The Omega's Surprise Baby BOX SET

by Bonnar King

  “Please… please get help… I can’t breathe…”

  That was it.

  “I’ll go and get him. Open the door for him.”

  I didn’t even think about it as instinct took over. The moment I heard the lock inside slide open, I was already barging in and ignoring his yelped protest. I imagined blood and some injuries, or a sprained ankle or two. I imagined some bruises or some snakes, and him trying not to panic. Everything was worse in my head, making me worry like crazy.

  But the sight that greeted me was beyond everything I’d ever imagined.

  There were no snakes or blood. There was only Leo, looking at me in irritation and alarm… and wearing the flimsiest, tightest outfit I’d ever seen. He was wrapped up in a red body-hugging, latex ass-less cat suit. His round exposed butt was what got my attention.

  Now it was me who was short of breath as my blood rushed southward. My cock hardened in an instant.

  “Uh… you wanted to show this to the salesman?”

  It was a wonder I could even speak, when all I wanted to do was touch him. And taste him. Right fucking now.

  But the pain contorting Leo’s face stopped me in my tracks.

  “It’s too tight. I can’t breathe…” he whimpered. “Lucas. Please…”

  He turned around to show me his back, and I was treated to the sight of more skin. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. Instead, I saw the reddish lines as the suit dug into his skin, and I realized it was cutting off his circulation.

  I cursed. Then I moved fast, trying to unbutton the pearly knobs at the back and getting nowhere. It really was stuck, and Leo was breathing harshly now, turning a shallow gray in the face.

  So, I did the next best thing. I braced myself and ripped the suit apart, watching as buttons and latex flew everywhere. Leo gasped—then he let out his breath in one big whoosh, and his cry of relief filled the room as he exhaled and inhaled big gulps of air.

  I touched the red welts on his back, making soothing noises and trying to calm him down. I kept patting them until the red eased to pink, soothing and caressing what skin I could see. He was soft to the touch, and smooth. But he was still panicking.

  I turned him around, ignoring his protest. Without preamble, I lifted him by his waist until he was sitting on the small table beside us. I stayed between his legs and transferred my soothing touch to his shoulders, telling him that he was fine and all was good. I did my best to be very mechanical about it, until eventually I heard his breathing steady and a soft sigh escape his lips. He leaned on me.

  Mechanical changed to something else as he sighed again, the sound innocently erotic.

  My hands kept moving out of their own accord. Soft, soft skin.

  Then I froze when he arched into my touch, and his breathing turned uneven again. The remains of the outfit fell to the floor, revealing his naked twink body—perfect ass cheeks that would fit right into my hands, a tight midsection, leading down to his juicy dick for me to suck on.

  His nipples were stiffened with arousal due to my touch.

  His eyes flew up to meet my gaze, and what I saw there had my own breathing growing labored. His green eyes darkened and clouded over with alarm.

  With lust.

  My cock was now iron hard. My voice sounded strangled when I spoke.

  “Tell me there’s no other alpha,” I rasped.

  His expression turned stricken, telling me the truth. My thumb slid down him, a feather light touch to his face.

  He trembled and moaned softly.

  “What’s this all about, Leo? Why are you pretending there’s some alpha?”

  “Lucas… we need some distance…”

  He was saying the words, but his body was telling me otherwise as his hands flew to my chest. I didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop skimming my mouth down his neck, briefly tasting his sweet omega essence.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Just… just because.”

  “Tell me to stop, then,” I challenged. “And I will.”

  He didn’t tell me to stop when I moved closer until my erection was pressed against his stomach.

  He didn’t tell me to stop when my two hands slowly wrapped around his tight body.

  But his next words certainly had me stopping.

  “I saw you jacking off. Probably to an image of some slutty omega sex-bunny. And I don’t think…”

  I growled. “I was imagining you, Leo.”

  Then I was hauling him closer and crashing my mouth hard on his.

  15

  Leo

  I was in heaven.

  It had to be heaven, because my body was tingling with excitement—and Lucas was responsible for it.

  He kissed me like I was in a dream—slow, deep and sensual, as if he had all the time in the world and wanted to savor every second of it. I couldn’t resist kissing him back, wanting to taste that mouth and feel every bit of him again. He tasted warm and absolutely alpha male in every sense of the word, and his kisses felt like a drug. His tongue slid in to stroke mine, to taste me, and I was lost.

