Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  “Down. Spread yourself open for me.”

  Niketas groaned, and when Stelios finished stripping and turned around again he was just like he’d wanted him, on his knees with his ass in the air, braced on one shoulder and both hands holding himself open. But he was—fuck. That blond son of a bitch!

  “Niketas. Bastard didn’t use anything on you at all, did he? No slick, no fingers, nothing. Christ, you’re all red and swollen. Are you hurting?”

  Stelios dropped down on his knees behind him, spread him open a little more with one hand and then stroked over the red pucker of his hole with one finger. He was usually so pink, so hot and eager—and he was still that, but the way he looked now…like he’d been used. Goddammit. The fuck had Luka been thinking?

  “Answer me, Niketas. Are you hurting?”

  “Huh—uh—uh—ohhhh. No, I—no, fuck, doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t—ohhhh. Feels good when you do that.”

  Stelios kept teasing his hole, but gently. So red, damn, and swollen more than enough to be noticeable. How rough had that blond prick been with him? Fuck, Niketas was lucky he hadn’t been torn up.

  “You’re sure?” But Niketas moaned as he pushed the tip of his finger in, squeezed around it and lifted his hips.

  “Sir. Wasn’t even as big as you, just rougher. I was kinda sore this morning, but now it doesn’t—doesn’t hurt, c’mon, please I can take you, I want to take you.”

  Stelios lubed two of his fingers and pressed them in one at a time, started to stretch Niketas open, then fucked into him deeper.

  “So hot inside, so tight. I’m going to tease you just like this.” Niketas whimpered, an eager noise but soft. “Still so sensitive. I can feel your ass twitching around my fingers, what happened to all the noises you were making for me last time? Or do I have to tie you up for an hour first?”

  He curled his fingers, stroked purposefully over Niketas’ prostate, and Niketas jumped, cried out, then moaned and bit his lip. He hid his face against his arm, and Stelios smirked. He always did that, as if it could hide how red he was when his whole body was patching up with flush.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Sir. God, Sir, feels so good, please—”

  “That’s better.” He pushed a third finger in and Niketas moaned louder, rocked his hips against the penetration and spread his thighs more. Stelios reached forward between them and pulled his cock back. He started to stroke while he fucked his fingers into Niketas’ ass again, and Niketas gasped, shuddered all over and tensed his thighs.

  “You want to come for me? Come all over my hands?”

  “Oh God yeah.”

  “Want to come on my fingers? Come while I fuck you with them just like this?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Oh—oh God—but it feels—Sir, my cock, my—oh God my ass. Gonna come, I can’t stop I can’t, Sir if you don’t stop I—I—”

  Stelios judged the last moment carefully, then let go of Niketas’ cock and pulled his fingers out. He watched his omega buck, cry out and fuck back against nothing. “How does that feel, Niketas?”

  “Fuck, fuck, so close. Still so close—ohhhh God Sir!” Slowly, Stelios teased his cock, stroked it, squeezed from base to tip and watched him writhe. He felt better with control, with Niketas under him, obeying him, everything at his command. Fuck but he was gorgeous, flushed and spread open for him like this.

  Stelios took his own cock in his fist and stroked slowly, staring, then reached forward with his other hand and pushed a finger inside Niketas again. So hot. So fucking tight.

  “Sir, please.”

  “What do you want now?”

  “Your cock, Sir, please. Let me come on it, make me come on it, fuck me please.”

  “No.”

  “Sir—”

  “No. You can beg if you want to but you’re gonna—fuck, gonna stay just like that. I’m gonna come all over your hole. I’m gonna fuck myself just like this and come all over—come—fuck.” Niketas lifted his hips back toward him as Stelios shot all over his ass, his fingers and that twitching little hole.

  He couldn’t keep himself from leaning forward, rubbing the head of his cock in his own come and pressing it just a little inside.

  “Sir! Come so hot on me, in me, more please. Please.”

  “You want me to fuck you? Want me to fill you up?”

  “Yes, yes I want…”

  “Even if I don’t let you come?”

