Vegan-licious Omega

by Angelique Voisen

  “Ricky, I know you’re hungry, but don’t drool over the pot,” Don chided. The evil glint in his eye told Ricky the other man knew it wasn’t just the food he was drooling at.

  Trying desperately to regain his dignity, Ricky cleared his throat and peered inside the pot. “Smells delicious, are there any veggies in there?”

  Don gave him an odd look. “Of course there is. It’s a vegetarian curry.”

  Stunned, Ricky stared at him for a few seconds. “You mean…there’s no meat in there?”

  Annoyance crossed the Beta’s features. “I just said it’s vegetarian didn’t I? Do I have to list all the damn ingredients? Fine. There’s carrots, leeks, potatoes— ”

  Ricky cut him off, his voice grew unsteady, “and you did this for me?”

  “Fuck, little Omega. Don’t tell me you’re going to cry again.” Don turned the stove off to look at him.

  Ricky sniffed. “I’m not going to cry, you fucking asshole.”

  Anger briefly rose, but it quickly faded with the other overwhelming emotions mauling him from the inside. Damn it all. If he craned his head, would he see the scarred little dining table all set for two?

  Ricky did and that only worsened the tight fist clutching his insides. Judging from the mismatched plates, utensils and chipped mugs, it looked like Don was the kind of guy who didn’t eat at the table often. He looked more like a take-out kind of guy who seldom brought groceries.

  Why does he have to be so fucking nice? He’s just making it harder for both of us.

  “I just thought it would be more tasty if I threw in some curry powder instead of shoving all those veggies into the oven.” It didn’t escape Ricky the way Don made a face when he said “veggies.”

  Ricky swallowed and tried to explain his reaction. “It just took me by surprise. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

  “Yeah?” Don scratched his head, glancing at the pot then the table. “Too much, huh?”

  Great. Now I’ve made him embarrassed.

  “Not at all,” Ricky quickly said.

  He reached out to awkwardly pat the other man’s bare shoulder. It was a mistake. Just the mere touch of his sweat soaked skin on his fingers made things inside him tighten and his cock stir. The thought of ripping off that thin apron and putting his mouth around Don’s dark nipples, to feel his hands slide across his hard flesh, nearly made him squirm. His wolf angrily paced its metaphysical cage, snarling with impatience. Unlike Ricky, the wolf had no patience for human games. Its needs were simple and what it wanted was its mate to fuck him.

  It was getting harder and harder to reel in his control, and Ricky knew he didn’t have much of it left if this went on. Was it so horrible to want this though, when every inch of him practically screamed with need?

  “Let’s eat then. Just let me get a clean shirt.”

  ****

  Having donned a clean white shirt, Don sat opposite him at the table, occasionally making a face as he angrily shoved more vegetables into his mouth.

  “Look, if they’re so awful then stop eating. I’ll eat them all,” Ricky pointed out.

  He wasn’t lying. The curry wasn’t actually half-bad and he liked the mix of rich spices on his tongue. Knowing it was the sexy carnivore in front of him that made it, only made the taste more heavenly.

  “I need to train my body. Get used to the taste of this shit.” Don stabbed a carrot with his fork and held it up to his face.

  It felt like something heavy was rammed into Ricky at those words. Bloody hell. What does he mean by that?

  “Why?” The word came out as a whisper, but Don heard it.

  Munching one end of the carrot, he looked at Ricky thoughtfully. Ricky felt the weight of his gaze and his words. His eyes weren’t laughing or teasing, they were completely dead serious. Ricky’s own wolf stopped pacing to look back at him, amber gaze defiant, daring him to ask the single damning question.

  Gaining more courage, Ricky took a breath and asked, “Why do you need to get used to the taste of vegetables?”

  Don only smiled and his heart nearly dropped at that knowing smile. “Why are you asking when you know the answer to your own question, little Omega?”

  Chapter Three

  Wrapped possessively around the slender man in front of him, Don was loath to get up and answer his damn phone. When it vibrated noisily on his dresser again, he nuzzled Ricky’s neck once before finally getting out of bed.

  “What?” he growled into the phone.

