The Omega and his Luna mate

“Adam, move!” Jared pushed me out of the way as we headed downstairs for breakfast. “f***k!” I yelled as my foot missed the next step. I skidded down the steps on my a.ss and almost c.racked my head into the wall. Laughter echoed from down below. I looked down and found Jared grinning up at me. F.ucking d.ick he was, I couldn’t stand Jared, he was arrogant as f***k because he was second in command along with Paul his best friend. He thought he was a real catch to the ladies, strutting around the place and smiling at every female he passed and acting like they should be grateful for the attention. The worst part? Some of them actually fell for it. He often cheated on his mate Latasha. Pfft, little did he know she came to me whenever he was out. It wasn’t by my choice either, I hated the d.ick, but that didn’t mean I’d take his girl. Being an omega in this pack meant one thing: you belonged to everyone. Unfortunately this pack was run by Zack, he was a sadistic motherf.ucker as an alpha, he enjoyed causing pain in horrifying ways. His mate, our Luna, wasn’t as bad, she wasn’t nice, but she wasn’t evil like he was. They had both decided that because I was an omega, basically a nobody, that I would be the pack’s male w.hore, yep, you heard that right, they had a female w.hore too, and the pack could use us and our bodies to pleasure themselves whenever they felt like it. I’d resisted at first, tried to tell him I wasn’t some toy for the pack to use, then Zack had taken me down to his creepy dungeon and t.ortured me for days, not hours, days! He beat me black and blue and red, I probably f.ucking looked like the rainbow man. He used different instruments on me, knives, w.hips, even chains. He used a scalpel to cut across my chest where my heart was, threatening to use it to cut my heart out, I swear he almost did, I lost so much blood they had to take me to the hospital they owned to get me both stitched up and have blood transfusions. Scars still crossed my chest and back from the knives, whips, and chains he’d used to teach me a lesson. The lesson worked. It was bad, and so I never dared go against his rules again, instead I learned to please the females as best I could. I taught myself to be absolutely incredible in bed because if one of them weren’t happy they’d tell Zack, and he would beat me and threaten me to do better or he’d take me back down that dungeon. These days I was known as the best lover, I wasn’t being vain, the females literally said this all the time whenever the other males were out of earshot, apparently by their words, I had a huge d.ick, so I guess that helped. Instead of dwelling on the memories I flipped Jared off behind his back and ran down the stairs and joined everyone else. The smell of bacon and eggs drifted through the packhouse. Now that was something worth living for. The dining hall was already packed. Like everything else in the mansion, it was huge. Long wooden tables stretched across the room beneath hanging plants and woven light fixtures. My Luna, Kira had decorated the place in like a…what do girls call it? Bo ho style or something, so lots of plants everywhere basically. I headed in and sat next to Kaitlyn, she was a submissive wolf, not an omega, but not considered high enough to treat well either, she was gorgeous with long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and a pixie nose, her lips were full and so kissable I fantasised about kissing them most nights. She was really shy and sweet, and I had a massive crush on her. I was so busy staring at Kaitlyn that I heard a weird snapping sound and looked up to see our cook Tess, snapping her fingers in front of me. “You want food or not, boy!” “Uh, what? Oh. Yeah, sorry!” She shoved the tray into my hands and moved down. It was like little school and I took the tray and ate fast. It was basic scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, pretty nice, I should be grateful, they could have fed me dog s.hit. I wolfed the food down because if I sat around too long, I knew Jared or one of his stupid friends would take it from me. Amy came and sat down opposite me and Kaitlyn and smiled at me. “How many last night?” She asked. “Mmm, I think twelve. You?” “Fifteen,” she grinned. “f***k! Fine,” I grumbled, and handed her a fiver. She was the female w.hore for the pack. To help us get through it, we would laugh and joke and make bets on who had the most people in one day. She grabbed the money and sighed, “I can put it towards my nice new bike I want to buy.” “Yeah, because five dollars is going to help so much,” I replied sarcastically. “Pfft, you keep losing to me like you have been lately, I’ll have it before the end of the month!” She teased. I leaned over and shoved her head, making her giggle and our Luna snap at me, “don’t touch Amy and eat your food!” “Yes ma’am.” I looked at Amy and rolled my eyes, making her grin. Kaitlyn shyly laughed at us and I draped an arm around her shoulders. “So how’s you, baby girl?” Amy reached over and pushed my arm off Kaitlyn. “Don’t call her baby girl, you creepy weirdo.” “She is my baby girl though, aren’t you darling?” Kaitlyn blushed hotly. I kissed her cheek and jumped up, running off with my tray before Amy could s.lap me. I was a moron, I ran down the hall and someone had spilled their water either by accident or on purpose and I slipped, I dropped the tray and somehow fell to my knees on it while the tray glided along until it hit the wall and sent me crashing to the floor. I lay there sprawled for a second and then jumped up, and, turning to the pack members staring at me, I grinned, “holy s.hit, that was totally a Spider-Man move I just did there wasn’t it?” Some people gave me a thumbs up, but everyone else shook their heads like I was a disappointment. I picked the tray up and gave it to Tess. She was an elderly lady with full on gray hair, thick glasses