Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  He stopped playing with Niketas’ cock and gave him real strokes, base to tip, twisted his wrist at the top and occasionally paused to tease the sensitive spot under the head with his thumb.

  Niketas gasped, then cried out. The muscles in his abs contracted, tight and hard, then relaxed and contracted again. He tried to buck back against the pillar this time, away from the touch on his oversensitive cock.

  It didn’t matter, Stelios was relentless, and Niketas refused to use the word he’d been given. Instead he took it, took everything Stelios gave and seemed to enjoy it.

  Stelios closed his eyes and slowed his pace a little. He was close himself with Niketas squeezing around him so tight, so hot inside…and the omega made such a beautiful picture to look at. He was more gorgeous sweaty and covered in his own come than he had been in that silk shirt, or even just naked and straining against the ropes.

  His lips were swollen from too much biting and his palms were marked by his fingernails. A thought occurred to Stelios, and he leaned forward enough that he could get his hands on the knots of the ropes holding Niketas’ arms behind his back.

  The Alpha undid them slowly, one at a time, and just as he’d thought Niketas didn’t reach for his cock, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Stelios’ shoulders, held him against his body and moaned.

  “You want to wrap your legs around me too, don’t you?”

  “Yes…”

  “Want to hold me like a lover, is that it?”

  “Yessss.”

  “You think you deserve that?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know but I want to, I want to please—”

  “Hmm.” Stelios stared at him through half-lidded eyes, considering, and kept himself to long, full strokes of his cock. There was something almost innocent about the way Niketas was begging, about the things he wanted, the way he flushed. Even if he was a defiant little bastard most of the time. Something…

  A thought occurred to him, and he pulled back enough that he could meet Niketas’ gaze, waited for him to catch his breath and ran a thumb across his lips. He moaned softly, licked at it, blinked glassy eyes and squeezed around the tip of Stelios’ cock. God he was tight, had barely loosened up at all. Like a damned virgin.

  “Niketas, how many men have you had before me?”

  “How…many…”

  “Yes.”

  “I haven’t—there weren’t any. Except—except Luka, when he punished me—please, move, c’mon move, I—”

  Stelios sucked in a breath. “Wait. You can’t be serious.”

  “Never even—had plenty’a women ‘cause of Luka but I…but I never even kissed a man before you. There was—”

  “Just my brother. I see. And Luka…of course he never kissed you. Never touched you like this, marked you up and really made you his. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.”

  Stelios buried his cock in Niketas’ ass again. This time when he leaned forward Stelios nipped the curve of his ear and ran his hands up the sides of Niketas’ body to his arms.

  “I’m going to give you what you want, Niketas. If I’d known—you might as well have been a virgin. Luka didn’t say but then maybe he doesn’t even… But I should’ve gone easier on you. You like it, don’t you? You like being tied up for me, being tormented.”

  “Yes…yes, I like it. But I want, I want more.”

  Stelios kissed his way from Niketas throat to his mouth. “You’re being so good for me now. This is why my brother said you’re submissive. You like giving it all to me. Power over you, control of your pleasure. Even when you’ve got such a smart mouth the rest of the time.”

  “I—I—”

  “I want the truth, Niketas.” He started to work at the ropes, not unbinding Niketas’ legs completely but loosening them from the one holding his thighs up and open.

  “Yes, yes, I like it, I liked it, I want to give you everything, and, but—but I want to—can’t I be your lover too?”

  A hot shiver flashed through Stelios, but it wasn’t a question he wanted to answer so soon. Not without thinking about it, not with his cock buried in him—not now. But he had the omega’s legs free then, and the moment Niketas realized it he wrapped them around Stelios’ back.

  Niketas let out a sigh and a moan at the same time, arched up against him, and the Alpha licked at his throat. Maybe the decision had been made for him. Stelios did want him…how long was it before Luka would come back? Maybe not long enough.

  Stelios returned his attention to the hot, shivering body in his arms. He got one hand between them and started to work over Niketas’ cock again, base to tip. Niketas dropped his head back against the pillar and squeezed his legs tighter around Stelios’ back.

