My Mate Is An Omega
Chapter 10

Caitlyn POV

After breakfast, the two strays had their jobs to take care of. Jasper apparently worked in the kitchen, but not as a cook - he was a butcher. He was responsible for the whole process, from exsanguination, to skinning, to chopping the meat into smaller pieces to be used in the meals. I already knew my mate was a lumberjack, and he was especially busy during winter, since the pack used a lot of firewood to keep their houses warm. Luke didn't have an actual job, but he was busy training with his father to become the next Beta, which left only me and Sasha. The Gamma's daughter made sure to keep me entertained throughout the whole day. We spent some time in the common area of the pack house, mainly watching movies and chatting. She also took me to the library so I could borrow a few books. I discovered my passion for reading when I was still in primary school, but my old pack's library didn't have half the amount of books. Since Dario himself went to university, he highly encouraged his followers to educate themselves - which is why Diamond Tempest had a much bigger number of Kappas than Omegas.

I only returned home by nightfall. In my few minutes alone, I decided to call Megan to update her on everything that happened in the past 24 hours. It was nice knowing distance wouldn't keep us apart, but we were already making plans to visit each other as soon as possible. Not long after I hung up, Lance finally arrived, and I was excited to greet him. We told each other about our days over homemade dinner, cuddled on the couch for a while, then went to bed. Again, we didn't do anything other than make out a little, but I was slowly getting used to the idea of having him. All of him.

The next morning, my mate didn't rush out of our small room to go to training. It was Sunday, which meant I could have him all to myself. He insisted on cooking me breakfast, so I took a few minutes to explore my new house. Despite its size, I hadn't had time to properly check every corner; I wanted to get used to everything here. As I was taking a look around, I stumbled upon a few small wooden statues decorating one of the shelves in the bedroom. Curious, I grabbed one in the shape of a cute hummingbird to analyze it more closely. It was so perfectly carved, it didn't even seem to have been made by human hands. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed those before, but I guess it made sense. After all, I hadn't spent much time here in broad daylight. "Breakfast's ready, beautiful!" I heard Lance call from the kitchen.

All I had to do was poke my head through the door to see him. "What are these?" I asked, showing him the wooden piece.

"Oh, you've found them," he chuckled, turning off the oven to approach me. "I'm a wood carver in my free time. The one you have there is my latest work." He put his hands over mine as I carefully held the hummingbird. "Do you like it?" "It's so beautiful. How did you do it?"

"I'll be happy to show you later, but right now, our food is getting cold." He pulled me closer by the waist, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. Then, he placed the tiny statue in a nearby dresser and took my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. "Shall we?" My heart was beating so fast due to his proximity that all I could do was nod. Lance led me to the small kitchen table, taking a seat in front of me. The second I sat down, the smell of scrambled eggs and honey-covered french toast invaded my nose, immediately spiking up my appetite. I must admit I already missed my mom's food, but Lance did a wonderful job in the kitchen too. Though his dishes were simple, he knew how to prepare them well.

"Is the food to your taste, m'lady?" he asked playfully.

"I'm surprised actually." I looked him in the eye, dead serious. "For a stray, you do have quite a vast set of skills." I teased, unable to hold back my frisky smile.

"Ouch. It hurts my feelings to know my mate thinks so low of me." He put his hand over his heart dramatically. "But I'm glad I exceeded your expectations. For an Omega, you do have quite a refined taste."

For a few seconds, we both just stared at each other before we burst out laughing. Lance made me feel so... whole. In my previous pack, I had a supportive Alpha, good friends, and a wonderful mother. Despite being at the bottom of the hierarchy, I had been raised with love and dignity. Still, I had never felt as complete as I did now. With Lance, it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter. In this tiny home in the middle of a big forest, there was only us. And somehow, it made me feel important. As if, for once, I was more than just an Omega.

Once we were done eating, my mate decided to take me on a proper tour to show me the "secret spots" Sasha had purposefully left out the day before. He started by taking me to the small recreation area near the borders, where they had the public hot spring and the skating rink, as well as a fruit garden with thousands of berries that could be harvested by any of the pack members. We grabbed a basketful so I could teach him how to make homemade jelly later.

