Off Limits Omega: Wolves of Mist Peak - Book 1

by Grey, Aspen

  Instead, what I felt was a slight feeling of discomfort that was gone immediately, replaced by an incredible pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  “Alex…” Blue said softly.

  “Let me ride you, baby,” I told him. I sat down farther, taking more and more of Blue’s cock until it was all the way inside me. I let my body weight rest on him and smiled when I saw the look of shock on his face. “Feel good?”

  Blue just nodded vigorously. For a moment, he reached up with his hands as though he was going to take me by the hips, but I slapped them away.

  “No,” I told him. “I’m still fucking you.”

  Blue’s jaw dropped momentarily, but he quickly smiled. I began to grind my hips against him, feeling his cock in my hole, something I’d never felt before. I moved, searching for the spot that would set me on fire, and when I found it, threw my head back in pleasure.

  “Awww, yeah,” I groaned.

  “Fuck,” Blue replied, closing his eyes. I leaned forward and grasped him by the throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off his air supply. His eyes went wide with pleasure and he reached forward and began working my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. I stared down at him.

  “You like me riding your omega dick?” I asked him. “You like that, baby?”

  He would have replied with a “yes” if he were able, but with my hand around his throat, all he could do was nod with excitement.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing it, riding a dick, allowing myself to be penetrated. It was a very non-alpha thing to do, very non-traditional, but for some reason it felt right—so I did it.

  It was crazy how much the sensation of having something inside me amplified the feelings in my dick. It wasn’t better than fucking Blue, actually penetrating him, it was just different.

  Different is good…

  Alexander’s hands were delicate but firm at the same time, skilled after spending months using them on me and learning what made me squirm. My whole body felt alive as I rode him, feeling him grow even harder inside me as the tip of his dick pressed against my sweet spot.

  Blue’s face was red, and I released my grip on his throat. He gasped.

  “Ahhhh, fuck, it’s so good!”

  “I can feel how hard you are inside me,” I told him.

  “This is so hot, baby. So hot!”

  I reached behind me and grabbed Blue’s balls, which were wet with his slick. I rose up, at least halfway off his cock, and spread his slick across the base of my dick and slid back down. Blue’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned.

  “God, baby,” he told me. “You’re going to make me come! I’m not used to being the one doing the fucking.”

  “I’m still fucking you,” I corrected him. “Just because you’re inside me doesn’t change that.”

  “God, baby…I’m gonna come.”

  I slammed myself down on him and snatched his lips.

  “No, you’re not!”

  Blue’s eye lit up with surprise, then swelled with lust. He leaned up and kissed me. I felt his dick flex within me as he moved. I could understand now why omegas loved this so much. For me, it still didn’t compare to taking charge and really fucking the Hell out of him, but it was amazing nonetheless, and I felt my own orgasm beginning to brew inside of me.

  “God, that’s good,” I groaned, closing my eyes and losing myself in the sensations. “So good…so good…”

  “Don’t move too fast, baby,” Blue told me. “Or you’re going to make me come!”

  “I don’t care,” I told him. I was too damn close to coming and was in no mood to hold back. “Come with me.”

  “You want me to come inside you?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I could tell just how much that turned Blue on. It was a total role reversal. He obviously couldn’t get me pregnant, so it was purely for pleasure. I felt Blue’s body tense up beneath me and braced myself with a palm against his chest as I took over stroking my dick from him.

  “I’m close,” I told him.

  “Me too!”

  “Come for me. It’ll get me there.”

  “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come!”

  Blue exploded inside me. His dick flexed against my spot and pumped a load of his hot omega juices deep into my ass. It was unlike anything I’d felt before and I cried out as it triggered my orgasm. My hole clenched down, amplifying the sensations. My hips bucked forward and my dick erupted.

  A hot shot of my cum fountained out and splashed down across his chest, some of it even reaching his chin. He bent forward and opened his mouth to catch the next shot.

  “Fuck!” I cried out as we came together. I came all over his chest like a veteran “adult performer” and took his load deep inside my ass like I had done it a thousand times. Finally, I slumped down on top of him and brought my lips to his.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered. “What made you want to do that?”

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “It just felt right.”

  Epilogue

  Five months later…

  High school graduation. It felt so strange to be standing with the rest of my classmates, almost all of them talking about heading off to college to continue their education, or “getting out” of Sleepy Hills, while I was just psyched to be heading home to spend time with my family and pack.

  The principal stood at the microphone and addressed the crowd.

  “And now, if you will please join me in congratulating the class of 2020!”

  He clapped and the rest of the crowd joined him. Parents whooped and siblings cheered. It was like being on stage as a member of a band playing a festival or something. I smiled and waved to my pack, who sat among the rest of the humans.

