The Orphaned Omega

Chapter 5

[Dorothea’s POV]

**Spice up ahead – proceed with caution!**

I was pleasantly surprised with how nice the evening was. The Ceremony itself didn’t seem to take too long, and it was pretty cool to see the Moon Goddess actively give us all a sign. It was the first time I’d really seen Her in action. I didn’t really care too much about seeing Ian become Alpha, so I was glad it wasn’t a long affair. The dinner we were served was basic – plain, grilled chicken and some potatoes. I could pick up the smell of steak and some fancier items wafting from tables in front of us, but I ate all of what we were given without complaint. In my shoes, I wasn’t about to turn my nose up to a free meal.

The champagne that we were served tingled on my tongue and felt fizzy as it slid down my throat, but I liked it. There was no short of the bubbles, and I found myself a few drinks in pretty quickly as I danced with Lorelai and Francesca. I felt completely free, whirling around and around to the beat of the music. It was suddenly like I had no care in the world – I could laugh and dance and enjoy myself. The music felt like it was beating a drum in my chest, and as long as the music kept going, my feet kept moving. It took me awhile to notice that Lori and Fran had left the dance floor, and I paused when I realized they were no longer with me. I looked around the dance floor and the gardens, craning my neck to try to find them.

A waiter came by with another tray of champagne and paused to offer it to me. I took it gladly, drinking half of the glass in one go to try to quench my thirst. By the time my lips left the glass, I had forgotten entirely about finding Fran and Lori. I just went back to dancing, tilting my head back to laugh. I couldn’t remember a time I had ever felt so…good. I didn’t want the night to end. Eventually, I did have to come back down to Earth. My stupid bladder protested and ruined my good time. I made to leave the mass of people and found myself stumbling as I tried to walk right in the heels. I hiccupped and giggled as I wobbled toward the packhouse. I grabbed hold of the wall as soon as I could and made a slow trek down the hall and toward the omega’s quarters to find a bathroom.

I turned the knob of the door that led down to the omega’s wing of the packhouse and as it clicked shut behind me, things got quiet. No one was down here – either still out at the party, or too good for this part of the house. I nearly tripped in my heels, and I hissed, stopping to angrily pull the strappy things off. My head spun and my world dipped in and out funny, making me feel completely unstable. My hand flashed out to grab the wall again for support and I leaned down to try to grab my shoes off the ground. I hurried along better without my shoes on and made my way into the bathroom.

As I sat down on the toilet, I realized how very drunk I really was. My whole world felt like it was made up of swirls. I giggled to myself, delighted. It felt funny, but somehow, I couldn’t make myself feel upset about it. I finished my business and washed my hands, heading back down the hall. I heard the door at the end click open and closed, and heavy footsteps sounded.

“There you are, little one,” a husky voice said. The voice sent a weird thrill down my spine and heat pooled in my core.

My head snapped up to find Alpha Ian stalking toward me slowly like a predator cornering his prey. I glanced over my shoulder, wondering if someone else was here. I found no one else in the hallway. “M-me?” I blurted.

Ian’s perfect lips pulled up in a smirk, and I felt my already wobbly knees go weak. “Yes, you,” he purred. “You’re the one with the intoxicating scent.” He breathed in deeply, eyes closing as if to savor the smell. “Lavender and vanilla. Mmm.”

“Alpha, I don’t know—” I tried to say, but he cut me off with a quick ‘Shhh’. He shook his head, and as he got closer, I realized his eyes were dark. So dark, they were nearly black. It wasn’t Ian coming toward me, it was his Lycan. I felt myself backing up as he came closer, but before long I was up against a wall. I swallowed hard, looking away from him. I didn’t know what he wanted, but maybe if I submitted, he would just get it over with.

“Don’t turn those pretty eyes away from me,” Ian growled. He was close to me now – too close. He rested a hand against the wall near my head and leaned in closely. I felt caged in, and I turned my head to show him my neck in submission. He took that chance to lean in even closer, taking a long inhale near my neck. His nose trailed along the sensitive skin of my neck. “You smell so sweet, little mate.”