  It was just like those times in the elevator… except this was so much hotter because now I knew the man he was. He was no longer just the sexy stranger I made out with that one time.

  His hands were a different story. They didn’t move like a dream. They moved to possess, branding my skin with hot fire everywhere he touched, making me want more—so much more. He caressed my chest and shoulders as if they were his property, and had my cock throbbing with an incessant beat that had me squirming against him. His erection was pressed against my stomach, hard and hot, and I would do anything to touch it and to please it.

  But Lucas had other plans.

  His mouth finally left mine, and I would have whimpered in protest if not for him trailing it down my neck. Then it slid further down, stopping just at the edges of my nipples. His tongue laying caresses there until the tips tingled in anticipation and spread the fire higher inside me. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Lucas’ lips closed over one nipple—and he licked, and he sucked. I never thought I’d be the sort of guy to be into nipple play, but Lucas’s mouth on my body was nothing to complain about—and it felt fucking electrifying.

  More heat and blood shot straight to my dick, and I jumped at the intensity of it. Lucas chuckled, obviously amused, before continuing licking and kissing my neck again, with renewed effort. I was putt in his hands and he had complete control. The bastard.

  The hot, irresistible bastard.

  My hands flew to his hair. I wanted him to go on and on and on.

  But again, he had other plans.

  Lucas’ mouth slid down from my chest, trailing kisses to my stomach and licking a happy-trail down. Further down, spreading my legs apart for his head.

  Further down, until his mouth was a whisper away from cock.

  He watched me with his eyes, the blue stormier than ever.

  Then he licked the head of my dick playfully. He licked me repeatedly and turned the heat to molten while gripping onto my ass with both hands and pulling me closer to his mouth. He briefly stopped sucking me, in order to spit on his finger before inserting it into my ass before continuing to suck me hungrily.

  My head spun. I melted. I trembled. I fell apart as he kept up his oral pleasure. Max and I had fooled around, yes, but never like this. He had never tasted me down there, and I had no idea it would be this good. Even my hand wouldn’t have kept up with Lucas’ mouth—there was just no contest.

  I was deaf and blind to everything but him. Lucas took me to the precipice of hot desire, only to bring me back down right at that moment when my orgasm was supposed to hit me. Then he built me back up, again and again, until I was sobbing out his name and begging for relief. It was driving me crazy. I ached in places I didn’t know could ache, turning me desperate as the need drove me to the edge.

  When he added another finger in, then sucked on my dick with deep strokes, the last shred of my control fel
l.

  I exploded right there and then, shooting my globs or warm cum into his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed. He came back up to swallow my sounds of pleasure with his mouth. All the while, his fingers were still in my ass, feeling my clenching omega-hole muscles and groaning in quiet approval.

  “We have to be quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “We’re in public.”

  I nodded my head, knowing he was right. That only added to the excitement of it all. I was breaking the rules and being naughty.

  After a few moments of exchanging hungry looks with Lucas, I finally came down from my high enough to form a coherent response.

  “Yes,” I murmured back. “Be quiet, Lucas.”

  Then I was unbuttoning his pants and sliding a hand in where his pulsing hot piece of alpha meat was waiting to greet me.

  Shock flickered in his eyes before a quiet hiss came out of his lips. His eyes narrowed into the view of my ass as I rubbed that hardness. I grew impatient and wanted more, I quickly wrapped my hands around Lucas’ shaft.

  I knew it looked huge when I saw him touching it before, but feeling it with my own two hands was a different story. I couldn’t even wrap my fingers fully around him, and he seemed to be growing bigger and thicker by the second. He was velvety smooth and iron hard at the same time, and the contrast was just so erotic. The mushroom-shaped tip leaked with pre-cum. Testily, I went ahead and used my thumb to caress the tip, spreading the liquid around.

  The effect was instantaneous. Lucas’ muscled bunched as he stifled a groan, and the action had his tattoo surging starker on his skin. Gingerly, I traced it with my other hand, and the combination seemed to spur him on, as his eyes steadily got darker. I stroked slow at first, experimenting with tugs and rubs, until I found the rhythm that got him off so much—hard strokes from base to tip, then short jerks that had his body surging forward repeatedly.

