Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  “Dinner?”

  “You’ve got to be hungry by now.”

  Niketas rubbed his eyes, shook his head and yawned as he stood, sloshing, and climbed out of the tub. “Um…food’s…yeah.” He accepted a towel from Stelios and was surprised at how warm it was—fancy stuff all over. “Guess I’m hungry but it’s not like I’m used to having a whole lotta choices. Just whatever we hunted.”

  “I know what life’s like with a pack, Niketas, you don’t have to tell me. Knowing is why I live here.” The corners of his lips twitched up for just a moment. “Alright, I don’t feel like going out. I’ll call in steaks, you just want the meat or something else too?”

  Niketas lifted an eyebrow. “Place like this and you do your own cooking?”

  “As if. Kitchen’s downstairs, Andrei cooks. So, what do you want?”

  The faintest flush colored Niketas’ cheeks, and he shrugged in embarrassment. “I don’t really…just—whatever you’re having’s fine.”

  Stelios looked at him, then grinned and shook his head. “You…are…I don’t even know what you are. What are you blushing for now?”

  “I’m not—”

  “You are.” Stelios wrapped his towel around his waist, then reached out and stroked his thumbs over Niketas’ cheeks. “You are. Thinking dirty thoughts again?”

  “No, I— Look, I just don’t really know what I’m doing here, alright? I don’t fit this kinda place, I don’t…I’m scared to touch anything in case I break it, probably cost more’n my life’s worth—damn towel probably did, fuck.” He cinched it as he spoke, and glared up as Stelios chuckled at him.

  “Cute. But why do you think any of that matters to me? You think I don’t know that? I just told you, I know what it’s like living with a pack.”

  He grabbed hold of Niketas’ towel and jerked him close, mouthed at his throat, nuzzled his cheek, then kissed him. “You’re here…mm.” Another kiss. “You’re here because Luka thought you needed to be punished. Because he thought I’d be good for you. You’re staying because I think he was right…a little. And because I think you’ll be good for me.”

  He bit Niketas’ lip, licked up his moan and kissed him again. “Because I like the way you moan for me, the way you open up for me. The way you try to defy me and then beg for me. And it’s all just for me, only for me. Nobody else has ever had you.”

  “Luka—”

  “Wasn’t your lover, and he’s never going to be.”

  Niketas dropped his gaze. That stung, no matter how true it was, but Stelios tilted his head back up again and forced him to meet his eyes.

  “Am I not good enough, is that it? You want to go back to your pack, your Alpha?” He looked…almost resigned, as if he thought that was what Niketas was thinking, but the blue of his eyes was burning cerulean bright. Niketas sucked in a breath and shook his head.

  “No, no. You’re—good enough, more than good enough, I’m the one that’s—don’t you get it, that’s why I—no, you’re—my Alpha too. My Alpha.” There was hardly any space between them anyway, but Niketas pressed himself tight against Stelios chest, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and kissed him.

  It was only once he’d done it that he realized he hadn’t kissed Stelios before on his own initiative—he’d never kissed any man like this before. Another first for Stelios, then.

  He snickered a little, and Stelios pulled back to give him a questioning look. “’S my first kiss—well, first one I ever gave to a man, anyway. You-mmph!” Stelios slammed him back against the wall, but it was the cold damp of the tile that shocked the breath out of him, and the heated intensity of Stelios’ mouth as he kissed him quiet.

  “Do you know what that does? Do you know what that does to me? All your firsts.”

  Stelios kissed him again, then again, deep and hot. When he stopped Niketas caught himself on the edge of a whimper, because he didn’t want him to stop, but Stelios smirked at him even though he’d managed to keep back the sound.

  “Cute. Get dressed, I’ll call down for dinner.

  Niketas stared at the Alpha as he strode out of the bathroom and turned the corner into his bedroom, then scowled and stalked back to the playroom where he’d left his own clothes. He muttered to himself as he pulled his shirt on and scowled as the silk stuck to his skin. “Cute, he says. The fuck, I’m not—seriously? Fuckin’—”

  “I can still hear you, Niketas.”

