Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  The omega had thoughts about what he wanted, and he wanted everything to be new. Part of the gift…and so that he wouldn’t need to take anything from its place in Stelios’ drawers. This way he wouldn’t give anything away until the last minute.

  He barely got a glance walking in, being obviously old enough, and Niketas made his way along the walls. There were only two aisles, and then a space in the back with clothes, but they weren’t what he was looking for. Instead he turned his attention to perusing toys.

  Some were for pleasure, and some for pain…and some for way, way too much pain, at least as far as he was concerned. But there were things that interested him—a vibrating plug that looked almost exactly as long and thick as Stelios’ cock, a rack of clamps that had his nipples standing out against his shirt at just the thought.

  Stelios liked to use those, liked to tighten them, and tighten them, tug on them and just when he thought it was too much, pull them off. Yeah, that was one thing for sure.

  He reached out and only hesitated for an instant over which ones—but one pair had the usual fastening on them, the type he was used to and knew how to put on. Stelios had made him do it enough times, watching him with those burning blue eyes while Niketas screwed them on himself, but never tight enough. On purpose. So that Stelios would have to do it, so that he’d get the kiss the Alpha could never resist taking from him when he was so close.

  They came in silver, too, the metal unmarked and with a ring he could attach a chain to. Just the kind of thing he wanted. The plug was some kind of soft jelly, the vibrating element vaguely visible through the red silicone, and he smirked to himself as he picked it up. Red was perfect. What else?

  There were eyes on him as he wandered back toward the front of the store, but Niketas didn’t care what their owner was thinking, or what anyone thought. He just didn’t want to drop anything, so he put down his choices on the counter and went back to the left-hand wall. A ring had caught his eye, a plain, silver cock ring, but he stopped as he was reaching out for it, his eye drawn to something else. Was it—another ring? No, more of a harness.

  The package showed it on a model, one ring around the base of his cock and another that went just under the head, with a chain attached that could be clipped on to something else or…maybe just tugged. He swallowed thickly. The second ring was thicker, and there was a little diagram of how to put a battery…a vibrator?

  A hot shiver worked its way up Niketas’ back. His cock was suddenly uncomfortably stiff against the seam of his jeans, and he pulled the thing off the wall. Yeah. This, and those clamps, and the plug…what else? What did Stelios most like to do to him? What would make the best gift?

  A paddle. A paddle, a nice one, and a flogger, something red to match the plug and the season. And ropes? He could see coils from where he was standing, and he eyed them doubtfully. No. A chain, and some cuffs, nice red leather ones. He’d never manage to tie himself up with ropes the way he wanted to, but he could manage cuffs on his own.

  There was a whole selection of shackles and cuffs, chain and metal and even smooth, polished wood, but he found what he wanted right in the middle—shiny, new leather, in black and red and blue and a half dozen other colors. He grabbed a pair that were red, and then the matching set for his ankles—but the spreader bar he chose was plain, bare steel.

  The floggers were next, and he spent a moment eying a few with metal tips at the end of their soft sections, but he wasn’t sure if he’d like that, even if he knew the scent of his blood would arouse Stelios like nothing else. Maybe some other time. Maybe Stelios had something like it and they could try…before Niketas went too crazy and started buying and implying things he knew nothing about.

  He left the ones with metal alone and chose soft, red leather instead, something like a few of the toys Stelios had at home already. The paddles were on shelves under the floggers hanging on the wall, and he flushed looking at them. Buying one like this was as good as admitting how much he really liked them, how much he liked it when Stelios…and the Alpha was sure to notice. But it didn’t matter, really, it was just part of the game and…

  He cast his eye over the displayed paddles—there was one with letters cut out that spelled Merry Christmass, and he snorted to himself. No, thanks. Nor did he want a giant Christmas tree printed on his ass, or a Santa face. Christ, people actually wanted this stuff? There were a few that were plain wood, but he wanted something a little more…interesting, something special but not ridiculous.

