Omega Reimagined volume 2

by Tanya Chris

  Fortis’s expression was painfully vulnerable. Owen held his breath for him. If the two of them took this next step, it would be the end of his hopes with either of them, but he wanted it to happen as much as he didn’t. This was right and inevitable, the best possible outcome for everyone. Except him.

  A heartbeat later, Fortis had Keesh on his back. He pinned him against the bedding, using his weight to hold him still. There was a poignant moment of eye contact, and then Fortis’s mouth descended.

  Owen knew how it felt to have Fortis kiss you, knew the sensual onslaught of raw command. But Keesh didn’t. He let out of a squeaky moan of surprised pleasure, and then he was gone. Owen saw him flip from hopeful-but-controlled to completely willing, saw how he gave himself up as gracefully as an omega ever could. Fortis rode Keesh with his hips, simulating a fucking motion, and Keesh ground back.

  Owen probably ought to give them some privacy, but he couldn’t peel his eyes away from the sinuous bump and grind. Every growl Fortis threw out went straight down his spine, and the whimpering responses Keesh gave in return were just as powerful. They curled down to his toes, like he’d made them himself. He managed a single step back before Fortis raised his head from Keesh’s neck to fix him with a glare.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “You don’t need me.”

  “Actually, we do. Unless one of you is carrying lube.”

  Owen shook his head. Why would he carry lube? He was a walking lube dispenser. Oh.

  “Get in here and get those pants off,” Fortis ordered. “And shut the damned door.”

  Fortis was using his alpha voice, which meant that even if Owen had wanted to resist, he would’ve had a hard time doing so. But he didn’t want to resist. He jumped to comply, shutting the door so eagerly that the bang of it reverberated around the room, then shucking his pajamas with a single tug. Slick trailed down the inside of his leg, hot and viscous. The smell of it filled the room where Keesh’s teenaged scent still lingered.

  “Open him up for me.” Fortis hitched one of Keesh’s legs up on his shoulder, exposing Keesh’s hole which was tight and dry, no shine to it at all. Yes, they were going to need Owen. At least for this.

  Keesh

  Keesh moaned at the touch of Owen’s fingers.

  Being flipped by Fortis, being kissed by Fortis, was hotter than he could imagine anything being until Fortis ordered Owen to get him ready and those little fingers—coated in Owen’s own slick—breached him. He’d been fingered before, but never with real slick and only to prep for a mutually respectful exchange with another beta. There was taking a cock in your ass and then there was being fucked. He was about to get fucked.

  What it would all mean tomorrow, he couldn’t guess. If he tried to figure it out now, it would kill the boner buzz he had going. Tonight he was going to get what he’d been waiting five years for, and that was all he needed to know.

  Owen’s fingers worked him resolutely, and all the while Fortis stared him down—sub-vocalizations rippling through his board chest and his claws drilling holes in Keesh’s flanks as they pried his legs open to let Owen in there.

  “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” Owen asked.

  “It’s fine.” Nothing could hurt him now.

  “Little wolf likes being opened up for his alpha,” Fortis said. Keesh had to choke back a noise that would give away exactly how much he did like it.

  “I have to get you good and loose,” Owen warned him. “Because he’s got a big, fat cock.”

  Owen’s body was designed to take big. Keesh’s, not so much. The beta cocks he’d been fucked by before had only stretched him to a pleasant fullness, but he didn’t care if Fortis’s cock did hurt. He’d been waiting for it too long to be timid about taking it.

  “You know, I think you are going to like this,” Fortis said with an arrogant grin. “I should’ve given you my cock years ago.”

  Keesh could only nod, though what Fortis had said about after teased at the back of his mind. He had to be good, to be enough, to convince Fortis he could be what Fortis wanted. He started to struggle against Owen’s fingers, aware of how long this was taking. An omega didn’t need to be opened. Fortis could ram his cock straight into Owen, and Owen would only coo with pleasure.

  Give me the chance, Keesh wanted to say. He could do it. He’d find a way.

  “Settle,” Fortis commanded, and Keesh fell still again. That alpha voice, so thunderously deep. It rattled through his soul.

  “Good enough.” Owen sat back on his heels and waggled his fingers.

  “Positive?”