Then, he took me to the actual secret places. First, a small cave hidden behind a fallen tree trunk, where he used to play with Jasper when they were younger. It had a serene atmosphere, and its privacy also gave me romantic vibes. The next spot we visited consisted of a tire swing he had built with his friends almost a decade ago. According to him, no one ever went there. The last place we went to was by far my favorite - a tree house. It was simple, but also magical in a way. It felt as if I was walking into his private hideout, a museum of his soul.

"You built all of this yourself?" I was in awe. Some of the walls had even been carved, becoming an art gallery on their own.

"Yeah, in the beginning of my career as a lumberjack. Right before I discovered my passion for wood carving." He stroked the decorated walls, remembering his work. "No one knows about this place. Not even Luke."

I turned around with surprise. "Really?"

He nodded. "You're the first one I've brought up here."

"I'm honored." I truly was. The fact he was ready to share such an intimate part of his life with me made my heart flutter. I had gotten so insecure after my experience with my first mate, I couldn't help but build walls around me. Meanwhile, he was quickly tearing his down, allowing me to see all of him. It was slowly giving me strength to do the same.

"You said you wanted me to show you how I carve my statues. Are you ready?" When I looked back at Lance, he was crouching right beside a pile of small logs.

With a cheerful nod, I approached him. I never had a close connection with art, but it still intrigued me. To be honest, everything about Lance interested me; there was a new hunger inside of me, urging me to learn more about him. The more I did, the deeper I fell for him.

He sat down on the wooden floor, gesturing for me to come closer. When I did, he took my hand and swung me around, placing me between his legs with my back against his chest. Our faces almost touched, our lips were inches away. The magnetic pull between us intensified when his yellowish-green eyes locked on mine. They were so hypnotizing; they drew me in, inviting me to get lost in that hidden forest. I felt butterflies in my stomach dance to the rhythm of my rapidly beating heart. Though he seemed to like that I was completely at his mercy, he just smiled and looked away.

"So, here's how I do it." His smooth voice vibrated in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my neck. He held the small piece of wood in front of me, letting a black claw on his index finger come out. "All it takes is patience, really. It is very time consuming, but also quite relaxing."

He cautiously dragged his claw along the material, carving it with a delicacy I had never before seen a werewolf have. I don't know for how long I stayed there in his arms, completely hypnotized as I watched him work. By the time he was done, the rough wood piece had been shaped into a perfectly round heart.

"This is amazing, Lance. Where did you learn to do this?"

"You could say I'm a self-taught artist. Unlike you, I was never the brightest student, but I excelled in art class." He put his newest statue aside, pulling me closer. "What do you wanna do now, beautiful?"

"Mate!" I heard Faye scream inside my head, reminding me of the promise I had made to let her meet Lance's counterpart. Honestly, I was excited for that too. "Can I meet Atlas?"

He laughed. "Of course. Let's just get down first - I'm not sure he would fit inside here."

Together, we walked down the rudimentary steps until we were back to the snowy fields. Lance let go of my hand to take a few steps back. Without a warning, he started undressing, and I instantly stiffened. It was normal for werewolves to be naked around each other, but I hadn't realized what my request meant until now. My cheeks turned red when he got rid of his boxers, letting his erection spring free. The next second, I felt heat pool between my legs, and a loud groan left my mate's lips.

"You keep teasing me, beautiful." He smirked, making me blush harder. Could he smell my arousal? I instinctively turned away, ashamed to be drooling over him. "Don't. I love it when you stare at me like that. And I love what the sight of my body does to you." His voice was becoming huskier, compelling me to turn back to him. "I'd love to let you look at it for longer, but I won't be able to please you if I freeze out here." Only then I noticed he was already shivering, and I felt slightly guilty. "I'm all yours Caitlyn. And you can have all of me once we're done here."

