My Mate Is An Omega
Chapter 19

Caitlyn POV

Adjusting to the routine in my new pack was smoother than I expected. Except for a few pack members, everyone was very nice and welcoming towards me from the start, mostly because they were extremely fond of my mate. However, as the days went by, I realized they started liking me for me. Luke, Jasper, and Sasha were a fun group to hang around with, and I was glad they had accepted me into their pack. Although I still missed Megan and my mom, it was easy to distract myself with work. I loved spending the weekdays in Dario's office, learning about pack business while I helped him organize his tasks. However, my favorite day was by far Sunday, when I got to spend a lot of alone time with my mate.

As usual, we cooked breakfast together before going outside to enjoy the wonderful morning. The sun was shining bright through the tall pine trees, offering a mix of warmth and shade. After a long white winter, it was nice to see the colors bloom in spring; a wide variety of flowers danced in the light breeze, scattered over the green grass. While I tended to our new vegetable garden in the backyard, Lance was finishing up his newest statue. He had been working on it for the past few days, but he wouldn't let me see it until it was done.

I was so distracted planting the seeds that I didn't notice my mate approaching me, until he sat down behind me to wrap his arms just below my chest, pulling me closer to him. I squealed in surprise, but he completely ignored me, letting his lips crash against mine. When his tongue invaded my mouth, the world around us seemed to disappear; there was only his taste, his scent, his touch.

After a blissful moment, Lance pulled away. "How's the garden coming along?"

"It'll take a couple months before we can actually harvest something, but I'm mostly done," I informed him excitedly. "Great! I just finished working on my newest piece," he chanted proudly.

"Will you let me see it now?"

"Of course." He smiled, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek before pulling out something he had been hiding behind his back.

As soon as he stretched his hand out, my attention fell on the small, delicately carved wooden piece he was holding. It took me less than a second to realize what - or better yet, who he had sculpted, and it made my heart skip a bit. As if I was drawn to it, I carefully held it in my hands, bringing it closer to my face to take a closer look at it. Although it wasn't painted, it was clear it was a miniature of Faye. It had her cute slightly rounded ears, her short muzzle, her small puffy paws, and her spiky cotton fur. I was in awe at how perfectly detailed it was. My she-wolf was at a loss for words, which was understandable; her cheerful purrs were praise enough.

"What do you think?" The warrior's hesitation was evident in his voice.

"It's amazing, Lance," I whispered, still in awe. "How did you manage to make it so real without even looking at her?"

"Well, Faye is my mate as much as you are. Atlas and I have her completely memorized." He shrugged.

Unable to hold in my emotions any longer, I wrapped my arms around my incredible mate, surprising him with a quick kiss. He smiled even brighter than me noticing how happy I was.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it," I told him sincerely.

"I'm glad you like it, beautiful."

Lance held his hand out to me, helping me stand up. We headed inside so I could place my adorable gift on the bedside table, right next to the wolf plushie my mother had sewn for me. I admired it for a while longer until my stomach growled, making me realize it was lunch time already; it was shocking how the hours sped by when I was with him. After changing out of my dirty clothes and taking a quick shower, we both went back to the kitchen to cook our meal.

"This is our last rabbit," I observed, preparing the meat. "We should go hunting soon, or stop by the pack kitchen to buy some more."

"We have the whole day to ourselves. I'm sure Atlas and Faye will appreciate being let out for a little bit in the afternoon," he suggested, taking his eyes off the pan for a brief moment to flash me a smile. "We just have to make it back before sundown." "And why is that?" I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Because..." Lance snaked one of his arms around me, careful not to stain my clothes with his dirty hands. He leaned forward, our noses almost touching. "I may or may not have made a reservation for us at a fancy restaurant."

"A fancy restaurant?" I asked with concern. "Do we even have money for that right now?"

"Well... It's not quite what you have in mind. You'll see what I mean later."

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled nonetheless.

"What can I say? It's quite addicting to make you happy, my mate." He kissed my temple before we went back to cooking.

Once we were done eating, we chilled in the living room for a while, cuddling as we watched TV. Later on, we allowed our wolves some time together; they enjoyed the warm afternoon sun while they worked on catching a few rabbits. As requested by my mate, we were back home by sundown to get ready for our date. Although I had complained about it earlier, I couldn't deny that the mysterious aspect of the whole thing only added to my excitement. Lance excelled at romance, so I knew I would love the surprise. It wasn't easy to pick out an outfit for the occasion, considering I didn't have a lot of elegant clothes. The few ones I had were mostly used for work. My mate insisted I wore my prettiest crimson dress with thick straps and a short rounded skirt - it was a gift from Megan for my sixteenth birthday, when she started to persuade me to join her at parties. Honestly, I had only worn it once, but as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I realized it fit my body really well.

I walked out of the bathroom as soon as I finished working on my natural make up, and the second my eyes landed on my mate, I was awestruck by how handsome he looked. His usually wild light brown hair had been tamed, combed back into an elegant style. He was wearing black trousers and a wine red long-sleeved button-up shirt. The way his muscles stood out under the thin fabric made me heat up on the inside, and soon the scent of my arousal enveloped the room.

