Omega (Evan's Alphas Book 1)

by D. J. Heart

  “Chad!” Evan cries out breathlessly. His voice is tinged with a mix of shock and arousal, hips thrusting his crotch so that he’s humping Chad’s chest. It’s both adorable and sexy as hell.

  “You like that, Evan? Like it when I spank your ass?”

  Chad slaps Evan’s behind two more times, one smack on each cheek, and Evan outright moans at the sharp sting of Chad’s palm.

  “Yes, Alpha…” Evan whimpers, lifting his ass up for more. Chad grins. He drops Evan to the bed, making him bounce, and strips down in record time; pulling off his shirt and kicking his boots, pants, and socks away with practiced haste. Evan lays on his back, propped up on his elbows, waiting and watching Chad with wide eyes. He’s still fully dressed, his cute little outfit almost indecently tight and fitted.

  “Good. I’m gonna blister your ass fucking red,” Chad growls, grabbing Evan by the leg and pulling him to the edge of the bed. The boy slides down the silky sheets, his free leg kicking out for some kind of leverage. Chad makes quick work of removing Evan’s clothes, grabbing his waist and lifting him off the mattress.

  Chad sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, laying Evan down over his lap. He hooks Evan’s thighs so that they’re trapped under his leg, gathering the boy’s wrists in one meaty grip and pinning them behind his lower back. Evan’s breathing is harsh, but his cock is rock hard. He’s loving this just as much as Chad is.

  “You ready?” Chad asks, rubbing Evan’s cheeks with his palm. He can see two distinct hand prints on the otherwise pale cheeks, the sight making him feel primal and ready to fuck.

  “Not too hard, though. Right?” Evan asks, sounding both excited and nervous. Chad rubs his ass comfortingly, letting his middle finger sink into the cleft between Evan’s cheeks to rub over his hungry little hole. He can feel it flutter, and a part of him wants to skip the spanking and just go straight to the fucking. But he’s having too much fun, and delaying his orgasm is only going to make it that much better when he finally does come.

  “Just hard enough,” he says, lifting his hand and slapping it down. The sound is louder on bare skin, and Chad’s cock throbs at the way Evan’s reacts.

  “Ow!” the omega cries out, pulling at his wrists. Chad laughs, smacking his hand down again.

  “How many can you take?” he asks, smacking Evan’s naked ass a third time before he has a chance to answer. The skin of Evan’s ass has turned a lovely shade of red.

  “Uhm… Ten, I think. Maybe?” Evan says, sounding anything but sure. Since this is in no way a punishment, Chad won’t go over the number Evan suggests. If they want to go harder or longer sometime in the future, they can talk about it later.

  “Good. Count them out!”

  Chad spanks Evan ruthlessly, the sound of his palm smacking down on Evan’s reddening ass making his cock throb in pleasure. His balls feel like they’re about to burst, he needs to come so bad.

  “Ow ow ow,” Evan chants, no longer pulling at his wrists, limp and pliant over Chad’s thighs.

  “Good boy,” Chad says after delivering the tenth blow, Evan’s ass jiggling with the force of it. The boy is crying, but his cock is just as hard as it was when they started. Chad rubs Evan’s ass, the skin warm to the touch. “You want me to kiss it better?”

  Evan goes still, the crying coming to an abrupt halt. He looks over his shoulder, eyes heated, pupils blown wide with arousal. “Yes, please,” he says, perfectly polite and composed. Chad takes it as a challenge. He lifts Evan off his lap, pushing him flat on the mattress and spreading his legs. Evan rests his head on his arms, smiling as he closes his eyes, waiting to be eaten out by his alpha.

  Chad isn’t going to stop until he’s begging to come...

  Laying down between Evan’s legs, spreading the boy’s cheeks apart with his big hands to expose his tiny hole, Chad watches the little opening with awe. It seems almost impossible that something so small could fit something as big as Chad’s cock, much less both him and Peter’s combined girths.

