Omega Mine
Chapter 17 🌶️🌶️

Seven’s grip tightened on his mate’s waist as she dug her small fangs deeper into his flesh, her small moan of pleasure vibrating through him. It was a sweet torment, as was the feel of her sucking on his skin, causing more precum to drip from his tip and add to the mess he’d already made of her pussy as she grinded down on his length.

Josie didn’t mind, holding onto him more firmly as she sank her fangs impossibly deeper. She was leaving her mark on him, claiming him with the same ferocity he’d just displayed with his own bite. With that touch, he felt an odd stirring in his chest, a gentle warmth like he’d never known making him feel whole for the first time in memory.

“Josie,” he groaned raggedly, his voice filled with awe and wonder, that warmth beating away the dark thoughts and rage that always held him tight in its grip, making space for something new. Something stronger than his pain and anger, so much heat filling him that he was almost lost to it.

Just when he thought he couldn’t stand the heat any longer, it tapered off, leaving behind a fully formed mating bond. He could feel Josephine everywhere; in his mind, though he couldn’t hear her thoughts. It was as if she was a soothing presence in his head that hadn’t been there before. He also felt her wrapped around his heart, in the very air that he drew into his lungs. So this is how it feels…

Her presence and her body surrounded him, clearing away more darkness that had haunted him for decades, allowing murky images of his past to surface, some more prominent than others. Snippets of memory that were swimming through his head, calling to him.

He was tempted to reach for them, but then his mate moaned, rocking her hips until she was cradling his cock with her pussy, her nails scraping along his recently clawed back. Her slick slipped down his shaft, drenching his cockhead. He hissed with renewed lust, gripping her hard around the waist with one hand while the other delved between them, fisting his length and guiding it into her.

As soon as his mate was settled nicely onto him, she slammed her hips down with brutal force, burying him to the hilt inside her.

“Fuck!” he roared, gritting his teeth as she began to ride him. Quick, hard bounces up and down that made his head reel, his balls ache and his canines lengthen further, urging him to mark her again, to assert his dominance over the little Omega riding his cock like she owned it.

Hell, she did own it. After her bite, it felt like she owned all of him. Instead of pinning her to the ground and marking her with all the savagery a male like him was capable of, he dragged her closer, peppering heated kisses across her shoulder. He palmed the back of her neck while his other hand splayed over her back, helping guide her movements until they were in sync.

She kept up her vigorous pace, and he met each drop of her hips with a hard thrust, pumping his cock into her wet cunt. He fucked her desperately, holding onto her as if he was afraid she’d disappear right from his arms and leave him alone in the darkness as he had been for years. But she didn’t leave him. She moaned his name softly, cradling him to her, riding out this storm of lust, heat and darkness together until all he could see was her. There was nothing but his Josie.

All too soon, her frantic bouncing eased, her limbs shaking as her pussy spasmed around him.

“Don’t stop, Josie,” he demanded, sweat dotting his forehead. He was breathing hard, his balls screaming at him for release. She shook her head, pulling her mouth away from his neck as she sagged against him.

“I need to cum, but I can’t–I’m too tired.” Despite her breathless admission, she rolled her hips, taking more of him with a soft whine of need.

“Ride your Alpha’s cock, sweet Omega,” he encouraged hoarsely, sliding his hands back to her waist. His nails bit into her flesh, and he rocked her hips, groaning at how perfect she felt against him. “Take my knot like the good mate I know you are.”

She whimpered, dropping her head onto his shoulder before she began fucking him again, her pace frantic and sloppy as her limbs coiled around him. He felt her pussy flutter, growling in satisfaction as a responding tingle began along his lower spine, the base of his shaft beginning to swell.

“Grayson,” she moaned into his ear, crying out a moment later as she orgasmed, squeezing his cock in a steel grip that had him coming undone.

He bellowed Josephine’s name as he buried his throbbing cock into her tight cunt, bottoming out as he knotted her. Sharp, hot spurts of cum filled her, and he groaned, exhaustion hitting him like a sledgehammer.

He collapsed back onto the nest Josephine had made for them, panting from exertion while he cradled her to his chest. She shook above him, little tremors with each release of his seed into her womb, until eventually she drifted off in his arms. The scent of sex and mating heat were heavy in his cell, but some of her own body heat had begun to lessen.

Gentle, content rumbles started in his chest, the same sound he’d begun emitting for her earlier. It was meant to soothe his mate, and it worked. Josephine relaxed against him, her shaking disappearing completely despite the hard length stuffed inside her warmth, and the cum that kept filling her every few minutes. She murmured something unintelligible into his chest, sighing blissfully a moment later.