  “I don’t want to open him too much. The stretch is nice.”

  Keesh nodded eagerly. He wanted to feel it when Fortis pierced him.

  “Go ahead,” Owen urged. “Don’t be afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid.” Fortis snapped his teeth at Owen, and Owen pulled back with a feigned shriek. “Give me those tasty fingers, little one.”

  Owen fed the fingers he’d been using to work Keesh open into Fortis’s mouth. Fortis licked around them while Keesh squirmed with impatience. Fortis was doing this on purpose—making him wait when he’d already waited so long. He tried to be good, to be as obedient as an omega would be, but in the end he couldn’t manage it. He reared up and grabbed Fortis by the back of the neck to haul him down. If he couldn’t get Fortis’s cock in him, he could at least enjoy the crush of his kiss and the weight of his body.

  A growl rumbled through Fortis’s chest, but he gave in to Keesh’s demands, feasting on his mouth with a thoroughness that made Keesh dizzy. His breath rushed hard through his throat, carrying his moans with it, and his hips churned in search of a fuller joining.

  “Do it,” Owen urged. “Fuck him, Fortis. Fuck him.”

  Keesh clung to Owen’s thigh with sharp claws as Fortis breached his hole with the blunt head of his fat cock. Even after a shaky inhale, Keesh couldn’t find enough breath to let out a moan deep enough to express his satisfaction. Fortis was over him, huge and strong and glorious, with his short fall of blond hair and those glimmering blue eyes, hazy with lust. Fortis dipped his head to nuzzle into Keesh’s neck, and his fangs grazed over Keesh’s jugular in a sexy threat that had Keesh tipping his head back in welcome.

  “Want more?” Fortis asked.

  “Please.”

  Fortis slid deeper, seating himself fully. The thickness of his cock filled Keesh with a thoroughness he’d never known.

  “Please,” he repeated, though he wasn’t sure what more he was asking for. This was everything—more than he’d ever imagined. The soft silk of Owen’s thigh beneath his hand was a perfect contrast to the hardness that was Fortis.

  Fortis hitched himself back, lifted Keesh’s legs to throw them over his shoulders, and started moving.

  Oh, yes. This was the more he’d been asking for. Fortis’s cock in motion felt twice as big, twice as possessive. It stroked over his prostate, bringing it to life in a way Owen’s slim fingers hadn’t been able to, in a way that nothing ever had before. This was a fantasy—like coming awake in the middle of the hottest dream imaginable to find out he’d been sleeping through an even hotter reality. Fortis was so wild, so absolutely feral when he fucked, a distillation of male and alpha. Keesh’s body responded to him like a tide being called by the moon. He surged, his blood moving in the direction of the force that owned him.

  “Alpha.”

  “Say it again,” Fortis ordered.

  “Alpha.”

  “Alpha,” Owen echoed. Keesh grabbed him by the back of the neck and hauled him down, pouring his joy into Owen’s mouth, sharing it with him. This experience belonged to Owen. Keesh was only borrowing it.

  “Can you come like this?” Fortis asked, his voice strained in a way that suggested he wasn’t far from coming himself.

  Keesh ripped himself free from Owen, wanting to watch Fortis’s orgasm even though he was pretty sure he couldn’t reach his own, not like this. He loved being fucked—the
stretch and burn, the relentless prostate stimulation, and especially the sights and sounds of Fortis fiercely taking him—but the pleasure was too diffused, not focused enough on his cock.

  “Help him,” Fortis ordered Owen. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m—‍”

  Coming? Was Fortis coming? Why did he sound so conflicted about it? Keesh didn’t mind if Fortis came first, though now that Owen had a hand on his cock, he thought he could get there fast enough. But then he realized that Fortis wasn’t just coming. He was knotting. A wider intrusion, blunt and heavy, battered at his hole, demanding entrance. Fortis’s hips stuttered as he tried to hold himself back.

  “No,” Fortis muttered, even as he rammed his cock harder into Keesh’s hole. Keesh felt it. Fortis’s knot was in him. It hurt popping through, but he didn’t care. It was Fortis’s knot. In him. He came, exploding all over Owen’s hand with a scream that was as much pain as pleasure. His eye rolled back, his vision went dark. He felt nothing except the jerk of his cock spewing out its load for solid seconds.