  “Beta, you told me to call you once there’s an update.” The submissive wolf on the other end of the line sounded cautious. “Terrence just confirmed the location of the strange wolf sniffing around our borders. The only problem is, he hasn’t exactly crossed New Haven territory.”

  Don was entirely wide-awake. Terrence was another enforcer for the pack, but Derrick relayed word that this was Don’s kill so the others respectfully kept their distance.

  “Tell Terrence thanks, and I’ll deal with it.” Don cut the connection and looked at Ricky.

  Snuggled comfortably in his sheets, the Omega looked happy to be lost in the realm of dreams. He had a sneaking suspicion only the end of the world would wake him. All good, considering Ricky didn’t know Don was about to end his worst nightmare.

  Not bothering with clothes, Don discarded his human skin as soon as he was outside. The only piece of clothing he bothered keeping was Ricky’s shirt and it was tied around his neck. Ricky’s scent still lingered on the shirt around his neck, but it wasn’t just his scent there and the intruder would know it.

  The outsider was smart enough to stay off New Haven land. Any shifter knew they either present themselves openly to Carlos or risked being hunted down, but a shifter’s animal half often got the better of his human half when important matters were involved. Especially when mates were involved, and Ricky’s scent now mixed with his. Don’s mission was simple enough. Once the outsider knew Ricky no longer solely belonged to him, he’d become enraged, and then it would be easy enough for Don to trick him into entering New Haven territory.

  Eager to get back to bed and to Ricky, Don sprinted through the woods until he was at the borders of the town. He slowed down, using the dark foliage to hide his striking white fur.

  An old black Lexus with its lights off was parked at the side of the road just before the “Welcome to New Haven” sign. Leaning against the body of the car was a tall, bald and broad shouldered man covered in tribal tattoos. He was nursing a smoke and tapping his foot impatiently on the gravel.

  A snarl threatened to emerge from Don’s muzzle, but he kept it in. The other wolf didn’t smell right. He’d smelled tainted. Don could practically smell the cruelty wafting off him. There was no mistaking him. So this is Clive. Don didn’t need to know the finer details of what this wolf did to Ricky. It was clear enough in the way the Omega reacted when they first met. Knowing it might lead to his death, Ricky agreed to spy on the New Haven pack just to get away from this man.

  Clive’s face snapped to attention. He dropped his cigar, straightened his posture and his eyes scanned the road. He sniffed the air and then his expression relaxed.

  “Ricky is that you? Come out, I’m not angry with you,” Clive said in a voice that reminded Don of a serial killer coaxing his prey.

  Don remained where he was, crouching in the bushes, and waiting for the opportunity to strike.

  “I said come out here, bitch. The longer you make me wait, the more you’ll get it worse,” Clive growled, cracking his knuckles.

  He began to walk over to where Don was hiding. Don’s fur prickled.

  “Don’t make me drag you out here.” Clive sniffed again and anger rippled across his features as the realization dawned on him that Ricky no longer belonged to him. “What’s that I smell on you? You let a New Haven wolf touch you, bitch?”

  All of Don’s muscles tensed in anticipation. His jaws couldn’t wait to feel Clive’s neck underneath it.

  “I th
ink you’ve forgotten, Ricky. You’re my fucking bitch and you’ll only fuck whoever I tell you to.”

  Clive was still a few meters from him, but Don leaped, teeth snapping and claws extended. His human half caved in to the instincts of his beast, and his beast caved in to its wrath. Sudden fright crossed Clive’s face. He took a terrified step backwards, his skin rippling with the change, but Don was on him in seconds.

  He collided with the repugnant outsider, his claws sinking and raking across flesh. The shifter beneath him howled in pain, the pain disrupting his concentration and his attempted shift. Don locked his powerful jaws around Clive’s neck and blood sprayed everywhere. Within seconds Clive’s limbs stopped failing uselessly. He didn’t deserve the quick death, but Don wasn’t cruel.

  Amber eyes peered from the bushes, but only one large reddish wolf was brave enough to trot to him. Derrick. Don wasn’t surprised. He must’ve looked out of control in his fury. A friendly rumble came from Derrick. Don only swatted the big red with his paw as if to say. “It’s over.”

