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  Salvus

  The Omega’s Alpha #1

  R. Phoenix

  Contents

  1. Van

  2. Omar

  3. Van

  4. Omar

  5. Van

  6. Van

  7. Omar

  8. Van

  9. Van

  10. Omar

  11. Van

  12. Van

  13. Omar

  14. Van

  15. Van

  16. Omar

  17. Van

  18. Van

  19. Van

  20. Omar

  21. Van

  22. Omar

  About R. Phoenix

  Books by R. Phoenix

  Copyright July 2019 by R. Phoenix

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book is meant for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language which may be considered offensive. All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen (18) years of age or older.

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  1

  Van

  Van had waited too long.

  He’d waited too long, and now the heat was driving him to madness. He could barely keep track of his own thoughts, could barely even make sense of them, let alone figure out what to do. It overwhelmed him, and he hated himself for letting it get to that point.

  By the time he’d finally decided to act, he was already far into heat. It had nipped at his heels earlier, but now, it felt like it was relentlessly herding him on as he struggled to get to the only thing he could think about: cock.

  He desperately tried to hold the need to be fucked at bay. With shaking hands, he navigated through the contacts in his phone, pulling up the name of the only person who could help him… the only person he would grudgingly allow to help.

  “Heat.”

  Unable to string together more words, Van sent the text message, plain and blunt — just like Omar’s cock.

  He hated this. He hated the heat, he hated himself, he hated his life as an omega, and he fucking hated Omar the most.

  The good thing about Omar, besides his cock, was that the alpha hated him right back. It kept things simple.

  Well… Mostly. There was still the mate bond.

  Van didn’t want to think about it, not when he was about five seconds away from the heat overtaking him. He tried to focus on breathing, to keep his mind off of Omar as long as possible. To think of him only in terms of body parts that he needed and not of bonds and emotions that he didn’t want, or need. It was a challenge in and on itself with heat so very fucking imminent that he needed cock right the fuck—

  His phone buzzed, still in his hand where he tightly clutched it.

  “I’ll pick you up in five minutes.”

  The text from Omar sent another shiver through him. Pick him up. Like they were a thing. Like Omar had a right to.

  Moreover, Van didn’t want to have to wait five minutes either, or two, or even one. He needed his hole to be filled then and there, and he didn’t fucking care—

  He had to get out of his apartment. The walls were closing in around him, and he had to get fresh air. He had to wait outside and hope like hell Omar would be there soon.

  He stumbled outside and held a hot breath as he began to text back, only to walk almost straight into one of the other alphas in their town.

  Fuck. Jacob immediately grabbed a hold of Van, steadying him as if he were a fucking child. Van hated the smirk on the man’s lips as he undoubtedly caught the scent of his heat.

  “Get your hands off me,” Van choked out, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. His nostrils flared as he smelled the alpha, and his body reacted disproportionately eagerly.

  Fuck. Was he so lost already that he couldn’t even think straight?

  His every instinct screamed at him to fuck Jacob, right then and there in the open. He’d had plenty of practice ignoring those instincts, not even wanting to risk an alpha claiming him, but this…

  He shouldn’t have waited so damn long. Or he should’ve just fucking waited for Omar to come to him. Clearly the alpha had meant for him to! He was a moron for walking in this condition. He clearly wasn’t thinking right…

  “You don’t really want that,” Jacob drawled, fingers tightening on his arms possessively before he jerked Van closer to his body.

  The twinge of pain drew a needy gasp from Van, and now pulled flush against Jacob, he felt powerless — powerless, and hot.

  “You smell like you want me to fuck you senseless.”

  Van whimpered as the scent of alpha washed over him, and he didn’t move when Jacob’s hands slid to his back, then down to his ass. He did want to be fucked senseless. Or his fucking omega body did, anyway.

  His hips jerked, helplessly pumping as his cock pulsed. His senses demanded relief, but his mind screamed at him to get away.

  If he hated Omar, he fucking loathed Jacob with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

  He hated all the alphas, but Jacob was a special kind of asshole. He’d been an asshole all through middle and high school, always pawing after every omega he could get his hands on. Van was sure he had notches on his bedpost.

  He’d spent a good while sniffing around Van, more so lately, hinting that he’d like to claim him. Even then, in the middle of the street, he could feel the alpha’s hot breath against his neck, the quiet threat of being claimed against his will hanging over them, while Van’s body was begging for it.

  The last thing Van rationally wanted was for an alpha to claim him at all, let alone one like Jacob.

  He knew where he’d end up: flat on his back or barefoot in the kitchen. Jacob would force him into the role of good little breeder while still screwing his way around town himself.

  Van didn’t want to be just another breeder, which was why he had a trustworthy alpha on speed dial.

  Trustworthy. Omar. Right.

