Vegan-licious Omega
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Even though Don was only gone for less than a minute, Ricky began to push and wriggle his bottom again upon his return. Don slapped it again, making him moan.
“You like being spanked, my little vegan Omega?”
“No. I don’t,” Ricky lied, glad Don couldn’t see his flushed face.
Another stinging slap on his left cheek soon betrayed him. He moaned just as the pleasure began to spread, but Don’s bare hand smacked him again.
“Oh hell, yes,” Ricky moaned.
He felt Don’s lubed and wet finger working its way around the ring of muscles in his slit. His entire body throbbed with excitement. Ricky groaned, feeling Don slide one finger in and then another. Then he scissored them, preparing his access. Just thinking of the other man’s long meaty cock inside him made him push his snatch against Don’s hand again. For his efforts, Don smacked him again, laughing.
Ricky only whined his impatience.
“I think I’m going to enjoy you very much, Ricky. I wanted to ram my cock into this sweet hole of yours the moment I spotted it in the grocery.”
Don palmed his slightly stinging bottom and then landed a few more smacks. Ricky’s own cock felt strained and full by the time his mate entered just the tip of his cock inside his ready asshole.
“Beg me again,” Don ordered and once Ricky did, Don slammed the entire length of him into his waiting slit.
Ricky gasped at the slight sting, and the gasp was soon replaced by a moan as Don grabbed his hips and began to withdraw out of him. Another groan tickled out of him when Don rammed his cock into him again.
“You like that, baby?” Don asked, palming the reddened flesh.
“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me harder, Don. Faster,” Ricky moaned.
Don delivered another swat again, and another. Each slap came harder and faster just as his cock slid smoothly inside him. The intensity of the duel sensations of Don’s warm hand and his steel-hard cock managed to rob Ricky of his awareness. His entire body hummed and offered itself eagerly to the tune of Don’s thrusts and the loud smack of his hand. Stings spread across his bottom, and pain mingled wonderfully with pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” Don grunted.
Clutching one hand on the sheets, Ricky lifted his other to fist his throbbing cock. It practically sighed in his hand as he began to pump. The triple sensations swept every rational thought away. In a few moments, he was close to coming and he had a feeling Don was too.
“Fuck, can you feel that, baby? I’m coming.” Don made one last deep thrust inside him until his balls were touching Ricky’s marked skin, and then he erupted.
His warm sticky cum exploded inside Ricky, and his own cock gave way. He felt Don’s steady hands on his waist when he began to empty his cock. Need and desire swept through him, making his entire body shake and shudder. His mate let Ricky sag against him, the solid feel of him a wonder.
“Liked that, didn’t you?” Don asked later when they were both snuggled in freshly changed sheets. Ricky felt his hand linger on his aching behind.
“It was hot,” Ricky admitted, closing his eyes when he felt Don’s lips against his neck. “I feel so spoiled.”
“You deserved to be spoiled, Ricky. You’re my mate now and I if I want to spoil you rotten, I’ll do so.” Don nuzzled his neck, sniffing at his scent. “In fact, I’m even going to make some light and fluffy vegan pancakes for us tomorrow.”
“You will?” A sob nearly caught itself in Ricky’s throat. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get used to being with an overbearing, possessive, and wonderful mate. “How do you know vegan recipes anyway?”
“From Jack, Derrick’s mate. Derrick’s a diabetic, you know. Jack’s trying to convince him to eat more veggies.” Don sounded distracted and Ricky could feel his wet tongue on his neck. The other man firmly tightened his arms around his waist, as if he was afraid Ricky could somehow slip away.
“When you said I should stay with you while you waited for your Alpha’s verdict, I didn’t expect you’d keep me,” Ricky pointed out.
“Hell I didn’t either, but I don’t regret the decision one bit. Carlos said I can do what I want with you, so I claimed you as my mate. Any complaints?” Don sounded annoyed, so Ricky turned his head to kiss him on the lips.
“No complaints,” Ricky answered. He buried his head contently at the hollow of the other man’s throat, feeling satiated and happy.
Epilogue
The Alpha of the Starr Mountain pack gritted his teeth when he heard the news. Some of the wolves he sent to Dark Creek (the town near New Haven) to investigate came back with Clive’s badly mangled and mutilated body. There was no mistaking how Clive died. He was mauled and torn apart by the New Haven wolves like a prime piece of meat.
“Did you find the body of the Omega trash?” Jax asked.
When his wolves gave each other frightened and nervous looks, the knowledge of Ricky’s betrayal filled him and coated his vision in white-hot fury. The growl he let out sent his weaker wolves scrambling for cover. Jax’s skin rippled and his bones began to make popping sounds to make way for his bellowing and enraged wolf.
His half-shifted claws caught one of his small newly shifted brown beasts, and tossed it against the table. The table shattered, the wolf whimpered, and rolled over on its back to bare its neck and belly to him in pure submission. Reeling in his anger, Jax ignored him.
He was Alpha to the most powerful pack in the Quad Cities for a reason, and he didn’t win and claw his way up the ranks because he was a brute who only knew how to answer violence with violence.
While Jax Starr didn’t care about the loss of an Omega from his pack, the loss of two powerful Betas from his pack did. Sending Clive wasn’t the best move on his part. The fool must’ve crossed territory borders for some brainless reason. Still, the state Clive’s corpse was found in was nearly a declaration of war.
To make matters worse, he just learned his own son Derrick was now one of Carlos Medina’s right-hand wolves. While Jax always suspected Derrick to be a formidable and powerful wolf in his own right, he certainly didn’t expect that stuttering tub of lard to become a second to one of the most vicious and isolated packs in the Quad Cities.
“Alpha, I suspect the New Haven pack didn’t expect us to dig up Clive’s hastily disposed body,” observed Reed, one of his most powerful enforcers. The scarred old Beta was probably one of the few wolves in his pack brave enough to speak his mind even when Jax was in one of his destructive rages.
“The New Haven pack has gone on long enough thinking they can exist and rule in their own little world,” Jax decided, his voice hard. “It’s time we teach those mongrels that there’s a bigger world out there where the real monsters rule.”
The End
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