  Alexander held Audrey, who was getting quite big now, and bounced him in his arms as he smiled up at me. I almost missed it when everyone threw their caps into the air, but managed to get mine off of my head at the last moment so it joined everyone else’s. They rained down all around us. Some students picked them up and kept them, but I’d only kept my tassel, which I stuffed into my pocket as we all began to make our way from the stage.

  My pack met me at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Congratulations!” Alexander said as he wrapped his free arm around me.

  “Free at last,” I laughed. The rest of the pack did the same—Jasper, Clarice and Eric, as well as the three omegas we’d saved from Larcon’s harem, Charlie, Stewart and Francis. Finally, I came to my father, who looked pleased as punch as he stood there with his new boyfriend, Victor.

  Victor had come into town with a new pack, the Kloss’, and had taken over the old Kurren compound, razed it to the ground and started anew. There were five of them, and as far as I could tell, they were all nice.

  Victor was tall for an omega, but still shorter than my father, with short brown hair that he swept to the side. He was somewhere in his late thirties, making him a younger man for my dad, but honestly we all thought it was good for him. He had a humor that my father enjoyed, and they had been spending a lot of time together.

  Dad had kept the old house, opting not to sell it even though he had been over at the pack’s place so much after Audrey was born, and the two had been fixing it up together. It was starting to look really nice actually and the whole pack went over there on Sundays, when it was nice out, for brunch or a cookout.

  “Congratulations, son,” my father said, bringing me in for a big hug. I knew how much my graduation meant to him, and it felt great to be able to have him here with me to witness it. He held me for a long time, and when he finally let go, I saw that his eyes were wet.

  “Don’t cry, dad,” I joked. “You’re a big strong alpha.”

  “I can cry if that helps,” Victor smirked. I chuckled and he shook my hand. We weren’t on hugging terms—not yet at least.

  “It seems as though you’ve got it all now, son,” my father told me. “A house, a mate, a kid, a high school diploma.”


  “The last of those being the most important,” Jasper joked.

  “Hey, it is important,” Alexander replied. “Who knows—I could make a terrible investing decision and go broke and Blue would have to go out there and get a job to support the family! I hear even coffee shops require a high school diploma now.”

  That got a good laugh from everyone, and we made our way through the crowd back towards the cars. With all the traffic leaving the school, I really wished we could have just shifted and run home, but we still lived our shifter lives in secret, our true identities hidden from the humans. And besides, I wanted to save my graduation robe, I couldn’t go tearing it into pieces when I took my wolf form, right?

  I hopped into the Bentley Continental GT that Alexander had picked up, which drew looks from a group of students nearby. There was plenty of speculation around how it was I’d managed to get myself a “sugar daddy” like Alexander, as none of them were able to believe that he and I were really in love, and as we weren’t “married” as far as the humans were concerned, they had no reason to. Alexander and I had discussed going through with the ceremony just to keep people off our backs, and also to deal with the actual human laws of the country that we did have to abide by.

  My father and I put Blue into his car seat, despite his giggling and squirming around, and we pulled off toward the house. We’d come a long, long way, Alexander and me. I looked at “the Bar” as we passed, thinking of the silly boy I’d been when I’d accepted a ride and a drink from Larcon.

  But how would my life have turned out if I hadn’t been that stupid? Would I still have met Alexander? I liked to think so. I liked to think that we would have found each other no matter what.

  My physics teacher was explaining gravity to us once, and how space-time was like a three-dimensional fabric that bent and pulled things towards each other. The heavier things were, the more gravitational pull they exerted, and even if you removed everything from space except for two single marbles, or paper clips—anything, really—they would eventually find each other because that was the law of gravity.

  I liked to think the same thing applied to Alexander and me. No matter what happened, we would have eventually found each other, because that was the law of fated-mates.

  The End.

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  Chapter One

  Max

  As I stood on the balcony of the Golds’ sprawling beach house on the coast of La Jolla, San Diego, watching the spray from the waves as they crashed against the cliff breaks, I felt myself wondering about what my life would be like if I was the one living in this house—not the one cleaning it.

  It was, January, which meant “winter” in San Diego, but the breeze coming off the water was still warm. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the refreshing salty smell of the ocean and pretending that the deed to the house was under my name, that I’d just come home from a long day at the office (where I made tons of money, of course) and now I was ready to relax and enjoy a nice blowjob from my sweet omega.

  Of course, none of that was even remotely true, but it was fun to pretend. Not only was I a housecleaner, part-time at that, but I was also an omega—if anything, in that scenario, I’d be the one giving the blowjob to my gorgeous, world-conquering alpha after he came back from work. But that wasn’t the case either.

  “If only,” I muttered to myself as I stepped back inside and locked the door behind me. “But hey, I can dream, can’t I?”