  Van laughed bitterly, an ugly sound that bubbled up from deep within him. It earned him a chuckle from Jacob, who seemed more convinced now that he was going to score.

  He might not be wrong. Every sense urged Van to get down on the ground, to yank down his pants and bare his ass — or better yet, to let Jacob just rip his clothes off his virile body and have his way with him then and there. It didn’t matter that anyone could come across them at any moment.

  It wasn’t like it was the first time anyone had seen an idiot omega lost in heat debase himself… Van hated himself for wanting it so bad.

  Still, his pride had him choking back a sob of loathing and anger — anger he held on to like it was a fucking life raft in the onslaught of his heat. He wriggled back, pretending the friction against his cock wasn’t welcome even though it was.

  It really was.

  Car tires crunched over the gravel nearby, and dread swept over him as Van could see his worst nightmare coming true — fucked on the sidewalk by Jacob with onlookers.

  The car came to a stop, the door opening, and the scent of another alpha made Van cower in Jacob’s tight grip.

  “Fuck,” Van breathed, starting to struggle in earnest. He couldn’t
risk being the focus of two alphas. He was already so close to just baring his ass and taking everything they had to offer, even if it was two of them… Especially if it was two of them…

  “Let go of my omega.” The words were little more than a snarl with the rage that emanated from Omar.

  Omar. Fucking Omar!

  Van didn’t want to be relieved, but he was, despite the fact that his hips still ground against Jacob’s touch.

  “Your omega?” Jacob sneered, jerking Van around as he turned to face the other alpha. He laughed. “This bitch doesn’t belong to anyone.”

  No one knew Van and Omar were mates. No one could know. If they did, the two of them would be forced together in the blink of an eye, and Van really would be just another breeder.

  Right then, though, it would’ve been useful if people knew.

  “Van’s nice and happy to stay here,” Jacob said, wrapping a possessive arm around Van, keeping him close… in more ways than one.

  Van could hear the smirk in his voice, and those lips ghosted along his neck. It was only then that he realized the alpha’s hand had found his crotch — and worse still, that his hips were moving to press into the man’s hand. He forced himself to freeze in place, whimpering with the effort it took.

  “Let go of me,” Van whispered urgently.

  “You can have him when I’m finished,” Jacob said, gripping Van’s cock through his pants.

  Fuck, but he wanted to agree to being passed around just so he could feel the heat of that hand directly on his skin, to get jerked off and fucked within an inch of his life. It felt like the slick was just pouring from his ass, soaking his clothes, and he wanted to be free of the maddening pleasure-pain of it all. Maybe Jacob wouldn’t be so bad…

  “I want Omar,” Van panted out with his last reserves of will-power.

  Not that it mattered what he wanted. Both alphas ignored him, treating him like an object to be fought over instead of a person with very real — very fucking real — needs and wants.

  Jacob stilled against the back of him. “C’mon, Van. You don’t mean that…” he practically pleaded. He rubbed Van’s cock again, leaning down and nipping his neck.

  It was fucking cheating.

  Every primal urge within him screamed at him to surrender, to bare his throat, to be marked, to be mates…!

  Mates. With Jacob.

  The thought chilled him through, sending desperation through him in place of the arousal. He didn’t dare speak. He didn’t trust himself with words, but he met Omar’s eyes, pleading with him through the haze of wanton lust.

  The alpha’s jaw set in the familiar stubborn cast, and he stepped forward.

  “I’ll only say this one more time. Let him the fuck go, Jacob,” he snapped. “I was bringing him home for my fucking booty call. You’re getting in the way of what’s mine.”

  Booty call.

  Van’s lips curled into a snarl, but there wasn’t much he could do if he wanted Omar to prevail. If he started arguing, he’d end up in Jacob’s bed. But fuck, that was what they thought of him, of omegas in general. He was just a piece of ass, something to own… and his heat was nothing more than a convenient and easy booty call.

  He hated alphas.

  Jacob scoffed. “Oh, please. He was wandering the streets looking for cock.” But the words had at least gotten his attention. His grip loosened on Van.

  “He wants me. If you fuck him, it’ll be rape,” Omar pointed out.

  “Like anyone cares what an omega wants,” Jacob snapped. “You can’t rape an omega in heat.”

  Even through the heat, the words were like a splash of ice water in his face. “Let me the fuck go!” he snarled, slamming an elbow back. The embrace Jacob had him enveloped in was too effective, and he didn’t make a dent in anything but his own pride. His own pride and maybe a chip off of Jacob’s ego, because the alpha scoffed behind him.

  “If you want him that bad, then fucking fine.” Jacob shoved Van forward, sending him right into Omar’s arms.

  The arousal peaked as the fresh scent of a new alpha hit his nostrils. This was a good alpha, and he let himself get lost in it. His instincts soothed in the safety of his alpha.

