Forgiving Pain, Omega Born Book 3

by CR Guiliano

  He turned away quickly, and stepped into the tub. The water felt good, but only made him hotter. He found soap, and started cleaning up. He avoided his dick, and washed around it. When he washed between his ass cheeks, it was to find them wet, and his hole clenched as he passed over it. Fates, but he wanted it filled so badly. Trying to ignore his body’s reactions, he shampooed his hair. He rinsed it, but when he turned around to face the shower spout, to rinse his front, the hot water hit his erection, and to his complete shock, he orgasmed, without a touch to his cock.

  He had to grab the tile wall to keep himself upright, his hips thrusting instinctively, and groaned, as he emptied himself down the drain. It took him several long moments to get his breathing under control, and when he did, it was to find his dick as hard as ever, as if he hadn’t just had a spectacular climax minutes before.

  He stumbled from the tub, and dried off, only to have to dry off again, when sweat covered his body. Even the crevice between his ass cheeks felt sweaty, trickles of it dripping down his thighs. He quickly dressed, hoping the material would cover the inconvenient responses. He could hear the others moving around the small cabin, and just sat on the bed, waiting for the inevitable. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen when they attended this…gathering…and Truin wasn’t stupid. It was a way to make Truin appear, without directly ordering the betas from another pack to produce him.

  Truin watched as the sun set, and it grew dark out. Then there was a knock on his door, making him jump. He took a deep breath, and then answered the door. To his surprise, it was Vann on the other side. He stared up at the alpha, and watched his nostrils flare, before surprise registered in his whiskey colored eyes. Vann turned quickly, but didn’t move from in front of Truin.

  “We can’t go. He’s in heat.”

  “What?”

  Jusine, and Micky, both, moved towards Vann, and the big male growled. Truin saw his claws punch out from his fingertips, and wondered what the fuck the alpha was talking about? Heat? Him? Not possible. He wasn’t an omega. Only male omegas, and females, went into heat, so they could conceive pups. He figured out his mother might actually be a female omega, to have beget so many pups, but he was just a regular wolf.

  “We can’t not go. Alpha Hixon will know something’s up.”

  “You go, but don’t tell him why we’re not there. It’s time for me to claim what’s mine.”

  Past Vann’s arm, Truin saw the surprised looks on both betas’ faces. But that hardly mattered when Truin was stuck over what Vann had just said. He’d just acknowledged Truin as his mate, and he was going to claim him. Truin’s body felt as if it was going to combust, and he staggered back when Vann turned around, the predatory look on his face making Truin’s heartbeat increase. Truin heard the door slam shut, but he was still backing up until his knees hit the bed. He sat suddenly, staring up at Vann.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this, you deserve better. But I can’t let someone else claim you, especially during a heat. You’re mine, even if the fates have made a mistake.”

  Truin’s stomach cramped at Vann’s words. He was claiming him, just so no one else would, not because he wanted him. “Then don’t do this. You don’t want me, so why bother.” Truin couldn’t help the hurt in his voice, but to be rejected so many times, and have your fated mate tell you they shouldn’t be claiming you, that fate had made a mistake, was too much. Truin dropped his head, unwilling to look at Vann any longer.

  *~*~*~*

  Arri stood just inside the doorway of Dryden’s office. “Mate.” He watched Dryden’s nostrils flare, and the alpha looked up sharply, his canine’s descending so fast, they nicked his lip.

  “Fuck!”

  Talus’s exclamation would have been funny, if Arri wasn’t so concentrated on his mate. His heat was here, early, but just as intense as always. He ignored all four betas as they scrambled out of their seats, two of the chairs getting knocked to the floor in their haste, as they thundered out of the office. Yea, they didn’t want to be around right now. Dryden would be going into rut just from Arri’s scent alone, and having unmated males around would cause him to become aggressive, and shred anyone who got near Arri—friend, beta, stranger—it didn’t matter.

  “Mate.”

  Dryden’s gravelly voice caused Arri to shudder, his body flushing with arousal. Fates, how he loved Dryden’s sexual power. Dryden was wearing a button up, and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere, before he even stood from behind his desk. Arri smirked, then turned, and ran. No way was he going to be tied to Dryden in his office. Arri wanted their rutting to be in their bed. He squealed when he heard Dryden’s hunting howl, his mate having shifted to his wolf.

