His Dominant Omega by Jarrett, J. (best books for 20 year olds .TXT) 📗

Aiden hiccupped, and Josef looked to see tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Devon. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Baby.” Devon pulled Aiden close and hugged him to his chest. “No one blames you. In fact your father, Brandon, and even Caleb helped us out majorly. We were outnumbered, and things weren’t going in our favor. You did good, baby.”

Josef had been so wrapped up in trying to kill Drake he wasn’t aware of the danger all around them. His friends fought and fought, but Drake had numbers on his side, and those wolves fought dirty. Devon told him afterward that if it hadn’t been for Phillip’s help Skyler and Shane would have died.

He sat for a bit longer and talked to his friends and tried to make the arrangements they could for Cole and his brothers. Devon also tried to call Jensen, but it went straight to voice mail. Josef had to guess the poor man had enough shocks for one night and needed some space.

Josef went up to his room. He turned the knob softly and stepped inside. Darkness surrounded him with only a small amount of light spilling down from the moon and stars in the sky. A dark figure stood blocking the view out the window and Josef wasn’t surprised to see that Cole had woken up.

“Cole.” Josef slowly made his way toward his mate. Cole turned to look at him. His face looked indifferent, but his body tensed and posed to attack.

Before he could say anything else, Cole pounced, tackling him to the bed. Josef didn’t fight his mate. The faraway, lost look in his eyes told Josef his mate didn’t know what he was doing. The stress of the night had taken its toll, and his mate needed to release his anger.

Cole used his claws to shred Josef’s shorts from his body then shoved his thighs apart and moved in between them. His thick cockhead probed for entrance at Josef’s back door. Cole grabbed Josef by his wrists and pinned them to the sides of his head. Josef gasped out loud when Cole dropped forward, planting a demanding kiss on his lips. It was all teeth and tongue. A faint trace of blood trickled across Josef’s tongue, but he didn’t pull back. Cole needed this.

The hard length between his cheeks became more persistent. Josef cried out when Cole thrust forward, and the crown broke through his resistant muscles. It was dry, and the stretch brought tears to his eyes, but he didn’t say a word. Cole needed to let loose, and Josef preferred his mate did it on him than someone else. Josef could take anything his mate could give him.

Even through the pain, Josef’s cock thickened and rubbed along Cole’s washboard abs with every inward movement. Cole’s hips picked up the pace and slammed into him. His cock leaked clear juices, smearing between his and Cole’s bodies. He was close. His balls tingled, and a swirling pressure shot up from his balls and out his dick. The orgasm raked through his body, having him screaming out his release.

Cole struck hard and fast, sinking his teeth into Josef’s shoulder, taking his blood while his cock took his ass. Josef was at Cole’s mercy and turned over all his control to his mate. Cole pushed forward two more times, then hot, wet heat bathed his insides, and Cole stilled over him.

Time seemed to stop as his mate held on to him. Tears damped Josef’s neck and sobs started to shake his mate’s body. Josef held Cole tight and cooed soft words to him. Cole needed to let go of his hurt and pain. The feeling of loss would never go away, but Cole needed to start the healing process.

“It’s okay, Cole.” Josef combed his fingers through Cole’s short blond hair. “Just let it all out.”

He could feel Cole opening and closing his mouth against his skin. “I just can’t believe he’s gone.”

Josef continued to caress his hands up and down Cole’s back. He had no words of advice for his mate. Life wasn’t easy, and people died, and there was nothing that he could possibly say that would ease that brand of pain.

Cole shifted, and his softened cock slipped out of Josef’s stretched hole. He cringed. His ass ached with sensitivity.

“Oh, Josef.” Cole sat up and looked down at his mate, his fingers touching his most intimate location. “I’m sorry. You must be so sore.”

Josef pushed his fingers away and yanked on Cole’s hand to come lay back next to him. “I’m fine.” He kissed Cole gently on the lips, just a brushing of skin. “All I care about it how you are feeling.”

“It aches right here.” Cole rubbed a hand against his chest right above his heart. A small smile tugged up at the corners of his upper lip. “I can’t believe it took him dying to finally admit how much he loved us, stubborn bastard. He always had to do things the hard way.”

Josef kissed Cole on the top of his head and held him close. “But at least you know how he felt.”

Cole sat up. “True. In this fucked-up situation, it feels really good to know that. I never wanted my father to die, but it helps knowing how much he loved us.”

“I’m sure it does. But I really think he felt it the entire time but was too blinded by his fear and hatred to admit it. It doesn’t matter the reason just as long as you know.”

“I agree.” Cole tucked his head into Josef’s neck. “And I’m glad I got to tell him how much I loved him,” he whispered.

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