Page 6 of The Vampire’s Omega

“Unbreakable baby, absolutely unbreakable.” Gabriel had felt it too and picked up on Ben’s turbulent thoughts. Gabriel sunk his teeth into the claiming scar and tasted him once again, strengthening their new bond and sending unbearably intense waves of pleasure down Ben's spine, and he came, covering the bedspread beneath him.

Gabriel pulled his teeth free and licked the scar before running his fingers through Ben's essence and raising his finger to his lips. He tasted him, and it was the most erotic thing Ben had ever seen.

James had his omega lovers do many things, and Ben had thought he’d witnessed most of what could happen between couples, but this was so tender and personal. This simple act heated and soothed and brought him so much closer to the man that owned him.

"You taste lovely," Gabriel whispered against Ben's ear and delivered hot, wet kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. Gabriel kept thrusting in shallow movements that continued to titillate and excite. "I will never get enough of you even if we live forever."

Gabriel pulled him back and away from the wet spot on the spread and turned him, so they were facing each other. He did not let him out of his embrace, and Ben was very pleased to be cradled so lovingly in his arms. He hadn’t known the touch of another for several years, not since James had decided that Ben belonged to him and yet never claimed him or showed him any particular regard.

It was an odd arrangement that he never understood, and as the years passed, the positive regard he'd held for James deteriorated with the near constant abuse and humiliation until nothing was left except hatred and loathing. James treated him like garbage, even worse than garbage, taking perverse pleasure in his pain and degradation.

"What are you thinking? You've tensed, and your scent is turning acrid. What's wrong?" Of course, Gabriel would pick up on his thoughts. Why did he let James infect everything with his toxicity? "Does it have something to do with the man you were forced to observe throughout the banquet? Was James Fowl punishing you?" This time it was Gabriel's scent that sharpened.

"James Fowl doesn't matter anymore, and I don't want to taint this evening with discussions about him." Ben knew that they would have to discuss him at some point, but this was too wonderful a night to have him there in thought or words. Gabriel looked at him with those piercing dark eyes that saw right to his soul for several seconds, and then he nodded.

"Tomorrow we will talk. Tonight is just you and me and no one else." Gabriel's tone was deep, and it scraped sensually across Ben's body, leaving him hard and wanting once more.

"Tonight is ours," Ben stated and took Gabriel's lips in a possessive kiss that surprised even him with its ferocity.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Ben is not in his room," James announced, irritated and angry. "Where is he?" he spoke to one of the guards positioned in the omega wing of the pack house.

"Ben Dalton did not return to the pack house last night. He reported that he was staying in Chicago for the night and would return sometime today." The guard stated flatly. The information did not sit well with James.

“Where is he staying?” He barked.

“He did not say.”

James was at a loss since he'd left Ben last night and told him to find his own way home. There was nothing he could do or demand. The omega had a right to stay elsewhere as long as he reported in, which he had. He stared at the guard for several seconds and then turned on his heels and went back to his bedroom. He was feeling a rage coming on, and he didn't want to be in a communal space when it hit.

Caleb was still in his bed, and suddenly he was very tired of the man's presence. "Get up and get out." He yelled at the sleeping figure, grabbing him by the back of the neck and tossing him onto the floor. The omega was naked and scrambling to cover himself as James opened the door and threw him out into the hallway and slammed the door behind him.

The omega had entertained him adequately in the car on the way home and after they’d returned to his room, so much so that James had allowed him to stay the night. Caleb had given his ass to the driver without complaint and had acted like a total slut. It had turned James on so much that even he took a round out of the driver. For a gamma, Rex turned out to be a very good fuck. He would remember that.

Once they were back in his room, Caleb, although exhausted, managed to suck him off five times through the course of the night, and each time was memorable. He let James fuck him in every hole and took James’ cock down his throat to the base just as he had at the banquet. Thoughts of last night were making him hard, and his rage over Ben was being pushed out by the need to find another willing hole.

He shouldn't have thrown Caleb out so quickly, but there were many fish in this sea. James was the Beta and every unbonded omega was at his beck and call. Each one believed they might be chosen, so they always performed with creativity and endless energy. The omegas in this pack were all willingly selling themselves for position.

The breakfast server with the luscious round ass didn’t mind being taken over the sink or against the wall and he held no aspirations of being anything more to James than a convenient fuck. That man loved cock as much as James loved omega ass. He would find him and alleviate the hunger, and then he would find Ben. The server, a short man with dark hair and cautious eyes, saw him coming. He wasn't averse to servicing James; he just had reservations about doing it in the kitchen.

James walked decisively towards him, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him into a back room. He didn't even bother to close the door. James didn't care who watched because this man’s dignity meant nothing to him. In fact, James loved an audience.

He bent the willing man over the nearest flat surface and yanked down his pants, baring the beautiful round ass. James slapped each cheek several times, getting him red and hot and ready. The omega was already eager for his cock.

James pulled out his rock hard cock and thrust directly into the man’s tight hole. He did not prepare or lubricate, simply forcing himself straight inside. Omegas tend to naturally lubricate, but James had given his physiology no time to do its work. The channel was raw and tight just the way James liked it.

He held the man down with his forearm on the back of his neck and proceeded to ravage him, slamming into his hole repeatedly, deaf to his request for more care. James did not give these men care; he took what they had to give and gave nothing in return, least of all care.

Ben was the only one he had not tasted, and he was saving Ben he would take him when the time was right. In the meantime, he would enjoy torturing him and making him into the perfectly broken submissive mate.

James came to a sudden climax and filled the server with his cum, letting it drip down the man's leg. He then slapped him hard on the ass, leaving an angry handprint before stepping back and straightening his clothes without a word spoken.

The man was breathless and pushing himself up from the tabletop while his pants still hung around his knees. James didn't even know the server's name, but he would recognize that ass anywhere.

The man was simply there to be used just like the omegas that lounged about on the second floor. They were all there for his pleasure, just props for his needs. He was the pack Beta, and he could do whatever he wanted with those lowest in the pack. He has so many memories of satisfying his needs; so many beautiful memories.

He pulled himself back to the present and gave that glorious ass another bruising slap, lifting the man off his feet by a couple of inches. He noticed several kitchen workers observing from the open door; some looked shocked, while others looked entertained. The large gamma wolf leaning against the door jamb looked hungry.