Changeling Series Spotlight: Willa Okati Omega Wolves w/Excerpt from Lost and Found
Lost and Found (Omega Wolves 1)
Willa Okati
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Copyright ©2015 Willa Okati
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Not far ahead now. Almost there. Keep going.
Another burst of energy brought Matthias to the edge of a clearing, and when the winds broke momentarily he saw the blessed yellow halo of lights shining through windows of heavy, opaque glass. He shook more snow off his coat and loped toward the steps of the small cabin — only to scrabble to a hasty stop when the Omega wolf he’d been warned of burst through the cabin’s door with his teeth bared in a mighty bark.
Matthias deflected the attack and feinted a bite at the Omega’s neck. Shelter-claim. No fight.
Fight! No shelter, the Omega insisted. You go.
He got in a lucky nip at Matthias’s shoulder and bolted for it when Matthias let go in his surprise. Scrambling on the longest legs Matthias had ever seen on a wolf, it had almost reached the door of the cabin by the time Matthias caught up. One mad leap brought him on top of the wolf, and their momentum carried them indoors.
The Omega turned, snarling.
Enough! Matthias reached deep inside himself for the ability to change his shape, shook off his wolf form, and rose to stand on two feet. He kicked the door shut and secured the latch. The wolf’s scent surrounded him inside, dizzying him briefly.
“I’ll bite you again if I have to, and I promise you won’t like it one bit.” The warmth of the cabin threatened to overcome Matthias. He planted his feet firmly on the split log floor and raised his chin. “Stand up! Who are you?”
The Omega wolf stopped mid-lunge, staring at him. Though they balked, no Omega could resist an Alpha’s command, and when he spoke they had no choice but to cast aside their animal form and stand in man shape. The Omega’s legs were even longer as a human, his body slim, and his face heartbreakingly lovely. His wide blue-gray eyes focused on Matthias in startled shock. “You.”
Matthias’s lips parted in equal surprise. This wasn’t just any wolf, but the man Matthias had loved once and had to leave behind. The Omega he’d come back to the Wasp Lake Pack to find and claim for his own.
“Bree,” Matthias said, his heart leaping. “Bree.”
* * *
Am I dreaming? Bree backed away from Matthias, though there wasn’t far to go inside the cabin. It’d been his father’s, used as a way station during hunting trips, and was little more than a box with storage cupboards built into the walls. A handful of steps brought his shoulders to the far wall, which made his skin prickle with cold from the chill leaching through the logs.
The Alpha wolf — Matthias — stared at him with his lips parted and his eyes huge. “Bree.”
Bree shook his head stubbornly and said nothing. He had to be dreaming. Matthias had left him years ago without a word, not one word. Bree had given up hoping Matthias would come back after the first winter gave way to spring. Even if his subconscious betrayed him every now and then, Bree knew better than to think miracles really happened.
Matthias shook his head as if in wonder. “Look at you. You haven’t changed at all.”
“Right,” Bree scoffed at that because yes, he had. He’d been the son of the former Packmaster when Matthias left, and sibling to the Packmaster’s Alpha heir. They’d wanted for nothing, not even in the cruelest weeks of winter. He’d been padded with supple flesh, and clothed in the finest and warmest that money could buy.
That had been before the old Packmaster went hunting bear and didn’t come back. Before a challenge for leadership of the pack sent Bree’s sibling away with his tail between his legs. The Pack had let Bree stay on the outskirts, but only because he was Omega.
And they’d never let him forget that.
Matthias hadn’t heard, or had chosen to ignore, Bree’s reply. He walked forward as steady and sure on two legs as he would be on four paws, his gaze fixed eagerly — hungrily — on Bree’s face. Oh, he’d changed. No longer a skinny stripling adolescent, he’d grown into a real man, thick with muscle and tough with sinew. His face had matured, the strong bones finding their shape. The eyebrows were still the same, one permanently bent in an arch.
The sight of him kindled a fire in Bree. His body didn’t care that this wolf had walked away from him before. It wanted Matthias now.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you. Bree, my pretty Bree,” Matthias murmured as he came closer, steady and sure and just how Bree remembered him. “Did you miss me?”
He wasn’t dreaming. But how —
It didn’t matter. Matthias had left him. Bree shook his head so hard that his long red hair whipped against his cheeks. “Go away.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Matthias was so close now that the Alpha scent of him flooded Bree’s senses. Naked as he was — as they both were, after changing shape — there wasn’t any hiding how his body had reacted to Bree. When he closed the last bit of distance between them, his cock pressed thick and hard against Bree’s belly.
Bree moaned. He couldn’t help it. He’d forgotten how good it felt, to have a man desire him so plainly. It’d been months — no, years — since he’d let any man or Alpha near him. Packs always needed more breeders, and Omegas were too precious to cast out, but Bree had sworn he’d be damned before he’d spread his legs for any wolf at Wasp Lake.
So far, he’d been lucky. He’d always managed to hide when he felt his heat cycle coming on, and rode it out by himself. Why the new Packmaster allowed it, Bree didn’t know. Maybe he thought time would wear his resistance down.
Maybe he was only giving Bree enough rope to hang himself with.
And now this. Matthias.
Matthias’s warm hands rested on Bree’s ass. When had that happened? Bree moaned again, shaking with the effort it took not to grind forward. His body wanted this. It’d gone soft and open, eager for Matthias’s cock, the lubrication an Omega’s body produced to ease the way already trickling down the soft skin of his inner thighs.
“You smell…” Matthias nuzzled the juncture of Bree’s neck and scraped it lightly with the edges of his teeth. His hands tightened on Bree’s ass, kneading the taut muscles there. When he rolled his hips, the delicious friction drew groans from both of them, a noise that Bree sharpened to a cry as Matthias slipped two fingers inside him. “Wet.”
Bree struggled against himself, panting in sharp short bursts. “No. You left.”
“I’m here now.” Matthias spread his fingers. Pressure and heat and lust made Bree want to sob with the hunger they roused for more, more. “And you’re still mine.”
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July 22, 2017 @ 5:56 pm
Love those covers – looks like a sexy series.