and a no-nonsense attitude, but I still winked at her and said, “thanks darling.” It made her blush every time. I went to get dressed and pulled on jeans that cuffed around my ankles and put on my black combat boots with the jeans tucked in. It was a messy sort of look that the females seemed to love, so I stuck with it. I pulled on a white muscle fit t-shirt that clung to my muscular frame nicely. Being an omega, I would never be seen as dominant, so I made sure to at least be strong and look strong too. Unless another pack from outside this one got too close, they wouldn’t know I was an omega. Usually, although rare for males to be omegas, we were usually very skinny and fragile looking, short too, I think this was more due to the fact we would grow up with packs who abused us, didn’t feed us and as we grew up without the right nutrients and whatnot it stunted our growth and left us weak. I was lucky that Zack, as sadistic as he was, he liked all his male wolves strong and healthy, even the weak ones, so we were fed as much nutrients and protein as the rest of the pack. I say we, but I was the only male omega, Amy was an omega too. I worked out in the gym they had every day, hard, I spent hours in there training and lifting weights and when I wasn’t doing that I was sparring and learning MMA and kickboxing and even karate with the classes they had. I didn’t mean to, but I think it granted me some respect from Zack, which is why he only made me the w.hore for the pack, I still didn’t like it all that much, but my life could have been worse, he didn’t allow the other males to bother me, name calling and shoving sure, but they weren’t allowed to hit me. We’d had fights with other packs, and I was a good enough and strong enough fighter that I’d joined them. Being an omega didn’t mean you couldn’t fight or be strong, I just typically preferred to be playful and relaxed, I didn’t have the instinct to be an alpha or top dog or whatever. I think having good looks helped too, well, not with the males, it p.issed them off, but the females loved it, which helped me with Zack making sure I wasn’t hurt by anyone, if I p.issed him off, however, he would beat me, he just made sure not to mark my face. Personally, the females seemed to find my scarred body hot, I don’t know why. I looked at myself in the mirror, I’d never thought much about my looks before until the females commented on it and started flirting with me as I reached adulthood. My lilting Irish accent seemed to get them going too, that’s where my parents and I originally came from, they’d met Zack and joined his pack here when we’d been sent here from the government. I had piercing ice blue eyes, almost silver with flecks of gold, it wasn’t the typical gold the rest of the pack had, mine was the literal soft pale yellow the glow of the moon had, and the rim was the same color too, making my ice blue eyes stand out more. I’d been told by females that my face was flawless and sculpted, I definitely took after my mother there, I had her full red Cupid bow lips too. I got dad’s chiseled jawline along with his light olive skin tone, my olive skin was very light, but I tanned awesomely in the sun. I don’t think my eyes stood out just because of the moon coloured flecks of gold running through the ice blue, but also because of my jet black hair. I had my hair shaved short around the sides and longer on top, so it was a messy-tousled look that fell into my eyes. “God, quit being vain and staring at yourself,” I muttered to myself and grabbed my silver necklace of a wolf’s tooth and put it on. Oh yeah, should probably mention silver didn’t affect us. The tooth belonged to my father. He had died in battle against another pack, my mother alongside him. They had both been dominant wolves, and their loyalty and strength in the fight had been the reason Zack had raised me and not just let me rot somewhere. I was planning on heading out to work, but the Luna grabbed me and pulled me in to her office. The second the door shut, she pushed me against her desk and kissed me hungrily. “Woah, easy tiger,” I laughed, awkwardly, and tried moving away from her, but she was really damn strong. “Don’t worry, Zack’s gone out for a business meeting. Now f***k me, I want that massive c***k of yours.” Yep, she was really obsessed with my c***k, enough that I wondered if she thought Zack had a tiny one. It would explain a lot. She was already yanking my jeans and boxers down, and I knew it wouldn’t end well for me if I resisted, so I let her pull it out and watched her get on her knees and start sucking on it. It felt good, not gonna lie, she was hot too, similar to Kaitlyn with the blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a really slim but curvy body, nice hips, big t.its and a big a.ss. I moaned when she traced her tongue over the tip of my c***k, and it wasn’t long before she had me hard and ready for her. She stood back up in front of me and pulled her top and bra off. I travelled my gaze over her perfect porcelain b.reasts, I loved her small pink n.ipples, and when I looked up to meet her eyes, I breathed, “f***k, you are so f.ucking beautiful.” She grinned, blushing slightly. Laying me down on the desk, she got on top and started riding me. I held her hips while she moved slowly up and down on me. “I’ve never had to grow used to a man’s size before, you truly have a monster c***k,” she moaned. It was strange for her to say that, and she probably didn’t realise she let slip the Alpha had a smaller d.ick than me. Usually, us werewolves were big down there, I don’t know why, for breeding purposes? Because the wolf God thought it a blessing? Who knew, all I know is the females loved it. Being werewolves meant we healed fast, and we were tough, it took a lot of damage to hurt us, so being big wasn’t a problem for the females. Humans didn’t like it as much, though; some did, but I’d slept with