Mate?! Did he just say mate?! Every other thought in my brain eddied out and it was like my brain was taking time to restart. I flinched when he reached out and his fingers ran through a lock of my hair but when he trailed his fingers across my cheek and down my neck, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine and I leaned instinctively into his hand. I flicked my eyes up to meet his, and when his eyes met mine, something inside of me seemed to snap into place.

“Mate,” I whispered, knowing he was right. Part of me wanted to run away. I couldn’t believe Ian Weller was my mate. What kind of cruel trick was this?! But the overwhelming part wanted to curl into him and give in to the bond. Unfortunately for me, the combination of his cinnamon and apple scent and the feel of his breath fanning my face was too much to fight. I could feel myself giving in. I tried to pull back, tried to remind myself that Ian Weller was both way out of my league and he, almost for certain, would reject me. My chances of getting out of this pack had just dwindled to zero.

His smirk turned into a dazzling, perfect smile. “That’s right,” he said. “Mine. All mine.”

I nodded my head, my body betraying me. When I spoke, it felt like someone else was saying the words. I felt like I was just a passenger in my own body suddenly, present but unable to perform any actions myself. “All yours.”

Ian leaned in close to me again and kissed my cheek, which sent an explosion of tingles and sparks across my skin. I shivered again and my body wiggled closer to his. His hand reached out to capture my waist and he tilted my chin up with the other. Our eyes met again just before he crashed his lips onto mine. I answered his kiss easily and any thought I had against this vanished. His lips consumed me – all I could seem to remember was Ian. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I parted my lips to allow it. His tongue wrestled mine, and his hand tangled into my hair as he pushed himself in closer to me. I could feel a hard bulge forming in his pants, pressing into my stomach. My hand reached out and gripped his shirt, pulling him even closer.

He growled into the kiss – a growl of pleasure and excitement. He pulled away to pepper kisses down my neck, his tongue swirling over my collarbone. His voice came out husky and low when he spoke, the words rumbling in his chest. “I wonder if you taste even better than you smell.”

The words sent a delicious tremor down my spine, and I felt a wetness begin between my thighs. I panted from the kiss, and the feel of his hand trailing along my side and over the skin just below the hem of my dress was driving me crazy. I’d never been kissed before, never been touched like this before. My body responded to every little thing he did and craved more. Suddenly, Ian moved to his knees before me, and his lips trailed up the inside of my leg. I gasped at the sensation, and I heard him let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay, little mate,” he said, hands trailing up the backs of my legs and up under my dress. My mind short-circuited, and I was dizzy both from the champagne I’d had earlier and from his touch. “Just relax.”

I nodded at his words, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. His hands trailed up over my a*s and gave it a little squeeze. I couldn’t help the giggle that came out of my mouth. I looked down at him to find him grinning up at me, seeming to be watching my reactions. His fingers gripped the edges of my underwear and pulled it down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. My heartbeat picked up in my chest, hammering loudly, and my breathing quickened. But I didn’t make a move to stop him. Something in me wanted him to keep going.

Ian’s lips trailed further up my inner thigh, occasionally shifting between each one. His hands pushed the hem of my dress up to my waist, exposing my core to him fully. I had a distant thought that maybe I should feel shy, or ashamed, but I didn’t. In fact, I shifted slightly so my legs were further apart, giving him more room.

That raspy chuckle came out of him again. “Eager, I see,” he purred. His lips were dangerously close to the apex of my thighs and my breath hitched. He blew his warm breath against me and that alone nearly undid me. If he hadn’t been holding the backs of my thighs, my knees may have buckled. He grinned again, his tongue moving to lick a slow, tantalizing line up my folds.