  The words floated down the hall toward him, and Niketas jerked his head up, flushing even though there was no one there.

  By the time he was dressed, Stelios was disappearing through the door at the end of the living room, accompanied by good smells and some other person. Damn, that was fast, but now that he had the scent of food his stomach was growling.

  He took a step toward that door, then stopped as it popped open and a stranger came out. Niketas registered green eyes and brown hair, the faint spark of wolfish presence as the other man passed him by, nodded and grinned and slipped out the front door. Another wolf?

  So, there was more to Stelios’ life here than just a human existence after all.

  Niketas pulled open the door of the dining room and stood just inside with his hands shoved in his pockets, until Stelios looked up at him, amusement writ large on his face. There was nothing weird on the table, just places set for two, but the dining room was huge, and the table was huge, and that was…a little awkward. Stelios pointed at the chair to his right, and lifted an eyebrow.

  “Sit. Eat. Or are you just going to stand there and watch me?”

  “No, I—sorry.”

  “Its fine, how many times do I have to tell you?”

  Niketas shrugged and slipped into the chair, then looked up out of the corner of one eye as he cut into the steak steaming on his plate. “So…what do I call you when you’re not, uh…”

  “Fucking you?”

  “Y-Yeah.”

  Stelios chuckled, leaned back in his chair and sipped at his glass of wine, something red. “My name, if you want. Or not. What do you want, Niketas?”

  “You. More of—I want more of you.”

  “I’d gotten that impression, yes. But what do you want?”

  Niketas took a bite for an excuse not to answer right away, chewed slowly and avoided Stelios’ gaze. “That…I don’t really know, Sir.” The word came from him easy, too easy, and Stelios smirked.

  “No? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes-”

  “Want to suck my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Want me to tie you up and tease you, play with you and torment you? Not let you come until I want you to? Make you come as many times as I do want you to?”

  “God yes.”

  “Niketas. You bent your fork.”

  “Oh—” He looked down at the utensil in his hand. He’d tightened his fingers too suddenly at those last words of Stelios’, and now the handle was curved to match his grip. “Sorry. Told you I was gonna break everything.” He grinned a little, twitched his shoulders then bent it back, though there was still a definite ripple in the handle anyway.

  “I think one fork is a little early to be talking about everything. Tell me, you liked the ropes, liked being tied up. Did you like the egg inside you?”

  Niketas shivered, met Stelios’ eyes and answered hotly. “Yes. Everything you—I liked everything you did to me.”

  “Even though you complained so much?”

  “That was because I—because you—yes.”

  “Do you want to try more toys? I could tease that little hole of yours with some beads, fill you up with a nice fat plug and keep you ready…stretch you open so I can fuck you whenever I want.”

  “Yeah.” Niketas flushed at his own breathless, eager answer, and didn’t care. “I—all of those things, I want all of them.”

  “And what else, Niketas?”

  “What else? I don’t…what else is there? I want more, I told you. Want you to tie me up and take me and—I just—I
don’t know what I want but I want everything you say and…”

  “I see. That’s good, Niketas. That’s…very good. Finish your dinner, we’ll watch a movie and maybe see about some of that more—if you’re really up for it.

  “Yes Sir.” A pool of heat settled at the base of his spine, and Niketas ate so fast he barely tasted it. Some kind of salad, steak and potatoes and a glass of wine. Whenever he looked up Stelios’ eyes were on him, amused and heated, though he was eating his own dinner too.

  Niketas sat quietly when he was finished, waiting impatiently for Stelios. He said nothing, but his eyes were fixed on Stelios’ hands, their smooth movements as he cut his steak. Fingers. Hands…

  He couldn’t think about anything but the way Stelios touched him when he looked at those hands. Calluses on his fingers, which were rough and perfect against his skin. That tight grip, those hands wrapped around his hips, caging him against the wall, stroking him and teasing him and stretching him—

  By the time Stelios got up and stood by his chair, Niketas was flushed and jittery, aroused more by his own thoughts than anything the Alpha had done. Stelios had said too many things and now he didn’t know which of them he wanted more, which he could ask for or which he should.