human woman who found it too painful and uncomfortable. Humans knew supernaturals existed and at first, they didn’t trust us, they still didn’t really and so the government had literally given us supernaturals our very own country, as big as America, it made the humans feel safer. Over time they had grown curious about us and wanted to know us more, these days we co-existed peacefully, we still got disgusted looks at times, but nothing like before, some humans had even become mated to werewolves and chose to live here with us, on rare occasions we were allowed to live in their countries but not often, we were allowed to visit with the right documentations and for a short period. Clearly I was too distracted thinking because Kira s.lapped me around the face, moaning and riding me harder. I hated it at first, but I’d grown used to her s.lapping me during s**x, and sometimes I even liked it. For survival, I taught myself to enjoy everything because some of the females liked really weird s.hit. It wasn’t long before Kira was coming, and then she climbed off me and left me to pull my jeans up and do my belt back up. She didn’t care about my pleasure luckily, as beautiful as she was she didn’t turn me on at all, it was rare I came with her. I left her office and thought I was finally free to do my own thing when I saw Zelma walking down the hall, I quickly ran and hid before she saw me, out of all the females, I hated sleeping with her the most, she seemed more perfect for Zack, she got off on causing pain like he did, and liked to hurt me during s**x, not enough to mark my face and upset Zack, but enough I’d be left sore and bruised for days. I’d had all sorts of weird requests from females, I wasn’t always wanted for s**x, there was one who just got off on me rubbing her feet, which was weird, but whatever, I didn’t mind that, then there was another who liked me having s**x with her in my wolf form, yeah, that was, well, yeah, I mean was it b********y if we were as much wolves as we were human? Don’t know, but it was weird, and then there was the pretty one who liked me p.issing on her and dominating her, I could dominate perfectly in bed, I just wasn’t so dominant out of it. I almost made it outside but opening the front door I saw Sadie looking at me hungrily. “Hi sexy,” she smiled. “Hey.” I sighed and turned back to walk towards her bedroom, knowing what she wanted. She acted confident, most wolves saw confidence when looking at her. I saw someone constantly waiting for the world to tell her she wasn’t enough. She was insecure when she shouldn’t be, I thought she was hot with her brown wavy hair, green eyes and slim lean body, she had nice t.its too, but she didn’t see it herself. I’d had her crying in my arms once after being rejected by someone she liked. Everytime we had s**x she wanted me to talk dirty to her to tell her how much she turned me on and how pretty I thought she was. I didn’t mind doing it for her, she was never horrible to me in bed or out, so I was happy to give her what she needed. She was one of the second in commands, a very dominant wolf, but like she always did, she meekly lay on the bed naked under the covers and waited for me. I pulled my top off and climbed in with her. “Come here gorgeous,” I whispered and kissed her softly. I never kissed anyone I slept with, it was the one rule Zack actually allowed me to keep, I found it too personal and intimate, but for Sadie, I allowed it. I gently rolled my tongue around hers, kissing her softly and then more hungrily until I smelt her growing wet for me. I kissed my way down her neck and murmured, “you turn me on so much baby, I want to f***k your tight p*****. so bad.” “Really?” She asked, giggling, but I knew she really wanted a real answer. “Yes, you’re so hot Sadie, I’d f***k you all night if I had the time. Can I lick your p*****.?” She nodded, and I got between her legs and started to kiss and lick her p*****. until she was moaning and rubbing herself against my face. “Mmm, baby, you taste so good,” I groaned, sliding a finger in, and fingering her while I licked her. “You have such a pretty p.ussy.” I crawled back up and on top of her and murmured, “I’m going to f***k your p*****. so good darling.” I pushed myself inside of her, and she cried out in pleasure. “f***k, you feel so good,” I groaned. I f.ucked her hard and fast like I was desperate for her p*****., I made sure to moan loudly too, she liked me loud. “Adam! f***k! That feels so good!” She moaned, gripping the sheets tightly. “You like it, baby?” I panted. She nodded, “you’re the best s**x I’ve ever had.” I picked her up and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her hands against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, I f.ucked her against the wall until she was coming and screaming. I grunted and groaned acting as if I had come too, and then I carried her back to the bed and gently sat her on it. I always made sure she believed I had come, once I’d told her I hadn’t, and she cried thinking it was because I wasn’t attracted to her, I actually sort of liked her, she was nice, and so I came with her more times than I did with anyone else, but I also took a long time sometimes, I’d taught myself to last long so as not to upset the females by finishing too soon, and today I’d been caught off guard, otherwise I most likely would have c*m with her. Perhaps deep down she knew I didn’t because us male wolves came a lot, it was too obvious to miss. I cuddled her for a while, and finally, she let me go. This was the day of the life of Adam! s**x, s**x, more s**x. You’d think being a guy I’d enjoy it but, well, yes, I did sometimes but mostly it was irritating, especially when it wasn’t with someone I wanted to have s**x with, it wasn’t like I got a choice in the matter. I managed to escape the house with no more being grabbed at and made my way to work, yep, I had a real job too.