I moaned, my head tilting back against the wall and my eyes closed. He must have taken this as permission enough, because suddenly his lips were covering my core and his tongue was devouring me. He moved one of my legs to rest over his shoulder to give himself better access. His tongue swirled over my c**t and my hips bucked up toward him. He did it again and again and I moaned, lost to the feeling. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. He slipped a finger into my center and began to move it in and out of me slowly. I ground my hips against him, desperate for more friction. Desperate for more of him. He obliged more than happily, quickly adding a second finger inside of me. He pumped them in and out, his pace getting quicker and harder. My hand found purchase in his hair, and I pressed his face closer to me, needing more, more, more. Ian didn’t disappoint. He didn’t slow his onslaught, and his tongue flicked against me vigorously. Before long, I felt a heat build in my core and I was sent over the edge into ecstasy. I groaned loudly, my body going lax as I came down from the o****m. Ian didn’t stop. He kept finger-f*****g me for a few minutes longer until I was shaking and trembling from the pleasure. He drew his fingers out of me slowly, tongue lapping up my juices.

He pulled back to look up at me, and when I opened my eyes, I could see his chin was glistening with the aftermath of my o****m. It sent another wave of arousal rushing through me. “You do taste even better,” he murmured, slowly rising to his feet.

His arm looped around me, pressing me into him as he planted another passionate kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on him, and it made me desperate for him all over again. He bent to be able to scoop me up into his arms and I easily wrapped my legs around his waist. “Come, little mate,” he whispered against my ear. Goosebumps erupted on my skin at the feel of his breath tickling the shell of my ear. “I’m going to devour you all over again in my room.”

He walked down the hall with me in his arms, and I took the opportunity to kiss along his neck and jaw. He moaned softly at the feel, and he took us quickly up to his floor and into his bedroom. He settled me on the edge of the bed and lifted the dress up over my head. I reached out to undo the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He unclasped my b*a and tweaked a hard n****e between his fingers. I gasped at the twinge of pain and pleasure that coursed through me. He shifted me backward on the bed, kicking his pants and boxers off before climbing over me.

I looked down between his legs to see his c**k spring free of his underwear. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. He was huge. I didn’t have much time to worry about it before he claimed my breast in his mouth and sucked on my n****e, his hand palming my other. I moaned, leaning back against the soft pillows. He switched breasts a moment later and I lifted my hips up to grind against him. I could feel his length slide against my skin, and I shivered in anticipation. He drew back to be able to kiss me, and I felt him position himself at my entrance. He teased my folds with the tip of his c**k, and I ground up against him again, begging for more than that. He parted my legs with his knees and then slowly began to press his c**k into my core.

I sucked in a breath that quickly turned to a moan as he sheathed himself entirely within me. His c**k stretched my walls in the most delectable way, and I arched my back in pleasure. “Ian,” I moaned. “Ian, you feel so good.”

“So do you, my mate,” he groaned, his pace starting off slow to allow me to adjust to the feel of him. It didn’t take long for me to be silently begging for more. Ian seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and he picked up his pace. He captured my hands with one of his, pinning them above my head. He thrust in and out of me quickly, and I moaned against his lips as he kissed me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he kept going, my mind empty of anything but the pleasure he was giving me. He took hold of my legs and shifted them up, resting my calves against his shoulders. The move got his c**k deeper inside of me, hitting a spot that made me into a moaning mess. He groaned, thrusting harder and faster into me. I felt myself explode again, stars erupting behind my eyelids from the force of the o****m.

“f**k, that’s it baby,” he rasped. “c*m for me.”

I did again, trembling against him as he kept pumping into me. He moaned again, and I felt him slow slightly as he came too, spurting his seed inside of me. He moved in and out of me a few more times slowly, humming softly like he was savoring the feeling. I panted beneath him, pawing hair out of my face, and trying desperately to catch my breath. He pulled himself out of me and shifted to lay beside me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist. Ian pulled me flush against him, so my back leaned against his chest. I felt him bury his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. We lay there in silence for a while, my head spinning. I couldn’t believe that had just happened…

After quite some time, I felt Ian’s breathing slow and soft snores started as he fell asleep. My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt myself drift off to sleep too, comforted by the feel of his arm around me and his scent swirling all around me.