Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  “So good with that mouth—such a good—fuck I’m gonna come.”

  Heat spurted over Niketas’ tongue, and he tried to swallow it all but couldn’t. Some spilled out of the corners of his mouth and he choked, moaned, then licked his lips and Stelios’ cock and his own fingers for more. The taste of him, the taste of him.

  “Damn but you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you know that? On your knees, Niketas. I’ve got…” He lifted his head and peered over Niketas at the clock. “Two hours before the one meeting today I couldn’t cancel, and I’m gonna fuck you until you scream before I go.”

  The tip of his cock twitched against Niketas’ tongue, and Niketas licked him one more time before he crawled back and turned, pushed the furs away and braced himself on his knees and elbows with his thighs parted wide.

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  ~ ~ * * ~ ~

  Niketas lay and drowsed in Stelios’ furs when the Alpha finally let him go. He watched Stelios getting dressed for his meeting, closed his eyes for a moment and then blinked them open at warm pressure on his lips. “Mmm…Sir.”

  It was barely even a kiss until Niketas lifted his mouth, and then Stelios gave in to his desire and kissed him soundly, pressed him down against the furs and only pulled away when Niketas moaned against his mouth.

  “You’re going to make me late. I have to go. Do what you want while I’m gone, alright? Except…” He bent once more and kissed him hard. “I don’t want you touching yourself.”

  “Yes Sir.” Niketas licked Stelios’ lips and got his own bitten in return. Then Stelios jerked back, pressed the back of one hand against his mouth and straightened his tie.

  “Should be back in a few hours. Maybe less, if I get lucky, but I don’t expect I will.”

  Niketas stayed where he was as Stelios left, listened to the apartment door open and close, then stretched out across the furs and sighed.

  He closed his eyes and breathed in the scents of sex and Stelios, thought about wandering into the living room, watching something, maybe poking around in the fridge. But the fur he was lying on was still warm from Stelios’ skin, and he really had no incentive to get up.

  Niketas had slept well enough once Stelios had brought him in here, but the way the Alpha had spoiled him this morning had brought back his earlier exhaustion. Anyway, there was nothing he wanted to watch.

  Instead, he closed his eyes and dug himself deeper into the furs, wrapped himself up in them and dozed. When he opened his eyes again the clock told him almost three hours had passed. He sat up slowly, yawned and stretched, then crawled out of the furs and stretched some more.

  He was surprised Stelios’ wasn’t back yet, but then he had no idea what kind of meeting it had been. He didn’t really want to know, either. Office work was not his thing.

  Niketas wandered out into the hallway, stopped outside the playroom and flushed, then continued to the living room and settled himself in the chair he’d chosen the night before. He was considering the remote when a presence rushed over him with a scent like hot metal. He looked up at the door, but the rough power of an angry Alpha was making itself known to Niketas before Stelios even opened it.

  He shivered at the feel of so much aggravated power, but it wasn’t directed at him, and he sat still and quiet in his chair, facing the door.

  It slammed open and shut to let Stelios in, but Niketas said nothing, just stared back when Stelios gazed at him. He whined faintly, then stayed where he was when Stelios growled low in his throat, telling him not to move without words.

  Stelios stalked by and stripped out of his jacket, tossed it on the back of the couch and strode down the hall and out of sight. Niketas tracked him by the sounds of his movement. The door of his bedroom slammed shut, and clothes rustled to the floor. He heard drawers opening and shutting, then the door again, and the bathroom door…and then the bath.

  Niketas thought about going to him, seeing if he wanted help, or…something. But that growl—the way he’d glared.

  He sat on his hands and stayed where he was, waiting. A half hour passed, and then Niketas heard water sloshing, draining. He didn’t notice he’d crouched in his chair, anticipating, until Stelios came out of the bathroom rubbing his hair dry, and raised an eyebrow in his direction.

  Niketas sat back then, flushing, but Stelios didn’t seem to care. He slung himself onto the couch and lay there with his eyes closed, irritation scrawled in the heavy lines on his brow. Quietly, Niketas slunk across the room and went to his knees by Stelios’ side. He ran his fingers up from the back of Stelios’ hand to his shoulder, then around to the back of his neck.