In the blink of an eye, a wolf took the warrior's place. He was able to shift rather fast for an Omega, but I guess it made sense, since he had been doing it for over two years. What really surprised me was the size of his beast - he was much larger than I expected. I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that thought as I was soon taken aback by his beauty. Except for a single white spot on his chest, Atlas had an entirely light brown fur, which reminded me of sweet caramel. His green eyes were even more intense in wolf form, and they were locked on me as if I was his next prey. However, he just stood still.

"Hello, Atlas. It's so nice to finally meet you." He purred when I called his name, bringing a smile to my face. He slowly inched closer, allowing me to place my hand over his snout. "You're so handsome."

The beast looked more like a puppy as he stuck his tongue out in delight right before circling me. I almost fell to the ground when he started brushing his head and shoulders against my skin, in a funny gesture I immediately recognized - he was rubbing his scent on me, to let other wolves know I was his. Then, he sat in front of me and whimpered.

"He says he loves you, but he wants to meet Faye, too." I heard Lance's voice inside my head.

"Fair enough," I laughed, taking a few steps back.

I had only let my she-wolf out once, on the night of my birthday. Shifting was a painful process, especially for beginners. Our skin wasn't as used to stretching, and our bones took longer to break, elongate, and rearrange. However, having Atlas with me gave me the strength to endure the pain for the longest forty seconds of my life, until Faye took my place.

The second she was out, our mate's jaw dropped. Opposite to me, Faye was an outstandingly beautiful she-wolf. Her tricolor coat was mostly of a chocolate brown, but there were darker markings around her face, neck, ears, and back. She also had a white muzzle and short white socks. She didn't hesitate to howl in delight when her yellow eyes locked on our mate, and she rushed over to him.

For the next few hours our wolves cuddled and played in the snow, unbothered by the cold. They were actually quite similar in appearance, and whenever they surrounded each other in a playful dance, they resembled chocolate and caramel - a mixture as sweet as the love they seemed to have for each other. They only allowed us back control by nightfall, as they neared our small house close to the border.

It was nice letting our wolves bond for a while, but as soon as Lance shifted back into his human form, I followed his lead. The pain of the transformation was gone, replaced by the pleasure of the experience. I stood there in front of the door, waiting for my mate to open it. However, when I found his eyes dark with I**t as he looked at me, I was shocked. Goddess, how could I forget I was still naked? Instinctively, I crossed my legs and used my hands to protect my breasts from the exposure. I'm pretty sure I was red as a tomato when I looked away from him.

"Don't ever cover up. Not for me," he said in a husky voice as he took a few steps closer.

His hands moved up to meet mine, and he gently removed them to get a full view of my chest. No one had ever seen me like this before, but his gaze didn't bother me. In fact, it made me feel... warm. Hot, even. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against the skin on my neck. There was the electricity again, followed by the wetness in my core. Lance inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, and I instantly felt something hard press against my stomach.

"I want you, Caitlyn. All of you," he whispered in my ear. "Can I have you?"

"Yes!" Faye screamed.

"Yes," I repeated.

The next thing I knew, we were on the fluffy rug in the living room - he had used his werewolf speed to get us here in the blink of an eye. I opened my eyes to find Lance laying on his side, one arm under my head, the other supporting his weight. He trailed kisses down my chin and neck, each one of them setting my skin on fire. My breathing was ragged as I concentrated on the mesmerizing sensation of having my neck devoured by this delicious man.

"Have you ever done it before?" He pulled away for a second, looking into my eyes.

"No," I confessed shyly.

A big smile crossed his face. "And you're so eager to give yourself to me," he observed, going back to kissing me.

"How many... have you been with?" I breathed out.

"You shall be the first," he replied sincerely, in between kisses. "And the last."

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Most males didn't wait until they met their mates, especially if they didn't find them as soon as they turned eighteen. I already knew Lance wasn't like most guys, but if anything, this new piece of information only added to my desire to have him. It excited me to know we would figure this out together, share an experience which would be only ours. My train of thought was abruptly disrupted by my mate fiercely grasping one of my breasts, making me gasp. "I love the way you fit perfectly in my hand," he chuckled. Another sigh left my mouth as he pinched my n****e. "You were made for me. Only me."