  His gaze lit on one marked as mahogany—damn, but that was expensive. But still… There were little stars on it, raised just enough from the flat wood of the paddle’s surface that they’d be sure to mark his skin. Stars…were all right. He grinned. Yeah. Stars for Stelios.

  He thought that was everything he needed, everything he could use, and made his way back to the counter and piled everything together.

  “Well, somebody’s lucky.” The cashier’s tone was just the right hint of amused and suggestive as he finished piling things on the counter, and Niketas smirked at her. He watched her swallow, flush a little, tasted the hint of arousal in her scent and then took pity on her and shrugged.

  “I hope he thinks so.”

  Her eyes widened, and then she smiled suddenly at him, started ringing him out. “Your first Christmas together? You and your lover?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I hope he likes it, too. I can’t imagine how he wouldn’t.”

  It was Niketas’ turn to flush a little, and he shrugged uncomfortably as he pulled out his wallet. “Well, I’ll find out I guess. How much?”

  “Three hundred eighty euro. Unless you want these gift-wrapped?” She said it with utter seriousness, but Niketas only gaped. This was…that common? He felt a little better about his choice then, but shook his head.

  “No, thanks.”

  He reminded himself that he hadn’t spent any money at all in the last couple months as he swiped his card and tucked it away, but he still winced a little. Stelios might not let him spend anything on himself, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable spending it all like this, either. He was not used to splurging.

  The bag the cashier handed his purchases back to him in was black and opaque, for which he was grateful, and he grabbed it up off the counter with one hand, fishing in his pocket for his keys with the other. “Thanks—”

  “No problem. Merry Christmas!”

  He tossed a grin at her as he stepped outside, then tucked the bag in the space under the seat of his bike and started for home. Halfway there he stopped and bought, not wrapping paper, but ribbon—several meters of it, in dark, blood red that looked good against his skin. It was only four by the time he got himself and all his purchases home, but already nearly dark, and he wasn’t sure when Stelios would be home. He needed time to hide everything before his mate got back and ruined his own surprise.

  ~ ~ * * ~ ~

  The next week passed quickly, as if, with the difficulty of gifts overcome, time was content to speed by. Niketas had had plenty of time to think over what he was going to do, plan how he was going to pull this off. When Stelios left on Christmas Eve to make a necessary speech and skip out on an unnecessary party, Niketas knew exactly what he had to do and in which order.

  He laid out the cuffs, open and with the opening face up, then ran a chain from the cuffs to the ring on the wall. He tested it twice, first to make sure he’d picked a ring at the right height, and second to be sure he could move a little once he’d bound his wrists. He wasn’t sure how long he would be stuck on his knees, waiting, once he got himself all trussed up, and he didn’t want to be aching when Stelios got home—at least not like that.

  He put on the clamps when he had the cuffs laid out, teased his nipples into hard points one at a time, then tightened them more than he ever did when Stelios made him put them on. He wasn’t here to tighten them again, after all, and Niketas wanted him to be pleased, have no complaints. The metal bit into the sensitive tips,
left his nipples burning, a sweet fire that stretched down to his cock and had him half hard in no time at all.

  Next was the plug. He had enough experience with them now that he could move around with it in, and he needed to be able to stretch himself for it so there was no way he could start tying himself up before he had it inside.

  He teased his hole first, one slick finger and then two, dipping in and then fucking himself in earnest, stretching himself a little at a time. His own fingers felt good, almost as good as when Stelios touched him, and he had to stop himself from going too far. He stopped, breathing hard, fingers buried in his own ass and so close to coming it was all he could do not to grab his cock and—fuck.

  No. No. This was for his mate, for his mate. He waited, and the urge passed, the lightning sparks faded, then pulled his fingers out and slicked up the plug. He couldn’t keep from fucking himself with it a little as he started to work it in, pressed it deep and gasped as it settled inside him. So thick, cool and then warming with the heat of his body.