  When he could take notice of something outside of himself again, his thighs were wet and his ass was empty. Fortis hung over him, drooping so that Keesh half-supported him. Keesh wrapped his arms around him, tugging him down to rest more fully on his body even as a wave of sorrow crashed through him. The knot Fortis had started to form pulsed between his legs instead being buried inside him.

  It probably hadn’t been a full knot anyway. He wasn’t an omega. It was flattering Fortis had raised a knot at all and not surprising he’d withdrawn it. What would it have been like to be tied together? Too awkward, maybe. Looking into each other’s eyes, knowing they’d done this intimate thing, irrevocably becoming something other than friends. Something more than friends? Well, they’d never know.

  Keesh stroked Fortis’s back. He should be happy for what he’d gotten. That’d been a monumental effort on Fortis’s part, and Keesh was grateful. Truly grateful. He was grateful to Owen for engineering it too. He was going to remember this always.

  He reached out for Owen and didn’t find him. His vision had cleared enough that he was able to search the room, but Owen wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Owen?”

  Fortis pushed himself up on one arm. “The two of you have to stop running away every time I’m try to fucking fuck one of you,” he grumbled. “Owen!” he yelled, loudly enough that Keesh’s parents must’ve heard it. Considering how sensitive wolf hearing was, likely the whole Central Pack had heard it. “Get your ass back in here. Don’t make me come after you.”

  A reluctant figure appeared in the doorway. Owen’s face was sulky, but his cock was hard, distending the front of the pajama bottoms he’d put back on.

  “What did I say about those pants and that door?”

  Owen shut the door and shucked his pants, but Keesh could see the sadness behind his obedience. This was all so messed up. How could they be happy? How could any of them be happy? Fortis had fucked him, but he’d had to deny himself what was supposed to be the supreme alpha pleasure to do it. If Keesh had hoped to prove he could be enough to satisfy Fortis, he’d only proved the opposite. And in doing so, he’d damaged the bond that’d been growing between Fortis and Owen. If it was possible for any two of them to be happy together, it was those two.

  Keesh didn’t have a long term solution, but he knew Owen deserved an orgasm and a snuggle, so he pushed and prodded until he had Owen leaning back against Fortis’s chest like a smaller, darker echo. Keesh gave him a beta-special blowjob while Fortis watched. When he was done, he slid down and took in Fortis’s cock, which had re-hardened, snaking its way out from between Owen’s thighs.

  Fortis’s cock tasted like a mix of all three of them, and Keesh snuck a hand down to stroke himself off as he worked Fortis over. It was a slow, contemplative blowjob with both of them already tired and sated, and when they came in tandem, it felt like something had been settled, but Keesh had no idea what.

  Fortis

  Fortis woke alone. Two thunderous orgasms had left him drained, sunk him into a sleep deep enough that he’d only had the vaguest awareness of the other bodies sharing a bed with him. His first feelings on awakening were satisfaction and a low-level horniness, but it didn’t take long before his mind filled with less happy thoughts.

  He'd almost knotted Keesh. Had only restrained himself with the barest sliver of his remaining fortitude. In truth, he hadn’t restrained himself, not completely. He’d rammed his growing knot in and out of Keesh’s less stretchy beta hole at least twice before managing to resist the driving urge to bury himself completely and irrevocably inside the wolf his wolf called mate.

  Mate.

  Last night might’ve been the first time he’d ever fucked Keesh, but five years of intimacy couldn’t be denied. His body wanted to make a more resolute claim than Keesh’s body could accept. That knot had to have hurt. And when it was all over, when he lay heaving between Keesh’s thighs gasping like one of the fish Owen had caught, there Owen had been, strumming a different longing Fortis felt all the way through him. He wanted Owen and he wanted Keesh and it was all so fucking confusing.

  But alphas didn’t cower in bed hoping the world would fix itself while they napped, so he got up and enjoyed the luxury of indoor plumbing before tromping downstairs to see where things stood. Owen and Keesh were at the table with Keesh’s parents. Owen had on those green capris Fortis would never be able to forget ripping off him, and Keesh was wearing a pair of cotton stretch pants. They cupped his cock, and when he rose to get Fortis some coffee, Fortis couldn’t help noticing that they cupped his ass too.