Before I could process what was happening, he captured my n****e between his lips, gently sucking on it. While his amazing mouth worked on one of my breasts, his hand kneaded the other. The way my body responded to his touch, shivering and shifting under him, was insane. But he didn't stop there.

His free hand traveled down my stomach, caressing every inch of my skin before he reached my most sensitive spot. My legs instantly spread to allow him easier access, earning a pleased smile from him. He rubbed circles over my c**t a few times before he continued his way down until he reached my core, causing the first moan to escape my lips.

"Hmmm... you're already so wet, beautiful," he groaned.

At the same time, I felt his member twitch against my stomach, calling for me. Though he seemed to enjoy touching me, it didn't seem fair to have Lance worship my body while I gave his zero attention. Feeling a little more daring, I let my hand slide over his muscular chest, then down to his rock hard abdomen. Goddess, the body of a warrior was truly maddening. And it was all mine. As my courage built up, I was finally brave enough to wrap my fingers around his d**k. A grunt of pleasure escaped from him. The furthest I got with any previous love interest was kissing. I had never tried to please a man before, but the sounds coming out of Lance's mouth, as well as his movements, helped guide me. As I stroked him up and down, I realized his tip was much more sensitive, so I started massaging it. I stopped momentarily when I felt one of his fingers slip inside of me; it was strange at first, but as he caressed my walls tenderly, I quickly got used to it. With him, I started picking up the pace, until he wrapped his hand firmly around my pulse, forcing me to stop. I immediately let go of him, afraid I had done something wrong.

"If you keep that up, I'll burst before we actually start," he breathed out, half-laughing.

"And what's taking you so long?" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. It was probably Faye's impatience.

His eyes widened before they became darker. "Is that what you want, beautiful?" He leaned next to my ear. "Just say the word, and I'll do it."

"Take me," I pleaded without thinking twice.

In a swift movement, Lance pinned me to the ground. I had my back completely against the soft rug as he laid on top of me. His elbows were on the same level as my shoulders, lifting himself up to prevent his weight from crushing me. Using his legs, he pushed mine apart. The moment I sensed his tip against my core, I held my breath; we were really going to do this. However, I wasn't scared anymore. All I could feel was desire.

"I don't wanna hurt you. They say a she-wolf's first time can be a bit painful, so let me know if it gets too much, okay?" His eyes were full of concern. As soon as I nodded, he continued, "How do you want to do this? Fast or slow?"

I was thoughtful for a moment, but the first option sounded a little bit better. "Fast."

He waited a few seconds before pushing himself inside of me; the moment he did, I felt an agonizing pain. It felt as if his length was tearing me from the inside. I opened my mouth to scream, but he captured my lips in his at the same time, muffling my sound. Once he was in, he stayed completely still, allowing me time to adjust to his presence. I don't know how long it took for the pain to go away, but as soon as it did, all I could feel was pleasure.

My hips began to move without my command, urging Lance to do the same. He started slow, making sure I was okay before he began to pick up the pace. He never took his lips off of mine, kissing me throughout the entire process, soothing me. The faster he moved, the better it got. He seemed to enjoy it too, as his grunts were becoming louder; it was music to my ears. There was a pressure building up in my lower abdomen, which made me feel as if I was engulfed by flames. I wanted Lance to put out my fire so bad. "How close are you, beautiful? I don't think I'll last too much longer."

"Very close!" I replied in desperation. "Please, Lance!"

"f**k, Cait!" he groaned as his movements got faster, sloppier.

And the second I felt him explode, I did too. His d**k throbbed inside of me, coating my walls with his seed, causing my body to shake uncontrollably. My vision went black for a second as I was overwhelmed by the best sensation I had ever experienced. For a while, he remained inside of me as we both recomposed ourselves. When I finally caught my breath, he dropped to the floor beside me.

"I love you, Caitlyn." His unexpected words made my eyes burst open. "I've loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I can't keep it in any longer," he confessed, his eyes locked on mine. "It's okay if you don't-"

"I love you too," I whispered, finally turning to him. It was delightful to see his expression turn from concern to joy, and he immediately pulled me into his chest.