In the blink of an eye, Lance was standing in front of me. "I'm glad you like my outfit, beautiful, but your fragrance is making Atlas go insane," he growled lowly, taking a deep breath. "He's ready to come out and tear my clothes off, but I'd much rather let you do it." "When?" The question slipped out of my mouth as I looked straight into his vivid green orbs. My heart beat faster as I allowed my hand to travel along his rock-solid chest. He held me by the wrist firmly, closing his eyes; he was truly fighting his beast for control. Did I really turn him on just by looking at him?

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again. "So eager, my mate. I promise you can have all of me as soon as we finish our meal." He wrapped one of his arms around my waist, leading me out of the room. "Come on. We don't wanna be late now, do we?" "That's one hell of a tricky question," I giggled, and he laughed in response.

He refused to tell me exactly where we were going, so as we walked through the territory, I tried to figure it out on my own. I hadn't heard about restaurants in the surrounding areas of the pack; werewolf villages were usually located far from urban areas, so we could shift without worrying about being seen by humans. When I realized we were heading towards the town square, I was even more confused - until I noticed how one of the outside tables stood out among the others. It had been decorated with milky white table cloth, a rose in a glass vase, two candles, and fancy gold tableware.

The most surprising detail, however, was the ginger boy dressed as a waiter standing beside it.

"Good evening, Sir." He nodded at Lance before pulling out a seat for me. "You look lovely, ma'am."

"What is going on?" I mumbled in utter confusion, as it slowly started to dawn on me; we couldn't afford going to an actual gourmet restaurant, so he somehow came up with a makeshift one. My mate was wearing a cute smart smile, which made me laugh. "Poor Jasper. Can't believe you dragged him into this."

"Don't worry, I'm paying him." He shrugged.

"Not enough, if I may add." The boy leaned forward.

"Thought you were here to serve us, not to talk," Lance scolded.

"Of course, Sir." Jasper cleared his throat, straightening his posture. "May I suggest you some watercress soup to get your night started?"

"Yes, please," my mate answered since I couldn't stop laughing. The waiter bowed curtly before leaving us.

"You're unbelievable!"

"Yet, you love me," he retorted, grabbing my hand.

"I do," I confessed, enjoying his caress.

While our food was being prepared, he informed me on how he had planned everything, from how he got the idea to bribing his friends to help him organize everything. Apparently, Sasha was our cook, and she had Luke as her assistant; being ranked members, they had easy access to the kitchen, as well as high quality food. I had to admit my mate was a romantic genius.

Not too long after, Jasper came back with our soup, as well as our drinks. As he was explaining the main course options, two girls walked past us, eyeing the boy from head to toe. Distracted, he only noticed them when they called out to him. "What a fine waiter!" One of them chanted, licking her lips.

"Why, thank you, ladies." He winked at them. "As soon as I'm done here, I will be glad to... serve you." The two giggled as they walked away, and Jasper's attention fell back on my mate. "Again, you're not paying me well enough." This time, we both rolled our eyes at him.

Once we finished eating the food, which was amazing, I made sure to meet the cooks and thank them for their service. Sasha and Luke were more than happy to help us with our unique date, although Jasper had already ran off to find the girls from earlier before I could thank him too. The four of us chatted outside for a while until Lance and I were ready to go home. Tired, we just laid together in bed, and it didn't take long for me to drift off.

However, my peaceful rest didn't last long. I was confused to wake up at around midnight completely alone. I didn't even have time to figure out what was going on before I heard my mate's voice inside my head.

"Meet me by the spring, now," was all he said. The urgency in his tone made me anxious. Agitated, I rushed outside as fast as I could.

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Lancaster POV

The night with my mate was lovely, but I wasn't quite ready for it to end, as I still had one more surprise planned. Even with the cold breeze, the warm water felt amazing; I was sure Caitlyn would love it. I refrained from giving her too many details so she wouldn't figure everything out. As soon as she arrived, there was a mix of relief and anger in her semblance. She stood a few feet away from the hot spring, frowning at me.

"Goddess, Lance! You scared me!" She crossed her arms. "What the hell are you even doing?"

"I'm sorry, beautiful. It wasn't my intention. I just felt like going for a midnight swim," I replied playfully.

My precious mate stood still as I slowly walked out of the water. Her eyes widened when she noticed I was completely naked, and the hunger in them drove me crazy. When I was inches away from her, she was forced to look into my eyes. The water dripping from my body was soaking her clothes, but she didn't seem to mind it.

"Would you like to join me?" I whispered in her ears, brushing my nose against her neck. She exposed her skin to me, lost in a trance, until she eventually shook her head.

"Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?" She started looking around frantically.

"Shh, calm down." I brought my wet hand up to her face, immediately feeling her relax into my touch. "There's no one around. See for yourself."