  He rubbed gently for a few minutes, taking his cue from the fact that Stelios hadn’t told him to stop or go away. It felt like there was something Niketas should say, but he didn’t know what. ‘I missed you’? No. ‘I’m glad you’re home’? Well that was fuckin’ obvious, wasn’t it?

  Niketas kept silent instead, but Stelios wasn’t complaining about it, or about his touch. He shifted damp hair away from the Alpha’s forehead, then folded one leg under him and sat a little bit closer.

  He rubbed his cheek against Stelios’ shoulder, and finally breathed a word against his skin. “Trouble?”

  “Mm.”

  “Work trouble?”

  “Mm.”

  Niketas climbed up onto the edge of the sofa, lay half on top of Stelios and nuzzled his chest, then kissed his way up to Stelios’ mouth and whined faintly when he barely responded.

  “You don’t want me to—not now, Niketas.”

  “I do. But I’d rather you told me how to help you relax. Luka runs, but—”

  “I am not my brother.”

  Niketas pressed closer, tucked himself into the curve of Stelios’ side, onto his chest, and licked apologetically at his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… I know that. I really do, that’s why I asked.”

  “Just shut up and stay like this.” Stelios wrapped an arm around him, and pressed his face against Niketas’ hair. “It’s—good.”

  Niketas resumed licking at his throat, rubbing his face against Stelios’ chest, and kept himself to pleased, encouraging noises when Stelios’ hands started to wander.

  Down his back and up again, across his shoulders and down his sides. The touch was almost absentminded, but he liked it, the rough-soft weight of Stelios’ fingers and the occasional squeeze of his hand when he let it drift down far enough.

  He wondered if maybe this was helping all on its own. The deep furrows in Stelios’ brow had gone shallow and faint, and the angry edges of his aura had retreated to a jagged pulse. Niketas was almost proud of himself, but he closed his eyes without saying anything else.

  No reason to risk ruining it. Moments like this never lasted long enough.

  ~ ~ * * ~ ~

  Stelios brought Niketas to bed with him that night, instead of waiting for him to show up or wake him or wander out of his own room later. But he had no intention of going to sleep, not right away.

  The terrible intensity of his angry irritation had faded through the hours he’d spent with Niketas tucked against his side. Now…now he wanted the easy way Niketas bent for him, let Stelios hold him and fuck into him. He’d been so good—better than good—and Stelios wanted to reward him as much as he wanted to soothe himself.

  “You know, I don’t always have to be tying you up, Niketas.”

  “S…ir?”

  He’d gone right to his knees, sitting pretty in the middle of Stelios’ furs, and now he jerked his gaze up and met Stelios’ eyes. Whatever he saw there moved him somehow, made him flush and look away, and Stelios dropped to his knees in front of him and caught him up under the chin with a single finger.

  “Always looking away. Perfect omega, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Come here. Weren’t you listening? Don’t always have to tie you up, torment you…but I still want you for my lover.”

  He lay back, dragged a pile of furs under his head for a pillow, and pulled Niketas forward
again, up his body until he was straddling Stelios’ hips and pressed against the heat of his cock as it twitched against his ass.

  “On top of me. Go on.” And then again, as Niketas rocked over him, his voice rougher, deeper, demanding. “Go on. Take it if you want it.”

  Niketas lifted up, spread himself open and looked back over his shoulder as he started to sink down onto Stelios’ cock. Oh. “Fuck, so much—”

  “Slow. Didn’t stretch you this time, take it slow. So tight—relax for me. Yeah. Like that.”

  “’S deep. So. Deep. Sir I—Sir.”

  “Feels like more this way?”

  “Yeah. Fuckin’—God yeah.”

  “Take it nice and slow, all the way down…yeah. Just like that.”

  Niketas bent forward, groaning, and Stelios reached both arms around the omega’s back and brought him down against his chest so he could kiss him.