  “Sir? Sir.” Breathless. Beautiful. God, Stelios was never going to give this up. He’d kill his own brother first. “I can’t, Sir. If you put your cock me—Sir, if you put your cock in me I’m gonna come. Gonna come all over myself, Sir…”

  “But I don’t want you to come. I told you that.”

  “Sir!”

  Stelios leaned forward, rubbed the head of his cock around some more and watched Niketas twitching, trying to keep himself from rocking back despite how much he wanted it.

  “What will it be, Niketas? Am I fucking you or not?”

  “Want you to, want you please.”

  “But no coming.”

  “Sir!”

  “If you can’t control yourself…”

  “I can’t, I know I can’t, but I—God you have to fuck me, c’mon, Sir. Sir!”

  Stelios stopped with half of the head of his cock stretching Niketas open and smirked down at him. “Have to, Niketas? Really?”

  “Yes. I—I mean no, no but please, I… Please, please, please.”

  “You beg so pretty. But it’s not going to get you what you want.”

  “Then—then tie me up again, tie me up so I can’t come, I don’t care, tie me up like you had him again so I can’t. Please. Even if you don’t let me come I want you to fuck me, need you to fuck me.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  Stelios eased forward a little more, and Niketas twitched under him, was suddenly tighter, then relaxed, or tried to.

  He breathed shallow breaths and his thighs were shaking as Stelios got the whole head of his cock inside, and Niketas arched his back and whined when Stelios gave him another inch. He was filling him up but much too slowly for him to do anything other than suffer the slow, sweet burn of Stelios’ cock stretching him open as he sank deeper.

  “I’m not wasting my time tying you up, Niketas. I’ll just have to take you nice and slow.”

  “You—God, you bastard.”

  “Niketas! Whose fault is it you got yourself in an untenable situation?”

  Niketas snorted. “Untenab-ah!” Stelios buried the last inch of his cock in Niketas’ ass, drew back and then slammed into him again, one sharp thrust that filled him all the way up.

  “Sir! Sir I’m gonna, gonna come I can’t—oh God, oh God I’m gonna come!”

  “What’d I say? Don’t you dare. You come I’m pulling out right now and I’m not going to fuck you for a week. Won’t even touch you, I’ll send you right back to Luka.”

  Niketas cried out, shook his head and trembled all over. He clenched around Stelios’ cock and arched his back, but he didn’t come. When he’d stopped shivering, was panting and still, Stelios leaned over him and nipped his shoulder just to feel him shudder again.

  “See? You can behave with the proper incentive.”

  “Sir. Hot. So hot inside.”

  “What’s hot?” He rocked forward a little, testing, and Niketas moaned and started shaking all over again.

  “Your cock, your cock inside me, it’s so hot, so hard. I wanna come on it, wanna come on it so bad.”

  “I bet you do. So tight for me, you’ve never been so tight, not even the first time. Trying to keep me still, Niketas? Keep me from fucking you?”

  “Ohhhnng…”

  “Can’t talk, can’t answer me?” Just as slowly as he’d thrust in, Stelios pulled out—all the way out. Then he thrust back in and closed his eyes. Fuck, he really was tight, almost too tight to move in. Stelios reached under him, took Niketas’ cock in his fist and stroked
once. Twice.

  “Sir—oh. Oh. Oh…oh…oh—God—sir!”

  “How close, Niketas?”

  “So—so close. Sir, Sir—”

  “But I’m not, Niketas.”

  “Cock—ass. Feels so—ohhhh. Ohhhnng—”

  “Don’t. Come.”

  Stelios let go of his cock and started to fuck him harder, faster. He savored the way Niketas tightened up and shivered a little bit himself. The omega lasted a whole minute before he started begging again.

  “Sir. Please. Can’t take—gonna—please.”

  “No.” Stelios was pushing him and he knew it, just as much as he knew he wasn’t really going to send him away if he gave in. But God he was even more gorgeous when he was being tormented. “Don’t come. You don’t have permission, Niketas. Don’t. Come. You can come when I do.”