  Before he’d managed more than a sip of coffee, Keesh’s father’s ears perked up. “Someone’s coming,” he said, already moving to the door to answer it. Fortis inhaled, cataloguing the scents on the wind. Two wolves, neither of whom smelled like they were kin to Keesh. He pushed his chair away from the table to give himself room to shift if needed.

  “Expecting trouble?” Mama Keesh asked.

  Fortis glanced over at Keesh, trying to ask him the same question, and Keesh cocked his head as if to say he didn’t have an answer either. The knock made them all jump, even though they were expecting it, but Keesh’s father relaxed when he saw who was at the door.

  “Head Alpha Anissa. What a pleasant surprise.”

  “Louis.” She offered her cheek for a kiss.

  “Your head alpha is an omega?” Owen asked in an awed whisper.

  Mama Keesh answered with a laugh. “Technically, her title is Head Council Member, but old habits die hard.” She went to the door to greet Anissa herself.

  “Two wolves,” Fortis told Keesh, in case Keesh hadn’t picked up on that himself. There was no second wolf in the doorway, which meant something was being hidden from them. Fortis wasn’t ready to stand down, no matter how unthreatening Anissa appeared to be. She was small, even by omega standards, and old. A wizened, white-haired figure in a gauzy dress and a smile. Her hair, which showed the same tendency toward twisting as Keesh’s, was piled so high on her head Fortis feared the entire structure might collapse.

  Louis ushered her over to the table where they’d been breakfasting and made the introductions while Mama Keesh fetched another cup of coffee.

  “And this must be your little one,” Anissa said as she took a seat next to Owen. “It’s Owen, right?”

  “Why do you know his name?” Fortis asked. Anissa might be the head whatever, but she wasn’t his head whatever, and he wanted to know why she knew who Owen was.

  “Because I had a visitor last night.”

  “And you brought them here?” Fortis sniffed the air again, trying to identify that second scent. Definitely no hint of Keesh’s kin in it, but there was something familiar about it nonetheless.

  “He’s outside,” Anissa acknowledged. “I want to make sure Owen is willing to talk to him before I bring him in.”

  Fortis hooked his ankle around Owen’s chair and dragged it closer to him. “Who?”

  “An alpha from you
r pack. His name’s Cyril.”

  Fortis was growling before she’d finished.

  “Know him, do you?”

  “He’s a friend of the crown prince’s. What’s he here for?”

  “Your omega.”

  Fortis liked how Anissa referred to Owen as his omega. It suggested she wasn’t about to turn him over to anyone else. But he didn’t like the rest of it.

  “Owen belongs to himself,” Keesh said, belying the way Fortis had Owen’s chair tucked behind him, how his chest had broadened and his fangs dropped. “I think we can all agree on that.”

  “Absolutely,” Anissa said. “Which is why Alpha Cyril is outside. If Owen doesn’t want to talk to him, he doesn’t have to, but that’s a choice for Owen to make.”

  Fortis tried to retract his fangs. He wasn’t quarrelling with Owen’s right to make his own choices, but Cyril wasn’t the sort of alpha who gave omegas choices. He was one of the cadre of sycophants who hung around Devin, flattering and kowtowing and somehow not noticing that the wolf they believed would usher in a return to the old ways of total alpha rule was too chickenshit to challenge his own aging mother. Too respectful, they claimed, but since Devin never showed any respect to anyone else, that was doubtful.

  “What does Alpha Cyril want?” Owen asked, his little voice piping up from the corner Fortis had him wedged into. Anissa had to lean around the blockade of Fortis’s body to speak to him.

  “He says you were supposed to mate with Prince Devin.”

  “Prince Devin doesn’t want to mate with me. He sent me away.”

  “He says it was a misunderstanding—that Prince Devin is eager to claim you, as previously arranged, and that he’s here to bring you back to North Leland so that can happen.”

  Fortis met Keesh’s gaze. They were both wondering the same thing: why the sudden turnaround? And they were both worried about the same thing: that Owen would agree to go back, that he’d give up his freedom, everything they’d taught him, not to mention the two of them, to make the match his father had expected him to make, the one that would assuage his internalized shame over having let Devin knot him.