  “Chad…” Evan moans when Chad lowers his mouth to his ass, licking a broad swipe up from his taint and over his fluttering hole. It tastes sweet, like pure omega, with none of the musky notes Chad is used to from when he does this for Peter. It’s delicious.

  He starts slow, licking leisurely around and then into Evan’s hole, but as Evan gets more and more incoherent—pushing his ass back and whimpering under the assault of Chad’s tongue—Chad starts to get more vigorous. He licks and slobbers over Evan’s hole, adding a finger and then two and then three, opening him up with nothing but spit to slick his way.

  Evan’s ass yields to his fingers and tongue beautifully, and when Chad fucks three fingers into Evan’s hole and curls them down, rubbing his prostate with expert firmness, Evan screams into the mattress and shoots his load. He’s a sweaty mess, babbling Chad’s name and all sorts of nonsense, his expression one of pure bliss as his balls are drained of their first load for the night.

  Chad needs his ass, now. He jumps off the bed and grabs one of the many bottles of lube they keep in the bedroom, slicking up his achingly hard cock before crawling back onto the bed and climbing on top of Evan. He aims his cock at the boy’s opening, lifting his hips up high as he drops his chest to Evan’s back, slamming his shaft home.

  Evan screams, but there’s no pain or distress in the sound, only pleasure. Chad pumps his hips hard, fucking into Evan’s hole as hard and as fast as he can. He’s had his foreplay, now all he wants to do is shoot his load.

  “Down a little,” Evan mumbles, and at first Chad doesn’t understand what he means—too lost in the pleasure of the tight heat enveloping his cock—but then it hits him. He changes the angle of his thrusts, and that must have been what Evan wanted. He starts whimpering and crying out in a way that has Chad’s balls pulling up tight in their sac, the needy sounds speaking to his inner alpha and driving him to fuck harder.

  “I’m coming,” Evan says, voice tight, Chad’s cock pistoning in and out of his ass like a jackhammer. The words are like a jolt to Chad’s balls, and before he knows it, he’s coming harder than he has in days.

  “Fuck,” he growls, pushing in balls deep as his knot starts to expand, locking his cock deep in Evan’s hole as he fills him up with his seed. He drops down on Evan’s back and rolls them over, spooning the boy against his body. He feels exhausted, drained and wonderful. He closes his eyes, Evan blinking sleepily as he folds his arm around Chad’s bicep.

  “Well, that was interesting. Who knew you had it in you?” Aiden’s voice comes from the doorway, snide and mocking, rudely jerking Chad out of his bliss. He shoots up with a roar, Evan crying out as the knot buried in his hole pulls on his rim. Acting on pure feral instinct, Chad pushes his omega down into the mattress, shielding him from the strange alpha with his body.

  What is Aiden thinking? Walking in on an alpha having sex with his omega, in his bedroom, in the heart of his den? It’s obscene!

  “Get the fuck out, Aiden!” Chad growls, looking over his shoulder at the bigger and older alpha, but Aiden just laughs. He walks right up the bed, Chad’s whole body going tense and touches Chad’s lower back. Chad can’t believe Aiden would dare, but the alpha drags his finger down Chad’s back and over his ass. The touch is light, barely there, but as vulnerable as Chad is Aiden might as well be groping him.

  “I see what Peter meant. Your ass is fantastic,” he says, giving it a light slap. The sound echoes through the room.

  “Get out!” Chad shouts, feeling violated. Never would he have imagined that Aiden would cross the line like this. He wants to fucking murder him.

  “I will, don’t worry. I just came in to tell you that Peter called. He won’t be home until nine.” Aiden steps away after giving Chad’s left cheek a squeeze, and a second later Chad hears the sound of a picture being taken with a cell phone camera.

  “Get the fuck out!” Chad roars again. He feels like he’s about to cry.

  “I’ve got to get going,” Aiden says, as tho
ugh he’s behaving normally. Chad is completely blindsided by his behavior. “I’ll see you around, Chad. Evan.”

