The Vampire's Last Omega

Lust's Virtue: Part 3

Blaise stared down at him. He didn't show an ounce of sympathy or pity, nothing to indicate that the admission had moved his heart.

I'm so pathetic.

Lucas wanted to die of embarrassment. The only person he ever opened up to about things like this was Teru. Here he was, about to trauma dump on a bloodsucker whom he hadn't known for that long.

Still...

If he had to be honest, like 100% honest and no bullshit, Lucas was relieved to have another ruined soul to relate to. It was fucked up to think so. He knew that.

There's only so much I can tell Teru. He knows I've generally been abused, but I'm always telling myself that he should never know what exactly happened to me in New York...and what I did to others. Just the thought of the disgust in his eyes if he learned the details would break me. Damn it. Doing this alone will end me sooner than dying of old age...

The way his mind fell deeper into despair was scary. Soon, he'd be a danger to himself. How ironic because he fought tooth and nail to live by fighting every bloodsucker he bedded with.

Lucas needed a savior. That savior was dry-humping him!

He was about the thank the heavens for giving him hope in the form of a dangerous pervert...

...The relief was short-lived.

Blaise let go of Lucas's arms, releasing him. He sighed and examined the appearing stars, popping out one by one. "You are not the first to say this to me, and you are certainly not the last. If genuine love is what you need, I am the wrong person to ask. The very wrong person."

Lucas stayed silent as the moon rose higher. His stomach dropped, twisted with self-loathing. Ah. Of course. There was no way anyone would want him as he was, friend or lover. Everyone was moving on without him, still locked inside the kennel in the basement. No one could hear his bellows of pain or see his hand stretching out through the cage's bars. The black cloud that had formed around him after getting captured thickened, obscuring more light.

I'm only human. This is hard. I'm scared when it gets too hard.

"I don't know how to give the type of love you require," Blaise said, not looking away from the sky, "but that doesn't mean I can't help you feel wanted in my own way. Let me tell you as safe-for-work as possible, I really want to have my way with you and-"

Driven by desperation or impulse, Lucas quickly sat up and nuzzled his nose under Blaise's jawline. He kissed his neck as his hands tangled within the long blonde strands. He pecked towards his nape, inner alpha sniffing its way to bite. Were the unknown-colored sparkles guiding him? It smelled like it!

"Hmm? I wasn't expecting you to take the initiative in your current state of mind," Blaise purred. Later, Lucas would have to ask how long it took him to practice that sort of omega-like purr. It wasn't a sound alphas could make.

"Turn around," Lucas whispered, lying down again.

Blaise squinted with suspicion but listened. He switched. Lucas followed the sensual groove of his spine, stopping at the lavender-colored panties.

"Take those off."

He wondered what sort of face Blaise made as his manicured thumbnails inched under the stretchy band, slowly guiding them over the rump of his ass. He pulled one leg out and then the other, holding the lacey material by a finger in the air. They slipped off, dropping to the grass.

Lucas grabbed Blaise's hips to bring him closer. He wasted no time burying his face between his cheeks. The scent of vanilla was strong there, his tongue going straight to the source where the pheromones leaked the heaviest. It was curiously more potent than his pheromone sac. Did alphas always have their scent coming out of this end, too? Lucas didn't care to know basic anatomic functions right now; he just wanted to focus on making this male wetter than an omega in heat. The tip eased into the needy hole, encouraging it to relax so he could wet it.