Badass Omega [MxM] - A Reimagining of Carmen

Chapter 28 - The Omega's Pack

After

"I'll still have to do this with Ronan at the full moon - ah! - you know."

Dan bit his nipple gently, circling his tongue around it. He ran his hans up Kit's spine, grabbing the nape of his neck and pulling until the younger man arched his back, straddling Dan's lap.

"I'm not sure I'm okay with that. Well...perhaps on one condition."

He unbuttoned Kit's jeans and stroked him through his underwear, his hand almost large enough to envelop his entire cock, grip warm and firm, moving at a steady pace.

Kit moaned, head still bent back. "Wha...What?"

"I'm there too."

"Huh?"

Kit's head snapped up and he steadied himself with his hands on Dan's shoulders, gaze clearing.

"D'you mean...a threesome?"

"I'm not sure whether to be happy about that sparkle in your eyes."

Dan grabbed Kit's arse and flipped them both over, dumping Kit among the covers and leaning over him.

He looked amazing - rumpled curls, unbuttoned jeans, T-shirt pushed up to reveal smooth, coffee-and-cream skin. His plump, pink lips were parted, curling up at the corners in a sensual half-smile.

Dan felt his mind go blank, blood rushing out of his head and straight to his cock. He bent to kiss his mate.

"So the two of you dated, but you never...?" Kit murmured against his lips.

"Yeah?"

"And you're both going to do me? Won't it get awkward?"

"Well, it might get a bit...competitive."

Kit grinned, wrapping his legs around Dan's hips.

"I think I can live with that. Now - grab the whipped cream." 

As the next full moon approached, Kit's healing sped up. He wasn't recovered - the bullet wound would take weeks, if not months longer to heal completely and his body remained stiff and sore, though that might have something to do with all the sex they had been having. At least his arm was out of its sling. 

Despite that, he insisted that he was well enough to run with the pack.

Dan had spent the time since Kit's release from the hospital pampering him - cooking for him, helping him dress his wounds, rubbing his muscles and worshipping his body. It was a little disconcerting - being treated like something so precious.

He was still getting used to it, and to living with Dan and having a free share in his house and possessions.

Kit didn't ask him about Kosta. Morgan had told him that Ilya was dead, but Kit just didn't want to know if his former teacher had joined him. 

On the night of the full moon, they ran together. 

Their Omega felt the stirrings of heat deep in his belly but forced it down, clamping down with the new control he had found - Not yet - and they ran. 

Kit had never felt anything quite like this - fast paws thudding against frosty ground, fur brushing his flanks, a sense that they were moving together, breathing together, thinking together. 

This was not hunting, it was fun. Joyful. Playful. Kit bumped into Justin and sent him stumbling sideways only to have him crash into his flank seconds later, knocking him off the path and into a pile of leaves.