Omega On A Mission

By N.J. Lysk

A new and intense alpha/omega relationship + a move to a new city + a discovery that cannot be ignored = a daring romantic adventure!
Gabi loves his alpha, just like he'd always hoped, but just because he's an omega it doesn't mean he's got no ambitions. After moving to Liverpool for his mate's job, he tries the whole domestic partner thing, but it's not quite enough to keep him busy. With too much time on his hands and a nose for trouble, he soon finds himself in a situation he's not ready to handle. Or is he?
Has the omega wolf bitten more than he can chew? And will his alpha come to the rescue?
This story includes very explicit scenes between two male characters, as well as mentions of knotting and mpreg.

• Language: English
• Publisher: N.J. Lysk
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370916825

N.J. Lysk

N.J. Lysk spends the day in an office with the heavy burden of a wandering mind. Nights are spent more enjoyably as that mind is let to wander free and darker desires to take hold in the form of these steamy forbidden tales.

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Omega on a Mission

N.J. Lysk

OMEGA ON A MISSION

Copyright 2016 N.J. Lysk

All rights reserved.

[Adult Reading Material]

I just wanted a last kiss. One more and it’d be enough. Liam obliged, pressing me against the kitchen wall and taking my mouth with his. His tongue was hot and powerful, searing, invading. Just like I wanted it. Just like always, my body flamed up like it had infinite energy to burn. We had fucked in bed when I had woken him up for breakfast, and then again in the shower, his skin slick under my hands and my legs tight around his waist as he pounded into me like he wanted to fuse us together. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough; we were meant to be one, not two. Sex was how we made do with the sheer injustice of bodily separation.

I’m... late, Liam wheezed against my throat. He was dressed now, which meant he was creasing the impeccable suit I had set out for him to wear to work by pressing his full body against my bathrobe-covered one. His pupils were so dilated the blue irises I loved were almost invisible, and his cheeks were flushed bright red on his snow pale skin. He looked wrecked, and he was hard again. For me. The thought made it almost impossible to pull back, but we were adults, we had to.

I panted. Later? I asked, and had to close my eyes before I could make myself shove him back hard enough to make him stumble a couple steps. It was often the only way we could manage to tear ourselves apart, and Liam didn’t like pushing me, always a little afraid his bulk would overwhelm my lesser weight. It was sweet that he worried, even if I was strong enough to punch through a wall and he'd have had to seriously try to hurt me.

Right, Liam said, sounding a little farther still. Good, I thought, he had managed to step back. I opened my eyes. He still looked good enough to lick breakfast right off his skin. The blue jacket emphasized the firm musculature of his arms and torso and I could just see the peak of a nipple through his white dress shirt where the jacket was hanging off his left shoulder.

Breakfast, I remembered then. Which we hadn’t really eaten. Just give me a sec, I asked, and ran to the kitchen for a brown paper bag to stuff some food into. By the time I got back he had combed himself back into a respectable businessman. His dark hair shone and his blue eyes looked like flint, dangerous and sharp. He was breath-taking. And he was mine. My Alpha.

I knew I was grinning like a fool when I passed him the bag, but who cared? Liam frowned at it. I told you about the lunch, right? he asked me worriedly, as if I would forget to check his schedule online even if he hadn’t.

This is breakfast, I explained. I was pretty sure you’d choose sex over food.

Liam laughed, a full unrepressed peal of joy that seemed to set the air twinkling like bells and make the sun shine brighter all at once. It was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous. In Liverpool at six in the morning there was no sunlight and the birds were still asleep, just like I should be. But I just kept smiling, I could do nothing else when I was with him and he was happy. I was made to make him happy.

***

I had used separate pans for the eggs and the bacon so that took some scrubbing. And then I even sat down and had breakfast like a civilized person instead of eating while I worked. Then changing the sheets also took a while, but even so by the time ten thirty rolled around I was at loose ends. The house looked sparkling again and my only appointments for the day were to attend cooking lessons at the local college. In the afternoon.

I could have cooked myself a three course meal for lunch, sure, but it felt wasteful. I loved eating but even with my fast metabolism I didn’t enjoy eating to bursting at every meal. Sometimes a guy just wants a salad, you know? And it wasn’t just that. For me cooking was about love, about showing someone I cared for them in the most fundamental of ways, that their pure physical pleasure made me happy. It was a way of ensuring they were well fed and could flourish. It was also about getting that love recognized in the form of praise, even if I had burned something because my guest of honour had come home early and kissed me a little too enthusiastically against the fridge.

It’s the most fulfilling thing in the world, to welcome those you love with warm food and a beautiful table. A reminder that even when they weren’t there you were thinking of them.

Cooking big dinners for a lot of people was one of the things I missed most about my pack. And I missed a lot of things about my pack: the adults, and the teens and the children and the teasing and tickling. And the work. Back home there had always been something to do, cook, or wash, or take someone to some after school activity, and there had always been someone to do it with. Liam had his own pack, of course, my pack now, even if we had decided to do the modern shifter thing and not bond yet.

Bonding