  Shifting back to human form, Derrick bent over the corpse to examine it. One large hand ruffled Don’s ears. Don snarled, but Derrick only laughed.

  “We’ll take care of the rest. You go back to your vegan mate,” Derrick teased.

  Don howled his thanks and ran back towards the direction of New Haven where his mate awaited him.

  ****

  “Where did you go?” Ricky’s demanding voice pierced his cloud of self-satisfaction.

  The Omega stood in front of him, wearing only one of his cotton shirts, looking disheveled but very much awake.

  Don froze in the doorway. He was nude and still covered in blood.

  “Oh my God, what happened? Are you hurt?” The little Omega was suddenly a flurry of movement around him, panic and worry on his face. Don had to grab hold of his wrists to calm him down.

  “Ricky, I’m fine. Just headed out to take care of a little problem,” Don explained.

  It only occurred to him how the other wolf might take him killing his mate the wrong way. Unease filled him and Don held his breath, certain Ricky would catch Clive’s scent on him in a matter of seconds. Expecting an outburst, he steeled himself, but Ricky only flung himself against him. Tightly wrapping his arms around Don, the Omega buried his head into his chest.

  “Don’t ever worry me like that again, asshole,” Ricky croaked weakly, and then Don felt his body suddenly tense.

  A long silence passed before Ricky spoke again, “Why do you have Clive’s scent all over you, and is that my shirt tied around your neck?”

  The Omega parted from him and Don suddenly missed his warmth. Not just his warmth, but Don was itching to finally claim his mate the proper way. It took all of his self-preservation to prevent himself from simply bending Ricky over the kitchen counter to fuck him hours ago, and both he and his wolf could no longer wait. The great white beast inside him howled, thumping its tail impatiently. Time to claim our mate, why aren’t we claiming our mate? Don could imagine it asking.

  “Talk first, then fuck later,” Don muttered, unaware he said the words out loud.

  “What?” Ricky sounded indignant.

  The Omega actually shoved him away and began bearing down on him like a little poodle attempting to scare off a German Shepard. He jabbed a threatening finger into Don’s chest.

  “Talk first and fuck later? What the hell, Don. I was asking you a damn question and you’re going to answer it.”

  Don grabbed his wrists again, feeling Ricky’s pulse jump at the mere contact. The other man swallowed nervously.

  “You’re making demands on me now, little Omega?”

  “Yeah,” Ricky managed, fixing a glare at him. “You think you look threatening, do you, with a scarf still wrapped around your neck? If you want to know, you look just like one of those big dogs in those doggie commercials.”

  Don easily silenced him by mashing his lips against Ricky’s half-opened mouth. “I’m sorry.”

  “W-what?” Ricky sounded dazed. His eyes dropped from Don’s lips to his chest and a hungry look appeared in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry I killed Clive. Actually I’m not sorry at all. The bastard deserved it,” Don said bluntly, watching Ricky’s confused face change to anger, then to relief, and back to anger again. He steeled himself for his accusing words. After all, Don still stole Ricky away from his mate, abusive though his previous mate may be.

  “You could’ve at least told me what you intended to do instead of worrying me all night!” Ricky blurted, anger quickly dissipating when Don kissed him again.

  The other man’s taste and warmth speared though him. Don sucked on Ricky’s bottom lip, liking how the other man leaned into him in surrender. Their tongues dueled and tangled until they had to part to gasp for air.

  “You were worrying all night?” Don asked, amused at Ricky’s panting face.

  “Yeah I was, asshole.” Ricky looked down, and a blush crept to his cheeks and the sides of his face at the sight of Don’s half-erect cock. He bit his lip, looking undecided.

  “Enough talking,” Don said, deciding for him. “Take off your clothes.”

  ****

  Ricky barely heard Don’s command. His head was still reeling with the news Clive was dead. It felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Clive had always been on his heels like a vampire intent on bleeding him dry until he had nothing left to give. Knowing he was no longer there to torment Ricky and keep him on a leash still stunned him.