  Peripherally, he registered people getting out of the way, and hurrying behind closed doors, or headed in a rush out the doors of the manor, but he was intent on getting up the two flights of stairs before his mate caught up to him. At the landing by the hall to their suite, he turned to look down, only to see Dryden’s pure white wolf ascending the stairs after him, his pale green eyes boring into him. The wolf was going slow, stalking, and Arri grinned before removing his shirt. The loud growl from Dryden echoed off the walls, and Arri’s grin widened. He loved, absolutely loved, teasing his mate. He unbuttoned his jeans, and watched the wolf’s jaw drop open, his tongue hanging out as he panted.

  Arri started backing up, never taking his eyes off his mate. He bumped into the wall by his door, and felt behind him for the knob. He found it, and turned, the door swinging open silently. By now, Dryden was on the landing, prowling forwards, his wolf eyes glued to Arri. Arri took two steps back into their room, then dropped his jeans, kicking them away, and standing completely nude in front of his mate’s gaze. Dryden howled again, then leapt, shifting to his human form by the time he landed inside their room, and kicking the door shut with his foot, before pouncing on Arri.

  Arri laughed as Dryden forced him to the bed, his weight welcome, as Arri wound his legs around his mate’s waist. Dryden was already rutting, his thick shaft slick with pre-come, and gliding along Arri’s painfully swollen cock, making him mewl in anticipation. He wanted Dryden inside him in the worse way, but he knew trying to move his mate along was a wasted effort. Dryden did what he wanted, and most times it was to drive Arri out of his ever loving mind before finally penetrating him. Arri didn’t mind, he loved how Dryden worshiped his body before tying them together.

  He gasped when Dryden moved off him, only to flip him to his hands, and knees, and bury his face in the crease of Arri’s ass. His hot tongue was probing at Arri’s hole, entering it, and then receding before his mate licked, and nipped at the wrinkled skin. Arri could feel the slick of his body nearly pouring out of him, Dryden lapping it up as if it were ambrosia. Dryden had told him his omega slick was sweet, like nectar, and Dryden loved it. Arri had been embarrassed, and horrified the first time Dryden had tasted him there, and his big mate had to reassure him. Now, Arri couldn’t get enough of Dryden’s attentions on his most intimate spot.

  Arri widened his legs, giving his big mate more room. It allowed Dryden to move closer, and Arri felt a large hand curl around his balls, massaging them, and making Arri moan in appreciation, before moving to caress Arri’s hard cock. Dryden took his time, jacking Arri to the rhythm of his tongue fucking his ass. Then, Arri felt a finger alongside his mate’s tongue, and wailed in pleasure when Dryden rubbed it across Arri’s prostate. Dryden squeezed the tip of Arri’s dick, a fingernail entering his slit, and Arri lost it, his first orgasm washing over him. He grunted as he emptied himself onto their comforter, but before he could collapse, Dryden had made his way up Arri’s spine, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, as he slowly mounted him.

  Within minutes, Dryden was completely covering Arri’s smaller body, his mate everywhere. His dark bonding scent filled the room, and his skin was hot against Arri’s flesh. Arri tilted his hips, physically telling Dryden what he wanted, what he desperately needed, even though his mind was open wide, and Dryden
would be able to feel everything Arri felt.

  A dark chuckle came from Dryden, right before his considerable length began to enter Arri. He moaned at the invasion, feeling stretched beyond anything before. It was always like this, Arri’s body tightening during his heat, to ensure Dryden’s knot, when it swelled, would be locked securely within his body. It was the only time he was that tight, and he knew it caused Dryden to become even more aroused. Part of the biology of their mating.

  Dryden didn’t give Arri a chance to adjust to his width, and began thrusting immediately. Arri’s mind blanked out, nothing but what Dryden was doing consuming him. He rocked back, matching Dryden’s thrusts, all kinds of groans, growls, mewls, and cries coming from him. Dryden wasn’t any quieter, snarls, and grunts coming from his mate, and the big male started thrusting faster, and harder. The extra strength drove Arri to the mattress, giving his still hard cock some friction, as Dryden pegged his prostate over, and over again.