  All I had left to do was the kitchen, which I didn’t mind doing at all, as the Golds had a beautiful indoor herb garden that smelled of rosemary, thyme and basil, which made my chore of wiping down the counters and doing whatever dishes they’d left for me a lot easier. I could still hear the light sound of the ocean waves breaking against the rocky beach as I finished up my work for the day, put my things away and headed out to my faded yellow sedan to start the drive back home. But as I was leaving, Mrs. Albrite was coming home.

  Shit…

  “Oh, Max!” she cried out in that shrill, queenly tone of hers as she tumbled out of her big black sedan, Michael Kors purse slung around her stick-like arm. “Don’t go just yet!”

  “I’m all finished inside, Mrs. Albrite,” I groaned, not stopping as I walked towards my car.

  “I just—I have a few bags of trash that need to be put out. They’re in the garage. Could you do that for me?”

  It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a demand, and seeing as how I worked for her, I was obligated to do it. I didn’t really mind, of course, but there was something about her tone that just really grated on me. It was like I was the help—not a hired employee. I was her servant, her inferior, and I could see it made her feel good to boss me around.

  “Sure,” I replied, forcing a smile as I followed her as she opened the garage to reveal three stinking bags of trash, probably filled with her horrible New Age diet crap that always seemed absolutely disgusting and I had no idea how she managed to eat it.

  “There they are, dear,” she said with a smile as she headed into the house. “And again, thank you so much!”

  She didn’t even wait for a reply. She just shut the door behind her and left me there with the stinking bags. My forced smile vanished immediately as I grabbed two of them and stuffed them into the enormous trash barrel. Evidently, it had been too much for her to even put them in the bins. There were plenty of great, nice people living in La Jolla, but Mrs. Albrite was not one of them.

  I finished with the trash, used a wet wipe to clean my hands, hit the garage door closer behind me and walked down the driveway to my car.

  My car sounded like a coughing old woman as I made my way up through the hills, passing all the glorious expensive homes filled with happy people, and merged onto the La Jolla Parkway. It was just early enough that the traffic wasn’t just bumper-to-bumper nonsense yet, which meant I could actually space out and think a little as I drove.

  I thought about what the weather was like back home—I still thought of New York as home, despite having been here in San Diego for the last four years. I left when I was eighteen after my father died. The long, cold, dark winters were just too much for me, and I always had an independent side to me, so I headed out for the West Coast and never looked back.

  The “winter” here meant high 60s every day, or 70s, but slightly chilly when the sun went down. Compared to the three feet of snow, icy roads and temperatures in the low teens, it was like Heaven.

  The alphas were hungry out here and there were a lot of them. The typical surfer dudes with their abs and their tans and their long hair and necklaces, the club guys with their slick suits and gold chains, the skateboard bros and the hippies. After a slew of failed dates and attempts at romance, I’d ended up settling down with my now-boyfriend, Elijah, who worked as a freelancer in the IT industry doing random jobs around the city.

  He’d grown up in Pacific Beach with his family, his father, John, who tends bar and his mother, Suzanne, who works part-time at a daycare. We were now living in a kind of crappy apartment complex in Mission Valley near the hotels. It doesn’t take a great mind to imagine the kind of strange people and things that would occasionally spill over into our neighborhood.

  “Hey, watch it, dick!” A gruff voice shouted from beside me. I glanced over to see a douchebag in a Lamborghini blast past me, obviously unhappy with my presence on the road. The bright yellow shine of his sports car stood in sharp contrast to the faded, day-old banana color of my frumpy sed
an.

  “Ah, fuck you!” I shouted back, but he was already gone. I sighed and kept my head down the rest of the ride home. When I finally pulled into the driveway and saw that Elijah’s car was home, I was both relieved and also a little annoyed.

  On one hand, I had my boyfriend at home to cuddle with, but on the other hand, I’d again worked a longer day than him, and probably made a ton less money. I felt like we were spinning our wheels a bit. Elijah’s talents just weren’t being used to their fullest. He needed a steady, salaried job with a technology firm or a software company or something. He kept saying he would get one, or at least try to, but the weeks kept sliding by and nothing happened.

  I’ll have to talk to him about that soon, I thought miserably as I got out of my car and made my way up the stained driveway to the main door to the apartment. As usual, it was propped open (illegally) and I kicked away the old box of cigarettes by the doorjamb to make sure it closed and latched behind me. A shady couple was talking quietly at the end of the hall, and I made sure not to catch their eye as I slid my key into our lock and opened the door to our apartment.

  “That you, babe?” Elijah’s voice came from the couch. I set my bag down and smiled as he looked back at me.

  “Who else would it be?”

  “Long day?” he asked with his typical perceptive radar.

  “I don’t stink, do I?” I asked, thinking of Mrs. Albrite’s trash. Elijah leaned in and sniffed me.

  “Nope,” he replied. “Long day?”

  I shrugged. “Longer than yours. How’d it go at the car dealership?”