  “So hard for me, so tight…I want to watch you come for me again. Are you close?”

  Noise that wasn’t even an attempt at words spilled out of Niketas’ throat, and Stelios started to fuck him harder, deeper, long thrusts, one after another, then braced himself with one hand on the pillar and slammed his hips against Niketas’ ass.

  His cock was twitching in Stelios’ fist, red and wet, probably oversensitive now but Niketas wasn’t complaining. He looked utterly wrecked, had come so hard there was white streaked on his cheek, in his hair, on his shoulder.

  Stelios leaned forward and licked it off him, bit his shoulder, his throat, and sucked red marks to the surface. Niketas moaned and shuddered, squeezed even tighter around him, and Stelios was gratified when he looked up with a wavering gaze to beg permission.

  “Please? Please, can I come please? You said you wanted to see, you said, let me come for you, let me—”

  “Yeah. Come for me. Come for me now.”

  Niketas bucked, twitched and spasmed under him, eyes squeezed shut and body clenched tight.

  His cock throbbed in Stelios’ fist, and Stelios slowed down enough to take in every pulse and spasm. The way Niketas’ face changed with his pleasure, the rippling of his abs as he came—the way he lifted his hips, then dropped down against Stelios’ cock and tried to take him deeper.

  “Gorgeous bastard, aren’t you? Damn. Gonna come inside you, fill you up—”

  “Yes, yes, yes, come inside me, come inside me.”

  His enthusiasm was unexpected but it tightened the heat already boiling in Stelios’ veins. He couldn’t keep from fucking into Niketas harder, maybe too hard but he was moaning and begging for it.

  God, he didn’t know what was good for him, did he? Didn’t know too much when he felt it. But he was hot and squeezing tight inside, and when Niketas lifted his mouth to kiss him Stelios couldn’t hold back anymore. He ravaged Niketas’ mouth with his tongue, buried his cock deep and let himself come.

  A low, shattered whine wound out of Niketas’ throat, muffled by their kiss, and Stelios watched his cock pulse, watched him come even though there was almost nothing left in him. He stayed still and let Niketas ride out the last pulses of his climax, enjoying how hot he was, how slick he felt with Stelios’ come inside him.

  After a minute he pulled back, reached around and started to untie the ropes holding Niketas to the pillar. He slumped forward against Stelios’ chest when he was free, put down his legs and tried to stand.

  There was no way that was going to happen, and Stelios held him up, smirking. “What do you think of your punishment?”

  Niketas’ voice was slurred. “Gonna break all your rules.”

  Stelios helped him out of the room, then down the hall and into the bathroom. Niketas blinked at the brightness of the lights, then again at the size of the tub—six of him could have fit in it easily. Stelios turned on the hot water, started the jets and finally stripped the rest of the way out of his clothes.

  Niketas stared at him, licked him up with eyes turned suddenly hungry. Stelios grinned sharply, reached out and caught hold of his chin.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Yeah, I—yeah.”

  “Good. Get in the water.”

  Obedient now, and stea
dier, Niketas sat on the edge of the tub and swung his legs over. He hissed at the heat, then dropped himself in, slid down under the water and dropped his head back against the side of the tub. He jerked his gaze up when Stelios stepped in with him and sank down beside him.

  “Come here.”

  Niketas scooted over and moaned against his mouth when Stelios kissed him. “I was going to clean you up, but if you keep making noises like that—”

  “Don’t want me to make noise then don’t keep kissin’ me.”

  “Oh? Feels that good? Just a kiss.”

  “I—yes.”

  Stelios chuckled, leaned over and kissed him again. “You’re even defiant about your pleasure.”

  “Sorry.” Niketas muttered it under his breath, but Stelios dragged him up into his lap, squeezed his ass with both hands and kissed him again, harder than before.

  “Sorry? No, I don’t want you to be sorry. I like you just the way you are. I think I want to keep you for a while. Maybe I won’t give you back to Luka at all, but at least for now…I want you.” Stelios kissed Niketas’ throat, his jaw, his parted lips, and Niketas rocked against him, moaning softly.