  He cried out when he felt the next orgasm flash through him, and Dryden’s thrust became erratic as Arri’s body tightened even further, milking his mate’s length. Dryden suddenly froze, and Arri knew what that meant. He felt it, as Dryden’s knot began to swell, stretching Arri so much, he felt as if he was going to split in two. Then Dryden moved, rocking sideways, until Arri felt the pop of Dryden’s knot entering him all the way. His sphincter immediately closed around it, locking it in place, and then Dryden was groaning loudly, before roaring as his orgasm began, hot liquid filling Arri.

  Arri slumped against the mattress, knowing he needed to conserve as much energy as he could while they were tied together, because once his mate’s knot began to recede, their need would start all over again, until they were tied once more. Dryden, virile male that he was, would end up tying Arri to him at least four, or five times every day for the next three days, or longer. They would not eat, nor sleep much, which is why Arri knew he needed to relax as much as possible.

  He sighed in relief when Dryden turned them, his knot wiggling, and causing Arri’s cock to harden. It was going to be a rough few days, if he was aroused again already, and Dryden was still swollen completely. He gasped when Dryden wrapped an arm around him, and began jacking him, his hips rotating, and making his thick length saw over Arri’s prostate, and his knot to massage the closed entrance to Arri’s body from the inside. His mate had never done this before, but Arri couldn’t think as another orgasm slammed into him, and he spewed semen into Dryden’s hand.

  His mate chuckled, and Arri turned to see Dryden licking his fingers, his pale green eyes intent on Arri, like he was going to eat him up, just like he was licking away Arri’s seed. Arri smirked, and clenched his ass muscles, making Dryden’s eyes go wide, and the big male to groan. Yea, it was going to be a fun, rough time, and Arri hoped, when it was done, and his heat was over, he would be carrying another pup by his mate.

  Chapter 14

  “Ah, fuck!”

  Vann couldn’t believe it. Not only was Truin in heat, but apparently so was Arri. Vann could feel Dryden going into rut, his own body responding to the overwhelming feelings from his alpha. Vann didn’t bother to acknowledge Truin’s words. He just started stripping, his body aching to take Truin’s, his wolf panting in anticipation of finally claiming their mate.

  Vann knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but it was beyond his control now. Not only did he need to claim Truin to keep him safe from the barbaric alpha of Zenith, but with Dryden in rut, it had caused Vann to go into rut as well, and his biology would not abate until he’d satisfied it. By tying to Truin. Once nude, he snarled to see Truin still dressed. “Strip!” Unfortunately, Truin was about to feel the full brunt of Vann’s sexual strength, and the power of his lust, combined with Dryden’s. He only hoped he didn’t hurt his mate too much.

  He watched Truin’s impossibly blue eyes round in surprise, as he drank in Vann’s body in full arousal. He knew Truin had never seen him like this, and hoped his mate liked what he saw. Not that it mattered. Vann was going to claim his mate, and regret it later…much later. “Take the clothes off, Truin, or I will rip them from you.” To his surprise, Truin narrowed his eyes at him.

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  Vann moved so fast, Truin didn’t have a chance of evading him. He grabbed the offending garments, and just like he said, he ripped them from Truin’s body. The minute Truin was bare, he tried to move, to get away, but Vann’s wolf was having none of that. He snarled, grabbing Truin, and flipping him to his back, and covering him. He grabbed the smaller male’s wrists in one hand, and held them high over his head. He stared down into Truin’s beautiful blue eyes, and saw anger, but also desire, and lust, but no fear. Good. He didn’t want to scare his mate, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  Truin opened his mouth, most likely to say something scathing, but Vann didn’t want to hear it. He slammed his mouth down on Truin’s, thrusting his tongue into the sweet haven of Truin’s mouth, and tasting him for the first time. He groaned at the exquisite flavor, his mate both sugary, and spicy, like watermelon with the tartness of salt on it. Truin was frozen under him, but soon was kissing him back, and Vann relaxed. He started rocking his hips, his hard length sliding along Truin’s, and he was pleased his mate was as aroused as him. But then, Truin was in heat, which Vann was going to have to figure out later.