  Aiden leaves the room with a chuckle, and it takes Chad a few minutes before he’s relaxed enough to roll off the omega beneath him. Evan draws in a deep breath, breathing heavily, looking just as confused as Chad feels.

  If Peter doesn’t get rid of Aiden after this, Chad doesn’t know what he’ll do.

  ***

  Peter comes home to a dark apartment, a feeling of foreboding filling him at the silence that greets him. Chad had been unusually upset on the way into work, and he hopes that having given him some time to cool off will have helped. That Chad took a cab instead of driving home with him does not bode well, however…

  Shrugging off his jacket, Peter rolls his shoulders and pulls off his gloves, putting them in the basket hanging in the back of the closet. Closing the door, he’s startled to see Chad standing right there with a thunderous look on his face.

  “We need to talk,” his young mate says, the words clipped and angry. Peter’s hope that Chad might have cooled down seem to have been in vain. Chad looks furious. His body is tense; shoulders held high.

  Peter takes a deep breath and closes the closet door. “We’ve already signed a contract with Cruz,” he says.

  Chad turns his back on him and walks into the apartment, clearly expecting Peter to follow. He sighs and walks after his angry young mate, looking around for Evan. The omega is nowhere in sight.

  Chad leads him to his office, waiting for him to enter before closing the door behind him. Peter tries again, “Look, I know you think it’s wrong—"

  “This isn’t about that,” Chad growls, interrupting him and stepping forward aggressively. “This is about Aiden.”

  Peter struggles to rein in his temper. He’s not in the mood for another argument about his friend.

  “I wish you two could be grown-ups around each other, Chad. He’s just teasing—"

  Chad cuts him off again, not caring how disrespectful he’s being. “I don’t want him here. I’m not saying you can’t be friends with him, but I don’t want to see him, and I don’t want him around Evan.” Chad looks like he’s made up his mind, and Peter bristles at being ordered what to do. It isn’t Chad’s place to order him to do anything.

  “Watch it,” he says softly, putting every ounce of dominant energy he has into the words. Chad steps back, but then quickly steps forward again. It’s resolute, almost like he’s gearing up for a challenge. Peter bares his teeth in warning.

  “He walked in when Evan and I were having sex!” Chad hisses, furious. Peter blinks, not sure he’s heard correctly.

  “I’m sure he didn’t—"

  “He walked in when Evan and I were tied, and he took a picture, and he touched me,” Chad growls. “I want him gone!”

  Peter has no idea how to respond. If Aiden really has taken that kind of liberty with Chad, it would be unforgivable. But on the other hand… Chad has been trying to get rid of Aiden for years. Peter’s not sure he would put it past his excitable young mate to lie in order to get his way. Not if it stood between Chad lying and Aiden disrespecting him. Both seem equally unlikely, yet one has to be true. It’s a mess.

  “I’ll talk with Aiden, OK? See—"

  Chad opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but then his jaws clamp shut with an audible snap. He marches past Peter and out of the room. Peter follows.

  “Chad, wait a minute. It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just need to get Aiden’s side of the story before—"

  But Chad doesn’t listen, and the door slams shut before Peter can finish his sentence. Huffing, Peter rips open the door and follows Chad through the apartment to the front door, wondering what the hell his young mate is doing.

  Chad pulls on his leather jacket and grabs the keys to his bike, heading out the door.

  “Chad, where are you going?” Peter says as makes his way to the elevator. Chad doesn’t answer, pushing the button to go down. The elevator doors ping open, Chad stepping inside. Peter follows, holding the doors open. He grabs for Chad’s arm, but the alpha pulls away with a growl.

  “Chad, come on. Let’s go back inside and talk about this,” Peter says, trying to be reasonable when all he wants to do is grab Chad by the nape of his neck and march him back inside. He does not like being disobeyed like this, but he’s not about to force Chad back inside.