  Or maybe he shouldn’t ask for any of them, maybe it didn’t matter, maybe asking meant he wouldn’t get what he wanted just because Stelios liked to torment him.

  “Are you going to sit here all night, Niketas?”

  “What? Oh—no.”

  “Come on, then.”

  Chapter Two

  Stelios padded into the living room, and Niketas jumped up and followed him closely. The Alpha sat at the end of the couch, and when Niketas sat Stelios tugged him over until he was laying half in his lap.

  “You can do better than that, Niketas.” He turned, grumbling, and shifted so Stelios could lay an arm down his side and hook his fingers under waistband of his jeans. “Better. What do you want to watch?”

  “Dunno, I haven’t seen a movie since last year, I think.” He closed his eyes, nuzzled his cheek against Stelios, then blinked them open and looked at the television screen. “Whatever you want, I don’t care.”

  “Alright.”

  Bright colors flashed across the black, then white images and gunfire, and Niketas was absorbed in the action of the film after a few minutes. Stelios seemed to be half watching the movie and half watching him. He kept touching him, stroking his back, down over his ass and back up. He carded his fingers through Niketas’ hair and finally paused the movie mid-explosion to nudge him up off his lap.

  “I want you naked, and then right back where you are.”

  “Huh? Yeah okay.” He sat up and stripped out of his shirt, dropped it over the arm of the couch then unbuttoned his jeans and hitched himself up enough to slip them off. He lay back down, shifting a little just to get closer, and Stelios didn’t complain. Warm fingers slid down Niketas’ shoulder and over his chest, a slow caress of all his exposed skin.

  Stelios unpaused the movie, but Niketas was distracted now, aware of the smooth fabric of the couch against one side and the teasing caress of Stelios’ fingers on the other. He found himself focusing on that slow touch as it moved down, over his hip, across his abs to his navel and then up when he wanted down instead.

  Rough fingertips brushed over one nipple, then the other—and then they were moving down again, and Niketas held his breath, waiting, hoping. Stelios slid his hand down until his fingertips were an inch from Niketas’ cock, then traced a line around his side again and over his ass.

  “You’re supposed to be watching the movie, Niketas.” Stelios gave him one sharp smack, just teasing, but Niketas moaned, startled. The sting of it was sweet and hot, throbbed in tandem with his cock for an instant and then dissipated. Stelios’ hand went still against his skin, then lifted away.

  The second smack was more purposeful, sharper, and Niketas bucked against it and bit his lip.

  Stelios grabbed his ass where he’d smacked it. “You like that too? Want me to spank you, make your ass all red and hot for me before I fuck you?”

  “I… Oh fuck.” The third hit was harder, caught the curve of his ass just above the crease of his thigh, and Niketas was too startled to hold back his moan.

  “Well? Answer me, Niketas. You want me to spank you until you come for me, is that it?”

  Niketas felt the flush in his cheeks spreading, then licked his lips. “You can do that?”

  “That depends, do you like it?”

  Niketas pushed himself to his knees, leaned back and wrapped his fist around his cock. Damn, he was so hard and he didn’t even understand why. “What do you think?” He heard his own voice and would’ve flushed darker if he could’ve. The sound was hoarse with desire, a wolf-whine in it that he couldn’t keep back.

  “What I think? I think we’ll start with ten.” Stelios grabbed him and dragged him over his lap, settled him with his cock between Stelios’ thighs and ran a hand over the curve of his ass.

  “Ten—”

  “Yes. Count them for me.”

  “Count—ah!” The first strike took him off guard, and Niketas bucked down away from it, then gasped as that drove his cock between Stelios’ thighs. The rough fabric of his pants intensified the sensation, and Niketas shivered, then twitched as Stelios tapped him, impatient.

  “Count, I said.”

  “Wha-what?”

  “Now we have to start over.”

  Stelios spanked him again, a swift, sharp smack that caught him in the same spot as the last one.

  “Oh—oh. One-”

  “One?”

  There was a dangerous edge in Stelios’ tone, and Niketas shivered again. “One, Sir.”