Was her heat nearing its end so soon? Hadn’t she told him that days would pass before she found relief? He hadn’t expected her to fall asleep so quickly. And she’d been in agony for hours, but now it seemed as if every symptom had eased.

Fuck, if only he knew what was normal and what wasn’t in this situation. He needed to care for her, every fiber of his being demanded it, but he still felt so lost, even with memories of his youth threatening to close in on him, closer than ever. He’d never felt the need to delve into his lost memories, didn’t see a point since every day was live or die and there hadn’t been any reason to plot an escape.

But now there was a reason, and she was nestled in his arms, trusting him to protect her.

“I’ll keep you safe, Josephine,” he whispered into the dark, squeezing his eyes shut. Even if it was the last thing he did.

Slowly, so as not to disturb her, he rolled over to his side, holding his slumbering mate close as he tucked himself around her, providing a cocoon of warmth and soft sounds. She burrowed into him, her lips replaceing his chest, right above his heart, and placing a delicate kiss that pierced his very soul. She hummed something in her sleep before settling fully into him, the sound of her delicate snoring filling the air.

With his mate wrapped in his arms, and his head feeling more clear than it ever had, he closed his eyes.

And Grayson dreamt of a life before he’d ever been taken.

Grayson woke, every sense on high alert as he heard a light shuffling just outside of his cell door. He cast a quick glance at his mate, who had turned away from him in her sleep, nestling her ass against his groin. Swiftly, he sat up, inching away from her. She didn’t stir at all. He stood, stalking silently to the door until his chest brushed the cool metal.

After a deep inhale, he knew that the other Omega, Jameson, was lingering on the other side. With more cloth for Josie’s nest, or for something else?

“I know you’re there,” Grayson whispered against the door, wondering if he was able to hear the words through the door. Just to be cautious, he tapped the door twice. Jameson’s steps paused just outside the cell, the male biting off a low curse.

Another second later, a key was inserted to the lock, turning too slowly for Grayon’s liking. The male was obviously attempting to be quiet, and he doubted it was for Josephine’s benefit, which likely meant he wasn’t supposed to be down here. Had he come up with a solution to their problem already, or to tell him that Ortega was ready to punish him for his behavior?

He tensed as the door creaked open, squinting against the harsh hallway light that poured into the room. It only took a second for him to adjust to the bright light, and he focused his attention on the male standing just outside his domain. Jameson’s eyes widened when he caught sight of Grayson, his voice trembling as he spoke. “There’s blood all over your neck and chest.”

Grayson followed Jameson’s gaze, appraising the amount of blood his mate had shed. He’d known Josephine had claimed him passionately, but he hadn’t realized he’d bled that much from the wound. It only made him proud that she’d been so bold, so eager to mark him.

“Mating was a hell of a ride,” he answered as he looked back up, his steely tone implying the topic was closed. He wouldn’t be discussing what he and Josephine had done, not with Jameson or anyone. It was just between the two of them, sacred, and he wouldn’t taint it with the presence of another.

Jameson gulped, attempting to push into the room. Grayson blocked the doorway, growling lowly. He wasn’t going to let the male near his sleeping, naked mate. It wasn’t just that she was improperly dressed. It was that she was covered in his cum, filled with it, and after the dreams he’d had, he now suspected he knew why her heat had passed so quickly. “I–I don’t smell her heat anymore. It should last another few days.”

“My mate’s heat is none of your concern if you wish to keep living,” Grayson spat quietly.

“Is she okay?” Jameson asked, brow furrowing in concern. “You didn’t hurt her, did you? God, is that her blood all over you?”

Grayson scoffed at the question, ready to reach for the male and break a part of his body for asking something so ridiculous.

“I’m fine,” Josephine called drowsily from her nest in the corner of the room. Jameson’s head whipped toward the sound, shoulders slumping in relief.

“Avert your eyes,” Grayson snapped, pushing Jameson back fully into the hallway. Jameson jumped, squeezing his eyes shut before looking away.

“I haven’t mated anyone–I can’t see anything without the light, and she’s too far back to make out anything.”

“Keep it that way,” Grayson snarled, his pretense of being silent disappearing now that Josephine was awake. “Why are you here?”

Quickly, the male looked up and down the hallway. When he spotted no one, he squared his shoulders, looking up toward Grayson. He kept his gaze just above Grayson’s mouth, a submissive move designed to show respect to an Alpha.

“Ortega’s asking for you. I’ve delayed it a few hours, but we have to act.”

“Act?” Josie asked, standing up on wobbly legs.

Jameson nodded at Grayson while answering her. “I’m going to cause a distraction, and then we’re getting the fuck out of here.”