  Don killed Clive for me. Part of Ricky was still furious at the Beta for going behind his back, but the other part belonging to his beast was smug and satisfied.

  Wolves didn’t kill other rivals for no reason especially when mates were concerned, and werewolves mated for life. He really means to keep me, Ricky thought. A sob caught in his throat and the dark desire in the other man’s eyes began to dissipate and turn to concern.

  “Ricky, you asked me just now why I needed to get used to the taste of vegetables, remember?” Don placed a hand on his shoulder.

  The Beta’s scent rolled off him. Unable to help himself, Ricky leaned a little closer to inhale his wonderful masculine scent. Wildness caressed his nostrils. Don smelled of blood, wood and triumphant fury. It felt like a bolt seared down his chest and settled to a dull ache to his cock.

  “Yes. I remember,” Ricky managed.

  Don smiled, and that smile told him the other man was aware of his reaction.

  “I guess I do have to spell it out for you, little Omega.” Don leaned closer.

  The press of the rock hard muscles of his bare chest felt unbelievable against Ricky’s shirt. He groaned, wanting to feel his own nude skin sliding against his mate.

  “Spell it out for me,” Ricky pressed, running his hand across the expense of the other man’s chest.

  “You’re my mate now, Ricky. You belong to me, and I’m the only one who can have that sweet mouth, springy cock and sweet ass of yours,” Don growled.

  His large impatient hands didn’t wait for Ricky’s response. They only fumbled for his shirt and seconds later, Ricky stood naked in front of him. One look at the primal desire in the other man’s eyes no longer made him feel conscious about his lean and awkward body. The notion of solely belonging to the aggressive dominant wolf in front of him thrilled him to no end.

  Each touch of Don’s hands on his body made him moan. Cradling him in his powerful arms, Don lowered his head to one of his nipples. Brief pain made him cry out when Don bit teasingly into the hardening bud, but it soon melted to pleasure, and it was pleasure at being marked by his mate.

  “Liked that, little Omega?” Don whispered against his ear, making him shudder.

  Ricky felt the slight edge of his teeth moving down his neck, his tongue circling and exploring an area he’d like to mark. The torment was nearly too much for Ricky and just when he’d thought Don changed his mind, he bit and the mix of pain and pleasure made his head reel.

/>   “Beg me,” Don said, licking his lips.

  “What?”

  Ricky couldn’t speak after, not when Don began to playfully nip on his lower lip and then began to suck on both of them, making Ricky’s toes curl in sheer anticipation. Their tongues tangled with each other, seeking to taste and explore the warmth that poured from each of them.

  It wasn’t just a joining of their physical bodies, but also a joining of their metaphysical bestial halves. Their phantom wolves tangled and danced, their eager bodies brushing and sliding against each other in recognition of a perfect fit. A howl of triumph emerged from Don’s throat, making Ricky shudder in anticipation.

  “Beg me!” Don demanded again and the sheer authority in his voice made his submissive wolf happily bow its head to its mate.

  Knowing what his mate wanted to hear, Ricky said, “Fuck me. By the Gods, fuck me already.”

  “Good, little Omega. Very good.” Don nuzzled his neck once and then the world slightly wobbled.

  Ricky shrieked when his legs were no longer standing on solid ground. The corded muscles in Don’s arms didn’t even look the least bit strained as they carried him to the bedroom.

  “I feel like a bride.” Ricky yelped when Don tossed him on the bed.

  “A bride about to be ravished.” Don smiled and the look in his eyes as he used them to rake Ricky from head to toe, made his heart thump. To go home to this wonderfully frightening, overprotective, and unexpectedly kind man each night made his throat tighten with emotions.

  “Fuck me,” Ricky pleaded again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk properly in the morning, Don.”

  He yelped again when Don turned him over, and positioned him on all fours at the edge of the bed. Ricky whimpered when Don pressed one finger around the muscles of his ass.

  “Is your tight little ass ready for me, Ricky?”

  “More than ready,” Ricky answered, spreading his legs further and wriggling his ass mockingly at the other man.

  Don laughed, slapping his buttocks and nearly making him jump.

  “Be a good boy. I’ll only be gone a second to get the lube.”