  “You like that idea? More of me? If you stay here with me I’ll torment you, Niketas. I’ll spoil you with pleasure when I choose, and every other way…but you have to understand that. When I choose. There’s other kinds of punishment than what I did with you today, and you might not like them as much if you disobey.”

  Niketas nodded slowly, then wrapped his arms around Stelios’ shoulders and slipped his hands up the back of his neck into his hair. “I can live with that, since it’s you. I want—” And then he stopped, bit his lip and closed his eyes and when he opened them again, started over. “Please, Sir? Do it agai-”

  Stelios shut him up with another kiss, then ran both hands up Niketas’ back and down again.

  “Sir, hm? I like that…and I didn’t even have to ask, didn’t have to tell you. I’m going to do more to you than you’ve ever heard of, Niketas. And I want more from you—so much more. I want you bent over, and in my bed, riding me and on your knees. And I want you to suck my cock. Maybe that smart mouth of yours is good for more than just disobedience.”

  Niketas shrugged, but the spark in his eye belied the casual motion. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

  Stelios watched him lick his lips. “But you want to.”

  “Yeah. I want to—” Niketas slid back off Stelios’ lap and went to his knees in the water. His voice had gone quiet and thick with breath. “I want to.”

  First Nights

  Chapter One

  Stelios was so hot. So hot, and the head of his cock was smooth as satin on Niketas’ tongue. Niketas had thought there would be some flavor, like the scent of his skin, but everything had been washed away by the water.

  The Alpha leaned back against the edge of the tub and let Niketas take more of his cock into his mouth, and more—God there was no way he was going to be able to take it all, but he wanted to and he didn’t even know why. He tried to remember what women had done to him, what felt good, or what he’d wanted, then pulled up and curled his tongue around the head of Stelios’ cock.

  Stelios sucked in a breath, and Niketas was surprised at the instant pulse of heat that flickered to life in his belly. He did it again, wanted to make Stelios moan for him, then sucked him down harder, licked the length of his cock and tried to take more than before. He choked a little, then lifted his head to take a breath and tried again—God so much cock, there was no way, no way, but he wanted it, wanted to-

  Stelios reached out and pulled his hair, tugged his head back until Niketas only had the head of his cock in his mouth, could look up and meet his eyes. “If you want to take it all, I’ll help you. But you don’t have to. I know it’s your first time.”

  His cock twitched a little on Niketas’ tongue as he said that, got even harder, and Niketas felt himself flushing. He rolled his tongue around the tip and oh that was it. There was the taste of him, salt and Stelios.

  So good. He tastes so—

  Niketas tried more tongue, sucked harder, took Stelios deeper into his mouth with every stroke, then pulled up again. Oh yeah. He lifted his mouth off and licked wetness from the tip of Stelios’ cock, then did it all over again.

  “Fuck, look at you. You like the taste of me, Niketas?”

  Niketas flushed darker, scowled and looked up at Stelios anyway. “So what if I do, I–”

  “Gorgeous. No idea what you look like, do you? On your knees for me, licking my cock like that. Just for the taste of me.” He tugged at Niketas’ hair, then leaned back again, shifted his hips so more of his cock stood out from the water. “Well? Go on. You looked like you were having fun.”

  “Yeah. I mean—yes, Sir.”

  “Better. Now, get your mouth back on my cock.”

  Niketas wrapped his lips around the tip, licked all over then took him deeper and moaned softly as Stelios pulled his hair. Even though he’d come what—three times? Four?—while Stelios was fucking him, while he’d been tied up, Niketas felt his cock twitching against his thigh, getting harder while he sucked. God, what was wrong with him?

  Submissive.

  The word echoed in the voices of both his Alphas, Luka’s amusement and Stelios’ desire.

  Was this what it meant, too? Not just liking the way Stelios tied him up, kept him from coming—liking to be on his knees for him? Wanting the taste of him…wanting his moans, his heavy breaths. Fuck.