  “Better.” Stelios caught him with another smack, then another, and another, and Niketas was stuck gasping, bucking down into the rough rub of Stelios’ thighs against his cock, then back up against his palm. “Two—thr—fuck, Sir—”

  “Fuck isn’t a number, Niketas.”

  Again, harder, so that the sound of Stelios hand hitting Niketas’ ass echoed sharply. “F-Four, Sir, God.” Five and six built the tingling heat of the first few smacks into a steady burn that throbbed in time with Niketas’ cock pulsing between Stelios’ thighs.

  Stelios paused and trailed his fingers over the curve of his buttocks, before the Alpha hit him again, harder.

  “Sev-seven, Sir. Ah! Ei-ei-eigh-ohhh.”

  Stelios caressed him, the gentle touch a sharp contrast, the heat of his hand almost unbearable against the stinging skin of Niketas’ ass. “Let’s try that one again.” He smacked the exact same spot and Niketas sucked in a breath that was almost a sob.

  “Eight. Sir. Sir—” He fucked down into Stelios’ thighs again, then lifted his ass back toward his hand, anticipating. The last two landed one after another in quick succession. “Nine—ten—fuck, Sir, so close, Sir-”

  He was an inch away from coming, was ready to fuck Stelios’ thighs until he shot all over his legs, until he—”

  “Four more?”

  Sting. So sweet. So hot, his ass, his cock—

  Two was all Niketas needed, two swift, sharp strikes against the curve of his ass, and then it was all over, never mind that he hadn’t asked permission, that he couldn’t even believe—fuck, he was coming so hard.

  “Sorry, sorry, oh God I—Sir, coming, Sir, I’m coming, I—sorry—coming!”

  “Told you I’d spank you until you came, didn’t I? If you liked it.” He smacked Niketas again, and then again, increasing the heat, prolonging his orgasm, making him buck his oversensitive cock into the wet mess he’d made of Stelios’ pants. “And since you liked it, I’m going to do it again.”

  Niketas groaned and shook his head. “No, Sir, so hot and it stings—” But he lifted his ass for more anyway, and Stelios laughed at him.

  “Stings, huh? I bet it does. But I didn’t mean right now, Niketas. Right now, I want you to get up so I can get these pants off. Look what
a mess you made.”

  Given the option, Niketas looked him up and down, stared while Stelios stripped down to his skin. He wanted to run his hands all over him, get on his knees and breathe in the scent of him, suck his cock again so he could taste—

  “Something you want?”

  “Your cock.”

  “Yeah? Stay on the couch like that, but turn around.”

  “Sir?”

  “On your knees like that, but turn around. Hold onto the back of the couch—there you go. Look at you, ass so red…” Niketas wasn’t expecting the smack Stelios laid on him, jerked forward and cried out, then moaned when Stelios held him open and teased his hole with a thumb.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Niketas. One more time before bed, is that what you want?”

  “Don’t care, fuck me or I’ll suck your cock or I’ll – I don’t care, I just want—” Stelios teased him with the head of his cock, pressing just a little inside, then pulling back. “Oh fuck, fuck, so fucking—yes just fuck me, fuck me.”

  “Are you sure you can take it, Niketas?”

  Fuck. No fingers, no stretching or teasing, just his cock? Fuck yes.

  “Fuck yes-”

  “Mm…stay just like that. I’ll be right back.”

  The blunt, hot pressure of Stelios cock retreated, and Niketas whined, then jerked his head up as Stelios strode around the end of the couch and down the hall.

  “Hey! What are you—don’t just leave me like this, I—”

  “I said. Stay.”

  He didn’t even look back over his shoulder, just strode into the playroom and then back out again. At least Niketas had a nice view of his ass flexing as he walked away, and his hard cock drawn up against his belly, his eyes burning blue as he walked back with something in his fist.

  The delay was explained when he came back around and Niketas heard the snick of a cap and the squelch of lube being squeezed out, then the slick sound of Stelios’ fist working it over his cock.

  He wiped his hand on the pants Niketas had already dirtied up, grabbed Niketas’ ass and pressed the head of his cock inside him. He gave no word, no warning. There was just the sudden stretch of it, burning to match the sting still lingering on his ass under the heat of Stelios’ hands.