  Niketas gasped, sucked in an enormous breath, tightened his fists in the sheets and shook all over. “Don’t come, don’t come don’t come don’t come—”

  He chanted it under his breath, and Stelios growled, gave in to his own desire and started pounding into him. Niketas clenched tight, tensed as he tried to hold back, whined sharply and twisted under him.

  Stelios let himself come, and the first pulse of his ejaculation sent Niketas off, his whole body arching as he finally allowed himself over the edge. He cried out, a long, wailing sound, then subsided into groans until Stelios lifted off him and started to pull out.

  “No please!”

  “You want more?”

  “I need—God. Please. I was missing you, wanting you, and then I thought I—thought I wasn’t gonna have you and I just. Please.”

  Stelios stared down at him, then pulled out of him all the way and sat back on his knees. Niketas let out a low whine, but Stelios just tapped his hip. “Not now. No more, roll over. I want to hold you.”

  Niketas stared at him. “Hold…me…”

  He moved slowly, and Stelios lay beside him, then behind him, hooked an arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder. “Omega mine. If I’m not careful I’m going to fall in love with you, and then what will I do, hmm?” Niketas was very still.

  “Sir—Stelios. You shouldn’t… say things like that.”

  “No?”

  “No. Not when I—” But he stopped, turned in Stelios’ arms and pressed a cheek against his chest.

  “Not when you? Not when you what?”

  “When I…c’mon, do I have to say it? Begging you to mate me, for fuck’s sake, I—you think I’d be doing that if I didn’t already…love you?”

  “Niketas.”

  He was suddenly defensive, wriggled back and gave himself enough space that he could look up and meet Stelios’ eyes. “What? Are you going to tell me to think about it again, to—not this. Not this. I knew since before I even left, but what was I supposed to say? You…even now you don’t—but I love you, alright? I love you. I don’t want anybody but you. Not kissin’ me, not touchin’ me, definitely not fuckin’ me. Just you, so—”

  “Niketas. Shut up now.” Stelios held him trapped with the arm around his waist and ducked his head down to kiss him, deep and thoroughly, more than enough to keep him quiet until he started moaning again.

  “Wasn’t going to question you.” He shifted a little, and brought Niketas down against the furs under him. “A confession like that, how could I?” Niketas reached up with both arms to keep him against his mouth, ran his fingers through Stelios’ hair and fisted them there as Stelios let him take the kiss they both wanted.

  Soft. Deep. He tasted every inch of Niketas’ mouth, licked at his tongue and smiled against his lips when Niketas shivered and lifted his hips off the furs to press closer to him. Stelios lifted his mouth enough to let him breathe, then kissed him again, groaned into his mouth as he tugged at Stelios’ hair, bit his bottom lip and let one hand slip down the back of Stelios’ neck, across his shoulders and down his arm, then back up again.

  Stelios slid his mouth from Niketas’ lips to his throat, and was gratified by the way Niketas tipped up his chin, submitted completely and moaned when Stelios sucked dark heat onto his skin. He wanted to mark him up, make it clear to anyone who looked at him that the omega was his. Possessed, but not owned. Wanted and wanton - but just for him.

  “Just for me.” Love. It had come unlooked for, and it was only now that Niketas had confessed to the feeling that Stelios could admit to himself he’d wanted it. That he’d wanted him to feel it, to say it. Yes. “Going to make me fall for you, more than I have already. What was it you said? Oh, yes. I’ve got it bad for you.”

  “Sir…”

  “I think it’s going to get worse, and I don’t care. Tell me you love me again.”

  “Sir.”

  “I want to hear it, Niketas. Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  They lay together quietly after that. Niketas had nothing left to say, it seemed like, and Stelios wasn’t sure of how to answer—except with his body, and he didn’t think was the kind of answer he wanted to give. The silence continued until Niketas was dozing, his scent thick with sleep.

  His easy warmth, his quiet closeness…they were the same as they’d been since the first night, but Stelios thought they seemed deeper. The omega had lost all his defiance, and it was on purpose, too.