  Niketas shifted and almost reached for his own cock, but he knew without even asking that Stelios wouldn’t allow that. Instead he sucked harder, licked under the head where he knew he liked to be teased himself and tightened his grip on Stelios’ thighs when Stelios groaned and thrust up into his mouth.

  “Knew you’d be—good with that mouth. More tongue, yes, like that. Just like that. Can you take more?”

  Niketas moaned, sucked harder and took another inch, then another, choked and had to pull back. Then Stelios’ hands were in his hair, guiding him as he gave soft instructions. “Relax. Relax your throat or you won’t be able to take it. Better. Now swallow. Swallow. Yes. Enough now—oh that’s good. So good with your tongue. Take it again for me, just like that.”

  He moved his hands lightly through Niketas’ hair, barely pulling, almost a caress. Niketas moaned and obeyed, and this time took Stelios’ cock deeper, more than half, before he had to pull back again and take a breath. He kept doing that, again, and again, until Stelios tightened a fist in his hair and swore.

  “Fuck. So good. Gonna come in your mouth, is that what you want, Niketas?”

  “Mmm—mmmm.” He wanted to taste it, wanted to feel Stelios come and know he’d done it, wanted to hear him moaning—wanted to taste it. The omega sucked harder, pointed the tip of his tongue and traced over and over that sensitive spot just under the head of Stelios’ cock. That got him just what he’d wanted.

  The Alpha’s groan was loud and his fingers went tight in Niketas’ hair, held him still while Stelios bucked his hips up again and again, fucking into his mouth as he came. Sweet. Salt. Bitter. Stelios. Niketas shuddered, licked all around the tip of Stelios’ cock and swallowed him down again, wanting more.

  He sucked and a last few drops spilled hot onto his tongue, but he didn’t lift his mouth away until Stelios pulled him back by his hair.

  “Stop that, before I make you do it all again.”

  “I’ll do it again—” His breathing was unsteady and heavy, his voice more eager than his words, but he didn’t care.

  Stelios chuckled, reached down and wiped under Niketas’ bottom lip with his thumb. “Yes, you will.”

  Niketas licked at his thumb, sucked a drop of come off it and was surprised at Stelios’ sudden growl, the heat of his mouth pressed against Niketas’. Stelios kissed him harder, deeper, fucked his mouth with his tongue and never mind that Niketas had to taste like nothing but him. It was almost like he—

 
; “Taste so good, Niketas. Even better with me on your lips.”

  “You—you like that?” He panted against Stelios’ mouth as he kissed him again.

  “Yes. But that’s enough of that for now, I brought you in here to clean you up and look you over, not make more of a mess out of you. Not tonight, anyway.”

  “O-Oh.”

  Stelios laughed at him again. “Too eager for your own good, aren’t you? Get over here.” He made room on the ledge beside him, and Niketas sat and endured Stelios’ examination without complaint. His wrists, his back, the line of bites along his throat, still radiating heat—then Stelios slid a hand down, cupped his ass and squeezed.

  “Stand up for me now. Hands against the wall, and bend over so I can look at that tight little hole of yours.”

  Niketas swallowed once, stood slowly and turned his back to Stelios, then leaned over as he’d been told. Stelios’ hands were on his ass almost immediately, squeezing him, then holding him open. “Ropes didn’t chafe at all. Good.” Then one hand let go and Niketas moaned as Stelios traced a finger over his hole, circled it and pressed barely inside him.

  “A little red, but that’s not bad. Are you hurting any?”

  “No, God I—it doesn’t…hurt.”

  Stelios let go of him and smacked him once, just sharp enough to sting. “Good. Wash up now.” Niketas sucked in a breath and stayed where he was for another moment, but Stelios was already sloshing to his feet. “Didn’t hear me? Wash up, I said. I want you scrubbed up good for me.”

  “Alright, alright, I—”

  “What was that?”

  “I—I mean, yes, Sir.”

  Despite what he’d said, by the time Niketas was cleaned up and Stelios was ready to get out of the water, the long soak had reduced his desire to a low ebb. He was tired, exhausted, wanted to curl up in a warm corner of furs somewhere and…

  “What do you want for dinner?”