  He tested the vibration and swore as it buzzed right against his prostate, moved inside him a little as he clenched and relaxed around it. He turned it off and leaned back on one hand, breathing hard. Christ. Coming all over himself right now was not part of his plan, but he was never as good at teasing himself, denying himself, as he was for Stelios.

  Niketas picked up the cock ring next, three parts plus the remote and battery when it was out of the package. He put the little white remote aside with the red one that worked the plug, then slid the first ring down over his cock. Tight, fuck, so tight, and he knew it was only going to get worse as he got more aroused. He put the battery in the second ring, and fastened it just under the head of his cock, right where he was most sensitive, then tightened it according to the instructions.

  He picked up the remote again and stared at the thing. He was almost afraid to do it, but he wanted to—and he had to know, anyway, what to be prepared for. The omega took a breath and clicked it on.

  “Fuck, fuck—ohh—” So good. Damn, that was too good, and he turned it off almost immediately, then attached the last bit—the chain that threaded through the little loop on the side facing away from his body, and clipped onto the bottoms of his nipple clamps. He breathed out slowly as he attached the weight to the center of the chain, panted slightly as it settled against his chest and then then out another long breath.

  There. Now to get himself tied up, before he gave and just—fuck. Niketas set the blindfold by the open wrist cuffs, took the ones for his ankles and cinched them tight, then loosened them just a little. He’d learned from Stelios that too loose could be worse than too tight, if a bar or a cuff jangled, or his weight pulled the wrong way, so he was careful. He locked on the spreader bar next, to keep his ankles spread apart, and then picked up the ribbon he’d bought.

  It was maybe cliché, but he didn’t care. He wanted to make it clear that this was—that he was a present, a gift for his mate. He tried loops first, but they fell apart and wouldn’t lay flat. A crisscross pattern worked, though, and he wrapped the ribbon carefully over and around his thighs, up around his hips and then in a bow right under his bellybutton.

  If that wasn’t suggestive enough, he didn’t know what was, and he blew out a breath, then grinned. Now came the hard part.

  Carefully, trying not to crush the ribbon or get the plug moving inside him too much, Niketas pushed himself up and turned over with some difficulty, because of the bar. He got on his knees and settled his ankles comfortably in the furs, then took a deep breath and turned the plug back on at its absolute lowest setting.

  It buzzed faintly, more than enough to tease him, and he moaned, then thumbed the vibrator on the cock ring to its automatic cycle setting and groaned more deeply as it pulsed on, and then off again. God, this fucking thing, he wasn’t sure which was worse, the plug or the ring.

  He made sure the cuffs were open and positioned properly, bit his lip and then reached for the blindfold. He hesitated for only an instant before he tied it over his eyes, and the dim of the room went black around him. Slowly, trying not to knock them before he found them, Niketas reached forward. He put first one wrist and then the other into a cuff and closed them, then pulled on the chain. Perfect.

  Then the ring went back on, and he moaned, bucked into it and clenched tight around the plug. How long was it going to be before Stelios came home? How long? Fuck. And he’d done it to himself, he’d—fuck.

  He tried not to think about the picture he must make, on his knees on the furs, spreader bar at his ankles, already panting as he worked his hips back against the plug inside him. And it was only buzzing on the lowest setting—why had he done this to himself again? In pulses, at random, the vibrating ring around the head of his cock went on and off, tormenting him, making him tighten up, buck toward it. The scent of his mate was all around him, thick in the room, filling his nose, rubbing against his skin as he pressed himself against the furs.

  Stelios. Mate. Sir, come home. Come home—come home—

  It had already been getting dark, but the blindfold was total black. And it was quiet. The only sounds were the noises of his own body rustling against the furs, the clink of the chains. There was nothing to distract him from the fire spreading outward from his cock, his nipples, his ass, the faint strain of his muscles from the position he’d bound himself in. The pressure of the cuffs against his ankles, his wrists. A faint breeze, coolness contrasting with the burn of his body, moving over his back—

  He moaned and the sound spread out and filled up the room.