  Love…

  Stelios wanted something from him, and to give something to him. A reward. Something. Not sex. Not yet, not again, but…hm. “Niketas.” He got a yawn, a blink. “Get up, I want to take you out tonight. What do you like?”

  Niketas slipped out of his arms and sat up, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands, then yawned again. “Out? I…I dunno.”

  Stelios tugged at his hair. “Dinner? Movies? Clubs? What do you like to do when you’re not stuck on that mountain with my brother?”

  “I’m never stuck there, I like it there. I might not be as fed up with the city as Luka is, but the smell and the people get to me after a while. The mountain’s—nice. Home. But if you wanna go out I’ll go wherever you want, I guess. Dinner maybe, I’m kinda hungry.”

  Niketas looked up out of the corner of his eye, then sat back on his legs. “You know I haven’t got any money though. Or clothes that are right for the type of place you probably like.” He grinned. “Not a city wolf like you.”

  Stelios laughed at him. “Money? Now that’s the last thing I’m worried about. And I think you’ve misjudged me. City wolf…” He sent a burning stare in Niketas’ direction, and he flushed. “Now I’m gonna have to take you to my favorite place, just to make a point.”

  Niketas’ glance turned suspicious. “Where’s that?”

  Stelios stood, and pulled Niketas to his feet. “Just outside Paris.”

  He got a blank, flat stare in response. “Outside - Paris.”

  “Yes. And it’s not the kind of place you need to dress up for. Hope you’re not too hungry, though. Flight takes a couple hours.”

  Niketas shrugged. “So does a hunt.”

  .

  Chapter Four

  The whirlwind that followed Stelios’ decision was more confusing than anything else that had happened since Niketas had first showed up at his door.

  A car came, with a driver he didn’t even see, and brought them to the airport where another car, with a driver he also couldn’t see, drove them from the front of the building all the way back to the tarmac. There was a jet waiting, the engines already screaming their readiness, and Stelios shooed him up the stairs into an empty plane.

  “There’s nobody here!” There weren’t any seats, either - not the rows of them he expected, anyway, just a single line. “And I thought Luka brought us on your plane to Santorini. This is…”

  “A different plane, yes. My personal jet. You think I’d let Luka and a pack of wolves on it unsupervised? Probably make such a mess—”

  “Hey! I’m one of that pack, you know.”

  “I know.” He squeezed Niketas’ ass, then tapped him once. “Sit down and
strap in.” He took his own seat, and Niketas chose the one beside him. The plane took off almost immediately, and Stelios was up as soon as the seatbelt light went off, moving toward the cockpit.

  “Go to the back, go on. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

  The back turned out to be most of the plane, where people would sit if it was a commercial jet. Instead of seats there were furs, just like in Stelios’ bedroom, laid out right up to the back wall and its bar. Definitely not a standard setup.

  Niketas was starting to have issues again. What was he doing here? This kind of life—he didn’t know how to act, or where he belonged. He was only just beginning to suspect the kind of money that lay behind the richness of Stelios’ penthouse and general existence. And the casual way Stelios referred to a different plane, as if it was normal to even have one, never mind two or…however many.

  Niketas wasn’t sure he was comfortable with it. City wolf or not, whether he was in love with him or not, Stelios was part of a world he’d never considered. But then he had his pack still. The mountain. And he wanted…

  “Comfortable?”

  “Huh? Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Not what I expected, but then…nothing is, I guess. Sir.”

  Stelios lifted an eyebrow, sat, then stretched across the furs. He beckoned and Niketas crawled into the curve of his body. “You don’t feel comfortable, Niketas. What are you worried about?”

  “I’m not—”

  “Or do you just not like flying?”

  “It’s… no, I just don’t—look, I don’t fit this type of life. Are you sure you really don’t care about that?”

  “You fit right where you are. Better than I thought you would.”

  Niketas sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”

  Stelios wrapped both arms around him, bent and pressed his face against Niketas’ hair, and he relaxed despite himself.

  “Then what did you mean? Because I’ve got money and you don’t, is that what bothers you?”

  “Kinda. I don’t…I mean, what am I supposed to do? Just let you pay for everything all the time?”