  He let Niketas ride him at his own pace, slow at first, long, deep thrusts, all the way out and then back in. Then he leaned back, gasping, braced his hands on Stelios’ thighs and bounced once, twice, started to pant as he drove his whole body down onto Stelios’ cock again and again.

  A thread of slick connected the tip of his cock and Stelios’ belly, thicker and dripping more as he fucked himself harder. “Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna come from my cock, come all over me again? Twice in one day, Niketas?”

  “So—close—Sir. It’s so deep, so deep I—so close.”

  “Then come for me. Been so good for me. I want to watch you come for me.”

  “Ah—ah—so—ahhh.”

  He slammed himself down and clenched tight, bucked up once, twice, then did as he was told and wet down Stelios’ chest with come, six, hot spurts that left him gasping and shaking.

  He sank down over Stelios and moaned at even that much movement as Stelios’ cock shifted inside him, then again as Stelios’ lifted his hips. Damn, but he was so hot inside.

  He lifted up, wrapped an arm around Niketas’ back, then rolled him over and pinned him against the bed. He kissed him as he pressed his cock back inside, buried himself deep, and Niketas succumbed completely, wrapped his legs around Stelios’ back and moaned into his kiss.

  When he pulled away the omega bit his shoulder, mouthed at his throat and clutched at him with both hands.

  “Please—c’mon, fuck me, fuck me you know you want to—want you to, want you to. So good c’mon, fuck me. Wanna feel you come inside.”

  “Want me to come inside? Said I’d spoil you this morning, didn’t I, is that what you want?”

  “Sir.” He’d lost his breath again, and Stelios pulled back enough that he could see Niketas’ face. There was blood on his lip where he’d bitten it, and his pupils were so wide the brown of his eyes was lost in the black of them. The patchy flush that had started in his cheeks had spread, turned his whole body red, and Stelios watched him turn his head against the furs and moan. He didn’t have enough breath left to cry out with, even though he was so overstimulated he could barely take it.

  But he’d said so good and his swollen cock was dripping again, fucked to hardness and dripping, God. He really was the most gorgeous man Stelios had ever had.

  “Squeeze my cock nice and tight, just like that, just like that. Gonna come inside you, fill you up—you gonna come for me when I do? I want you to come for me again.”

  He bucked up, moaned and shook his head.

  “Can’t, Sir, can’t.”

  “But you’re gonna. Gonna come for me again.”

  “Fuck. So good, almost—it’s—God hurts so good, can’t I can’t.”

  Stelios stopped, held Niketas’ face in one hand and made him meet his eyes. “Hey. Hey. If you need me to stop you need to remember the word I gave you.”

  “Stop? No—no! You can’t, you can’t I—Sir. Sir please, please don’t stop, don’t—”

  That was all he needed. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and this time he didn’t hold back when he started fucking Niketas again, pounded into him, one heavy thrust after another that slammed his hips against Niketas’ ass with a sharp slap of skin.

  Niketas groaned, bucked, and then cried out as Stelios started to come inside him, one hot pulse after another. “Oh—God—hot. Sir, coming, Sir!”

  Stelios stayed still, buried deep, and watched Niketas fuck himself on his cock while he came. He was still panting when Stelios pulled out and lay next to him, kissed him then held him tight against his side when he tried to get up.

  “Shower in a minute. You stay right here for now, just where I want you.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Stelios stared at him, irritated and then resigned to a sudden whirlpool of emotions as they ran rampant under his skin. There was so much more than wanting in him— “Fuck the shower. You’re staying right here, I want the scent of you all over me. The scent of me all over you. You understand?”

  Niketas opened one eye and looked up at him from his chest. “Gonna leak on your furs you know.”

  “Yeah. Filled you up good.” The bright flush that crossed Niketas’ cheeks was satisfying, and Stelios closed his eyes and squeezed him a little tighter. “Quiet now, go to sleep. I have to be up early in the morning.”

  “Yessir.” The words ran together as they came out of Niketas’ mouth, and then he yawned, curled one leg over Stelios’ and settled into stillness, just like the first night. Stelios sighed, kissed his shoulder, then closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

  Perfect omega, perfect lover—Goddamn Luka for finding him first.