  Chapter Two

  Stelios came home grinning, then stopped, confused, when he opened the door. The living room was dark and silent, except for the glimmer of the Christmas tree in the corner and the glow of burned out embers in the fireplace. He almost called out for Niketas, then heard a faint moan and stopped where he was. A moan like that—what was he doing, all by himself?

  He strode down the hallway, jerked open the door to their bedroom—and then stood in the doorway, staring for a full minute before he took a step forward. Silent, stalking, he made his way across the room with a hunter’s steps. He stopped at the edge of the furs and gazed down at his mate, laid out so gorgeous and wanton for him. How had Niketas managed? He’d cuffed his own ankles to a bar, and his wrists to the wall. There was a paddle beside him, and a red leather flogger…the blindfold was obvious, too, and the shining ribbon, wrapped around his thighs, his buttocks and his hips. The bow must be in front, then. He smirked to himself.

  A pretty package.

  Niketas moaned then, pushed his ass out, and Stelios bent a little and bit his lip. A plug inside him? Yes. So his mate was all stretched and ready for him, that was…very nice.

  The Alpha almost reached out and touched him, said something, but his eye fell on the pair of remotes sitting beside Niketas on the furs and he picked them up instead. Two remotes. What was the other one for? One white, and one red. The plug was red…

  Stelios tipped his head to one side, then shrugged. It was certain to do something, or Niketas wouldn’t have left it out, but these were both new. Not his.

  Niketas shifted restlessly, groaned again and Stelios took a silent step back, then another, hit the light and smirked to himself when Niketas didn’t react at all. He’d done a good job tying himself up, that was for sure. He ticked the dial on the red remote up from one to two then, and watched Niketas buck as the vibration in his ass intensified. It was arousing, but amusing, too, watching him, listening to him—when he didn’t know Stelios was there.

  “Fuck—oh fuck, oh, oh—damn it—” Niketas panted his way through another minute, wiggling this way and then the other, trying to find the remote with his knees. He obviously thought that he’d hit it himself accidentally, but neither one was there for him to find now. Stelios smirked and turned it up again.

  Three.

  “Ohhhh—oh!”

  Four.

  “Fuck! Fuck oh fuck oh fuck
, no, no, no, oh, fuck—”

  Five.

  Stelios started to strip out of his suit as Niketas rolled his hips back against nothing, started fucking down against the furs helplessly, trying to find friction for his cock. The Alpha caught a glint of silver under him and wondered. A cock ring? Oh, he hoped it was a cock ring. And now that the omega was moving like that, there was a faint chime, as of a fine chain on other metal. Were there clamps on his nipples, too? Maybe that was the other remote. Vibrating clamps…he hadn’t used any on Niketas yet, though he had some, somewhere. It would be like him to find something like that, too.

  The line of Niketas’ back curved up toward the ceiling, then dipped down as he tugged fruitlessly at his restraints. It was obvious he wanted to get free so he could fix the remote, turn it back down again, but he’d done his job too well and there was no way he was going to get himself loose—not unless he pulled the rings from the wall with brute strength. He sobbed a little, tried to be still, muttering to himself— “C’mon—Sir—come home, come home, don’t wanna—but I can’t even—fuck. Fuck I shouldn’t have—fuck, fuck I’m just gonna. Just gonna come, I can’t help—I can’t—fuck—”

  Stelios chose that moment to cycle the remote for the plug slowly back down to the lowest setting. Niketas let out a gasp, and the Alpha wasn’t sure if it was out of frustration or relief…but he didn’t especially care. Either was equally good as the other.

  Naked now, one hand fisted on his cock, Stelios stared at his mate. Fuck, but if the omega on his knees wasn’t the hottest thing—he waited a few minutes, watching, stroking himself, listening to the whimpers Niketas couldn’t restrain. He eyed the remote he hadn’t tried, then ticked up the dial a little. He wasn’t sure Niketas had even noticed, so he did it again—and then rolled his eyes as he noticed the thing set to auto, flicked it to manual and then turned up the buzz.