Uncertain, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Our heightened senses allowed us to pick up on pretty distant smells, so it didn't take her long to realize we were truly alone.

"What do you say?" I slid one hand behind her back, firmly pulling her closer to me. Just her proximity was enough to make my member hard. She gasped when she felt it poke her stomach, but soon a smirk crossed her face.

"Well, now that you made me walk all the way here, I think I don't really have a choice."

I reluctantly let her step away. She took one last glance at our surroundings before she started shyly removing her light pink babydoll - the only piece of cloth covering her skin. I watched her show with amusement, enticed by the way her immaculate porcelain skin shone under the moonlight. As Atlas' dirty thoughts began to mix with my own, I felt the desire to take her then and there, but I fiercely fought my instincts - Caitlyn was a goddess, and I would worship her body in the way I was meant to.

Offering her my hand, I led her towards the hot water, never taking my eyes off her. She let her head fall backwards, enjoying the heat.

"This feels so good," she cooed, closing her eyes.

"I can make you feel so much better," I stated confidently, letting my lips crash against hers.

The water was up to our shoulders, our bodies completely submerged. As I deepened our kiss, my rough hands traveled down her neck, circling her delicious breasts, feeling each of her curves. Although she was a work of art herself, I wanted to memorize every inch of her perfect structure; next time, I would be sculpting her.

When I finally reached her sweet p***y, she promptly opened her legs for me. I didn't hesitate to insert one finger inside of her, while my thumb gently rubbed her clit. She was even hotter than the water, and it made me groan. As I picked up the speed, thoroughly massaging her walls, her moans became louder; I made sure to capture every single one of them with my mouth. She was all mine, as were the alluring sounds she made.

"Lance!" The way she chanted my name was music to my ears.

"What is it, beautiful? Do you want me to make you come?" All she could do was nod.

My free hand moved up to cup her left breast while I inserted another finger into her p***y. Then another. My lips moved to her neck, planting soft kisses on her marking spot as I continued to f**k her with my hand. I made sure to move as fast as I could, pinching her n****e to give her as much pleasure as possible. She cried out my name one last time before her legs started to shake uncontrollably, and I had to hold her to keep her steady. I waited patiently for her to come down from her high, my lips savoring every inch of her skin.

"Was it good, beautiful?" I whispered against her mouth.

"Amazing," she breathed out, resting her hand against my chest.

"What else... would you like me... to do to you?" I asked in between kisses.

"f**k me, Lance," she pleaded. Her words stunned me; I don't think I had ever heard her use curse words before. It only proved how lost she was in me, further exciting me. "Please. I wanna have you inside of me."

"You don't have to ask twice."

In a swift movement, I entered her. Another groan escaped her lips, mixing with my first one in an erotic melody. Being inside her was heaven. She felt so f*****g good, it was hard not to blow as soon as my d**k filled her. I waited a little bit, allowing her to adjust to my length before I slowly started moving.

Every time I thrusted inside her, I could feel her p***y tightening around me as her pleasure began to build up again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, both to gain balance and to meet my thrusts. When she started moving her hips in circles, I released the most animalistic groan that had ever come out of my mouth. The amount of control she had over me was insane, but I didn't mind it. It would be an honor to serve her until the day I died.

The entire atmosphere contributed to our ever growing pleasure; the silence of the night, the water heating up our bodies, fueling our fire. I pulled her up just slightly, so I could wrap my lips around one of her n*****s. Her moans of approval encouraged me to play with it, suck it, bite it, while I kept ramming my c**k into her wet core. My movements were becoming faster, sloppier; I knew I was close. And she knew it too.

"I wanna be yours, Lance! Forever!" Caitlyn cried out, surprising me for the second time. "Mark me!" She was dead serious as she looked into my eyes. And I didn't dare ignore her command.

My mouth quickly found its way onto the spot connecting her neck and shoulders. As I continued to thrust inside her, my tongue circled her skin. My d**k twitched, and at the exact moment I reached my release, I sunk my canines deep into her marking spot. She screamed louder than ever in a mix of both pain and pleasure. She immediately collapsed over me, coming for the second time as I coated her walls with my seed. I remained inside of her for a while longer, removing my teeth from her skin to seal the wound shut. I couldn't help but admire my mark on her. It felt so... right.

"Will you give me your mark too, beautiful?" I begged as soon as she caught her breath.

All she did was smile in response, showing me her pointy wolf canines. I closed my eyes, exposing my neck to her. A second later, I felt a pinch of pain, followed by an intense wave of pleasure that caused my c**k to twitch one last time inside of her. She giggled in response, finally removing herself from me when I came back from my high.

Once the marking process was complete, I could already feel our bond becoming stronger. At last, we were one.

"How does it look?" I asked, curiously trying to glance at the mark she placed on me.

"Perfect." She traced her fingers over the sensitive spot, causing me to groan. "You're mine now."

"I've always been yours, beautiful." I smiled, pulling her closer to me. "And I will forever be."