  Dryden’s incessant rutting was pounding through Vann, and he couldn’t hold out any longer. He moved, sliding his cock down, until the tip nudged against Truin’s entrance. A hole that was very slick, and pulsing with need. Vann pushed, burying himself in one long stroke. He gasped at the sensation of Truin’s channel holding him snuggly, as if it was made for Vann. And it was, they were fated mates. Vann didn’t have the strength to wait for Truin to adjust, and started thrusting fast, and hard. He could feel his orgasm minutes away, and didn’t want it to happen so soon, but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it.

  But even in the throes of their mating, Vann was worried. Worried he wouldn’t knot. Worried, that if he did, would he be tying to Truin over, and over for a few days, like Dryden did with Arri? And what of the alpha waiting for them. Would they interrupt their mating? Vann’s wolf snarled, and growled at his thoughts, and before Vann could stop himself, his canines were piercing Truin’s neck, sinking deep, and binding them together for life. Vann’s cock grew impossibly harder, and thicker, pushing at the tight walls of Truin’s channel, and that’s when Vann realized, Truin was virgin. And Vann was in no condition to be gentle. Well, shit!

  Truin jerked, and shuddered against him, even as Vann continued to thrust, hot liquid spreading between their stomachs. Knowing Truin was climaxing at Vann’s bite, only made him rut harder, and then, with the first mouthful of Truin’s blood, Vann’s knot began to swell. He stilled immediately, pushing hard against his mate, until he felt his knot pop into Truin’s body, his mate’s channel clenching around it, and tightening until Vann could no longer move. He took a few more mouthfuls of Truin’s blood, then extracted his fangs, and licked the bite until it stopped bleeding. He was afraid to lift his head, to see the anger, and indignation he was sure was in Truin’s eyes, even as his body demanded Truin’s submission, his hips still rocking, making his knot massage Truin’s inner channel.

  That was until he felt Truin bite him back, and he groaned as his body shook, his knot swelling larger, and then his orgasm overtook him, his semen spewing forth into Truin’s body. Vann’s heart was thundering, his breath harsh as he was overcome, and a snarl of possessiveness escaping him, as he filled his mate with his seed. He let go of Truin’s wrists, hoping he hadn’t left bruises, and wound his arms around his smaller mate. He clung to Truin, needed the male’s body close. Truin’s fangs were still buried in Vann’s neck, his mate’s legs splayed out wide to accommodate Vann’s much larger body, and his arms still above him. He shuddered against Truin when the smaller male withdrew his teeth, and licked the wound.

  His knot continued to pulse, his balls
tight against his body, his cock jerking, as his seed was planted thoroughly. He didn’t know if Truin would conceive, and wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He shouldn’t have claimed the male to begin with, but it was too late now. Truin was his, for good, or bad. The moment his orgasm had started, he’d felt the bond between them snap into place. He could feel Truin’s emotions, the male confused, but happy, which was a relief to Vann. He didn’t want his mate hating him for forcing a claiming. He could also feel the continued arousal in his mate, and knew, once his knot receded, they would be going at it again.

  Vann’s knot had just started to shrink when there was a hard knock on the door. Truin jerked under him, and he tried to sooth his mate. Slowly, so as not to hurt Truin, Vann carefully worked his still hard cock from his mate’s body, his gradually receding knot still slightly visible. He rolled from the bed, covered Truin so no one could see his mate splayed out, and looking well fucked, and grabbed his bag, to tug a clean pair of sweat pants from it. He pulled them on, as another hard knock came. He growled, and glared at the door. “Just a minute!”

  He glanced back at Truin to see his mate looking terrified. “Truin. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He whispered the words, then remembered, he could push his feelings along their mating link, and did so, reassuring his small mate as best he could. He moved to answer the door, which was shaking from the force of another series of blows. Whoever it was, he needed to get rid of them quickly. Dryden’s rutting was still in full force, as was Vann’s, and he needed to take his mate again soon. Now even, as his cock throbbed, his pants tented obscenely.

  He pulled the door open to see Alpha Hixon’s beta, Taron standing there with a frown on his face. Vann made sure his large body blocked any view Taron might have into the room. “What do you want?”