  “Can you move?” Chad asks, and his voice is cold. Peter steps out of the elevator, surprised.

  “Chad,” he says, but the doors are already closing. He watches the numbers over the doors as the elevator makes its way down into the underground parking garage, wondering what the hell just happened.

  Chad is probably just going to go for a ride to cool off, he figures, then come back when he’s ready to talk. Feeling at a loss for what to do, Peter heads back inside to look for Evan.

  Maybe the omega can shed some light on what’s been going on...

  ***

  Part Five: Alpha Revealed

  Chad paces, muscles rolling under his skin as he moves around the room like a caged animal, getting more and more worked up as the night goes on. Evan watches him silently. By the time they hear Peter come home, both of them going still at the sound of the door, Chad has worked himself into a furious rage.

  Evan isn’t scared of Chad’s rage—none of the anger or aggressive body language is directed at him—but it hurts to see Chad so upset. The man’s pride has been trampled on, and the fact that Evan was there only makes it worse. He doesn’t know what he can do to help.

  “Stay here. I’m going to talk to Peter,” Chad growls, stomping out of the room. Evan obeys, at least for a little while, but then his curiosity gets the better of him. He gets up and walks towards the front door, stopping just around the corner.

  It’s quiet, and when takes a quick peek into the front hallway, neither alpha is in sight. Did they leave?

  The door slams, making him jump, and Evan once again peeks nervously around the corner. All he sees is Peter by himself, staring into space and frowning. The alpha catches him looking, eyes narrowing.

  "In my study," he commands, walking straight up to Evan and dropping a hand on his neck, guiding the way. The hand is heavy and warm, Peter’s fingers big and strong as they squeeze down firmly. It feels good, comforting, but he’d be enjoying the touch a lot more if Peter wasn’t so tense.

  Peter pushes him gently into his office, lifting his hand off Evan’s neck and moving to stand in front of his desk.

  Entering Peter's office is like stepping into a different world. Everything is dark wood and leather, the room even more masculine than the alpha’s bedroom. This is Peter's space, and if the decor wasn't reminder enough, the scent of alpha that saturates the air makes it abundantly clear.

  Evan stands in the middle of the office; feet planted firmly on a Persian rug that probably cost more than he did, looking at the intricate patterns beneath his feet rather than up at Peter. He knows that he hasn't done anything wrong—not counting kicking Aiden—and Peter should be on his side—on Chad's side—but he's come to realize that nothing works the way it should when it comes to Aiden. He can't count on Peter's support, and that rattles him. That Chad is upset makes perfect sense.

  "Sit," Peter commands, an imperious finger pointing at one of the comfy chairs sequestered in the corner of the room. Evan obeys, sitting down in the oversized chair, pulling his legs up to his chest and hugging his knees. Peter walks over, towering over him, looking down at him with a stern expression.

  "Tell me what happened," Peter demands, crossing his arms over his chest. His arms are huge, muscles bulging through his white shirt, and Evan has to force himself to ignore the part of him that wants to lay himself flat at his alpha's feet and beg to be taken. This is not the time to let his instincts get the better of him.

  "You mean with Aiden and Chad?" he asks, just to be sure. He's not about to confess to his little act of rebellion if he doe
sn't need to. Not yet, anyway.

  "Yes, with Aiden and Chad," Peter says, crouching down so that they’re face to face. The stern lines around his eyes smooth out, and Evan feels himself relax. He knows Peter is doing it on purpose, that he hasn't changed what he's thinking or feeling, but it still helps.

  "Uhm... Chad came home, and I told him about school. Then he went into the living room and said hi to Aiden. They didn't really talk, just said hi to each other, and then Chad carried me to the bedroom—"

  "Why was he carrying you?" Peter frowns, as though Evan had been injured and needed care, making him blush when he thinks about the truth of the matter.

  "Just for fun," he answers, looking down. Peter seems to understand, his eyes going momentarily hot with desire.