribe.
"There you are!" he shouted, his voice booming. "Found our fucking runaway!"
CHAPTER 9
JACK
"Who the fuck are you?" asked Jack.
He realized right away how dumb of a question it was. The exact identity of the man was unclear, but there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was one of the Hearteaters.
The man stomped into the cave, a hard-as-hell expression on his face. His hair was long and wild, his beard in a tight ponytail, his eyes burning with rage.
"There you are!" he said again, pointing to Echo. "You little fucking bitch! Do you have any idea how long we've spent looking for you?"
Jack glanced over at Echo who was huddled fearfully where she sat. It was clear by the pure terror in her eyes that this wasn't simply a matter of her being a runaway—this was life and death.
Jack set down the bottle of whiskey and started towards the man. He knew that the smart thing would've been to let the man take Echo, to wash his hands of the whole fucking mess.
But something about Echo made him not want to do the smart thing. He felt rage at the man threatening her, protective like he'd never felt before in his life.
That is, aside from once before.
He pushed that out of his head and focused.
"Hold up," said Jack. "This is my fucking cave, and if you're gonna just barge in here you'd be smart to let me know who the fuck you are."
That got his attention. The man's gaze shot over to Jack, seeming to burn holes right through him. But Jack held firm.
"I don't know who the fuck you are," the man said. "But you've just stepped into a big pile of shit that you definitely don't want on your boot."
"He doesn't know!" shouted Echo. "He found me in the woods and brought me here. I'd be dead if it weren't for him!"
The man continued to glare at Jack.
"All I give a shit about is getting her back," said the man. "If you saved her, and that isn't just another lie from this little whore, then consider this your stay of execution. But another word out of your mouth and I won't hesitate to rip you to fucking shreds. Got it?"
Jack continued to stare hard at the man. He was beyond furious—in the grips of a fury he'd never known before.
"Don't you lay a hand on her," he said.
The man raised his finger, as if to say, "watch it."
"Only thing keeping me from beating the shit out of you is that Stone told us to bring you back in one piece. But his tune might change o
nce he hears about what you did to his fucking bike."
"I don't want to go," said Echo. "Please."
He laughed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked. "I just found the alpha's runaway omega and now you want to tell me to leave you be? Not a goddamn chance."
Holy shit, thought Jack. This is a fucking omega? No wonder she made me so fucking horny I couldn't think straight.
He shook his head and focused back on what was happening.
"Please!" shouted Echo. "I'll do anything!"
Tears were in her eyes, and Jack couldn't remember the last time he'd seen someone so afraid. The rage built and built—all he could think about was protecting this girl.
The man paused mid-stride.
"You'll do anything, huh?" he asked.
"Anything!" Echo repeated.
A cruel smirk formed on his face.
"I broke off from the main pack, thinking that I might cover more ground if I went on my own. Sure enough, I found you. And the rest of the Hearteaters are on the other side of the forest."
Jack was confused, and the expression on Echo's face suggested she felt the same way.
"What...why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"Because I'm thinking that you and I could have some quality alone time. Stone won't be happy to hear that you've been hanging out with some random shifter."
He sniffed the air.
"And a wolf by the smell of things. Now, if you want me to tell him that I found out alone, make sure this poor prick doesn't suffer for your mistake, you'd better think about playing ball."
Jack knew right away what he meant. His hands formed into tight fists, his mind running wild with thoughts of ripping this miserable prick in two.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean you let me at that omega pussy."
He sniffed the air again.
"Smells fucking sweet as a peach," he said. "Stone doesn't need to know—not like I can imprint on you. And trust me, you'll be glad you did."
"No!" shouted Echo. "Never!"
The man's expression turned hard again. Then, with incredible speed, he flew over to Echo and grabbed her wrist.
"You've got two choices," he said. "You let me fuck you, or I kill your friend."