  His mate.

  He didn’t have the strength to fight those thoughts.

  Omar’s arms went around him, pulling him closer.

  Van’s lips brushed his throat, sending a shiver down Omar’s body, and his head tilted involuntarily.

  “C’mon, babe. Let’s get you home,” Omar murmured against his neck — which was disconcertingly disappointing.

  Van didn’t have it in him to resist or speak, or anything other than clench his hands in the fabric of Omar’s shirt until his knuckles were white.

  He let the alpha guide him to the passenger’s side of the car, though, and slipped inside. To his own credit, he only needed a second or two to convince himself to let go of Omar now that he had him.

  He was too far gone to care that he was leaving a wet spot on the seat. Omar could clean that up later, after they’d fucked and the pressure of the heat had relinquished its grasp on him.

  The mere thought of fucking had him squirming in the seat. He felt Omar’s gaze upon him, and he was glad they were so close to the alpha’s house. He didn’t think he could last much longer. He would climb into the man’s lap and tear his clothes off, traffic safety be damned. If they crashed and died, it would solve a whole host of problems too…

  Dark and desperate thoughts swirled in his mind, and his hand crept to Omar’s leg, grabbing it in a tight grip.

  “Almost there, babe,” Omar said.

  Van hated the pet name, yet he groaned. He bit his own lip, his fingers tightening on Omar’s leg until the alpha’s hand covered his own. It was skin on skin contact, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

  He wasn’t sure how badly Omar had violated the speed limit, nor did he recall anything that had happened outside of the car until it stopped in the driveway of Omar’s house.

  He threw himself at Omar the second the alpha killed the engine, climbing over the middle console of the car. He lost himself in the scent of alpha and mate, not caring about Omar’s protests. He kissed whatever words the alpha might’ve spoken away with heated longing, winding his arms around Omar’s neck. He wasn’t about to let him the fuck go. Not until he had that cock up his ass.

  “Wait, wait—” Omar said, the words muffled by hot kisses and Van’s needy moans.

  He was fucking lost, lost and hopeless. The car’s horn sounded as Van’s ass hit the steering wheel, and it briefly snapped him out of his haze, long enough at least for Omar to get the seatbelt undone and open the door.

  Van wasn’t exactly a lightweight, but with the way Omar maneuvered him to get them both out of the car, Van might as well have been a ragdoll. He hated the way his body reacted to it, the way the heat in his loins and belly blazed a little harder when his back hit the car door.

  Van moaned, tightening his arms around Omar’s neck, grinding up and into that strong, hard body.

  Omar’s hand finally slid down Van’s back and down to his ass. He grasped the cheeks, pulling him closer and grinding against him. Van’s eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a louder moan.

  It was so fucking good.

  “Inside,” Omar commanded, breathless and starting to lose himself too. Unsurprising, considering Van hadn’t stopped touching him since Jacob had let him go. Fuck, but he needed Omar bad. He knew he could look forward to great rough sex and gentle care between waves of the heat.

  In moments of pure bliss like this, Van sometimes wondered what it might feel like to belong to Omar, to be his mate and always have this — and that scared the shit out of him. He didn’t want to be mated. Definitely not to Omar, and to prove it, he pressed another needy kiss to the man’s lips.

  He didn’t have much by way of control, and the last thing he wanted to do was blather on about Omar biting him until the claim was sealed. He needed to keep his mouth too busy to talk.


  Van was too far gone to really care if they fucked outside or not, though he knew he’d never forgive himself if they did. The specter of privacy that had hung over them in the car was gone, but in that moment, that didn’t feel so bad either.

  Everything was a disaster, but the heat burned away any of his modesty — and his pride.

  Holding him up like he was nothing, Omar carried him to the front door. Van felt the press of the door against his back, and he knew he was only a few heartbeats away from getting Omar inside of him.

  Omar managed to unlock the door between kissing and groping. He didn’t even bother to close the door before he fully reciprocated Van’s need. Omar kissed him hard, as he always did, and shoved him against the nearest wall hard enough to rattle the furniture standing against it.

  “Yes,” Van breathed out. “C’mon.” He tore at Omar’s shirt, needing the feeling of skin under his hands, something real to grab at.

  In the safety of Omar’s home, Van could finally give himself over to it without constantly fighting the urges. He was safe there until he could think clearly again about what he’d done. But for now…

  He let Omar slam the door closed and shove him onto the nearest hard surface — a table? Who the fuck cared? He spread his legs as Omar yanked at the button of his pants and shoved them down around his ankles, and slick ran down the insides of his thighs.

  Omar kicked his shoes off and deftly unfastened his own pants.

  Van squirmed all the way out of his jeans just as Omar discarded his own pants… and he could see the hard cock he dreamed about when his thoughts turned dirty. That was something he would never tell Omar.