  Chapter Four

  Niketas spent all his nights warm with Stelios after that. The guest room was forgotten, a place in which he occasionally changed clothes to the sweatpants and t-shirts Stelios had let him borrow. The days, though…he spent many impatient days, while Stelios was at work.

  Stelios would kiss him awake at dawn, sometimes love him, and sometimes leave him without having time. The first few days he was gone, Niketas thumbed through channels on the television, paced back and forth from Stelios’ furs to the dining room and back again. The first few days he thought about getting dressed and taking his bike for a ride, but there were the buzzers and the scanner at the door.

  “Shit. If I leave I won’t be able to get back in, son of a…” He sighed, then turned around and flopped back down on the couch. He was so restless, wanted to run, wanted to—fuck.

  No, if he was honest all he wanted was not to be alone. It was the one thing above others that he just wasn’t used to. It had been more than ten years since he’d joined Luka’s pack, ten years of never being alone.

  The first image behind his closed eyes was this other Alpha now, and that wasn’t something that changed as time passed—but the next morning he got the codes for the buzzer from Stelios before he left, and stood quiet for a few minutes in front of the apartment door letting the retinal scanner learn his pattern.

  He rode around the city after that, learned the short ways and the narrow ways and the dark ways to anywhere he could ever want to go. The problem was that there was nowhere he wanted to go, except the place he probably couldn’t.

  By the end of the first week he’d tracked Stelios to the glass walled office building he went to in the mornings, but he didn’t dare go inside. What would be the point? He had no idea what Stelios even did, because he hadn’t asked. It wouldn’t matter anyway, he’d never cared to learn about the deeper details of the human world. Businessman, that was enough for him—and how Stelios looked in his suits.

  The only place that beckoned besides that was the mountain he’d left to come here, but if he was honest with himself he was afraid if he went back, Luka would keep him there. The end of the month was almost on them, and Luka’s parting words were still with him. That he’d come…at the full moon. When it was time for him to go looking for a woman again.

  No, Niketas wasn’t going back to the mountain before he had to, before it was time. Instead he started to make a habit of waiting
for Stelios and making his eagerness known. That Niketas liked to be on his knees for him, whether it was waiting for him or sucking his cock—that just made it easier.

  The omega didn’t want to think about the other things running through his mind during the quiet minutes between the time he started to grow aware of Stelios’ approach and the moment he walked in the door.

  The heat was fine, the heat was—that was what he’d wanted, an outlet for the lust that Luka wouldn’t sate. But the softness, the way his heart beat faster waiting for a kiss… He didn’t know what to do with that, or about that, so he tried his best to ignore it.

  It was easy days like today, when Stelios’ aura was pulsing lust and desire at him even before he’d opened the door. Niketas was waiting on his knees for him to come inside, but this time Stelios reached down and jerked him up to his feet, almost tore the shirt he was wearing.

  “I hated today. It was only barely better than the first day—this is ridiculous, Niketas.”

  “Yeah? How—oh.” Stelios kissed him, slid his mouth down to his jaw, then up to his ear. His mouth was hot and his breath was hot, and then he leaned down a little and sucked at Niketas’ throat. “Oh yeah right there. How…how come today was—so bad?”

  “The same reason as every day since you showed up. Had to leave you here. Had to spend the whole day in the most boring meetings I swear I have ever been in, without you.”

  Niketas flushed, pleased despite Stelios’ irritation. Stelios wanted him that much? That was—nice.

  The Alpha ran his mouth up to Niketas’ throat from his collarbone, sucked heat to the surface and bit him, then kissed him hard. “Or maybe it was just that I had to sit all day with my fuckin’ cock so hard it hurt. Couldn’t stop thinking about you—couldn’t. Stop. Thinking about you.”

  Stelios kissed him again, pinned him beside the door and pulled his shirt over his head.

  “Thinkin’ about—”

  “How you’d look naked on your knees between my legs. That sweet mouth open around my cock, taking me all the way down your throat. Just stick you under the board room table and make you suck me, wouldn’t mind the meetings then.”