  He closed his eyes, his breathing turning shallow. Turned on, I leaned forward and caught that slightly open mouth with my own, biting his lower lip before sucking on it. His tongue slid out and sought mine, heating me up all over again as he kissed me and thrust into my hand at the same time.

  My mouth was now watering for his hot, alpha cock, so I eagerly got down on my knees and opened wide for him. He slid his cock into my hungry mouth and I took as much of it as I could. I was determined to deep-throat him, but Lucas’ cock was so big that it didn’t fit all the way in. I was never one to shy away from a challenge, so this was a welcomed endeavor.

  Lucas groaned as I bobbed my head back and forth, foaming at my mouth as he thrust his huge cock into my mouth. I used my hands to grip the base of his shaft and jerk it while sucking, which I knew was an instant hit with Lucas, because he began to buck his hips.

  “Fuck! This feels so goddamn amazing,” Lucas groaned.

  I stopped sucking momentary, gripped his rod tightly in my hands and looked deep into his eyes. “You like that huh? You ain't seen nothing yet.”

  I massaged his shaft with my hands in a twisting action while I hungrily licked and sucked on his huge alpha balls. The thought of how much cum was building up in those balls had my omega-hole puckering up, ready to be filled by him.

  There were no sounds in the room save for our hot, tangled breaths, and the sound of his flesh sliding slickly in my palm. I quickened my movements even more, hard tugs that were followed by grunts from him, and his harsh, low voice telling me to keep going. Then, his voice telling me he was close—

  His words were cut off by a long groan. I felt liquid spurt in my hand and watched him climaxing then and there. His body shuddered. His back arched. He pulled me up to my feet and sucked on my tongue and slid his mouth down, biting on my neck before soothing it with licks and kisses.

  When he came down from his high, his head came back up—and the darkened lust was still there. I froze.

  His semi-hard shaft turned… hard again in my hand. I gasped.

  “Quiet, Leo,” he murmured roughly.

  Then his cock was there, huge and hard all over again. He spun me around and pushed me against the wall. I placed my hands on the wall to brace myself. Lucas was now caressing my ass as he used his hands to spread my legs apart. He opened me wider for him, never breaking his gaze from mine as he looked at me in the mirror on the wall, as the desire built up in between us to new highs. It was so hot. So hot and so excruciatingly slow, and another ache started inside me, burning and burning— I just wanted him inside me ASAP!

  He spat on his hand and rubbed it on the tip of his cock before slowly teasing my omega hole with it.

  “Please Lucas. Stop teasing me. I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

  Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door of the fitting room.

  “We have a no-return policy on our items once used!” the salesman said in a cheerful yet sarcastic voice. Then footsteps faded, indicating that the man left.

  Oh, God.

  Lucas cursed the air blue again, then called out that he was going to pay for everything.

  “Just fucking great,” Lucas muttered in disbelief.

  I nodded quietly. Silence filled the air.

  Then he was backing away from me like I had some kind of disease—and maybe I did, for alphas like him.

  And that hurt ten times worse.

  16

  Lucas

  After that incident in the fitting room—one that had me tossing and turning at night as I imagined what could have been—I had managed keep my hands off him. It had been a mistake and a blatant disrespect for him and his old man, and I didn’t want it happening again. Sure, he was hurt at first and avoided me like the plague, but he got over it easily, I think. Soon, we were back on track treating each other professionally, as if nothing had happened.

  And it was all for the best.

  They said that time flew whenever one was busy, and I guess that saying had some truth to it. Time did fly as the deadline for the new magazine got nearer, and I could see the writers were doing their best to catch up and submit their articles on time. Then, before I knew it, the submission was up and all the editors were the ones trying to catch up with the writers.

  Then it was done, and all we could do was wait.

  As this was a new magazine, we didn’t have any big companies willing to pay for advertising, so this was definitely a risky move on my part, but I was confident it would take off and then everyone would be fighting each other to have their ads featured.

  The revenue results wouldn’t be until a few weeks in—and in the meantime, I decided to have a grand party organized to launch the magazine’s new face and make it public to the world. Usually it was best to just let the readers decide and quietly see the results, but there was a lot at stake for this business, and I had a feeling that public media coverage was what it needed to entice the interest of possible new readers. And investors. Call it intuition.

  The planning took place. Andrew eventually returned from Paris and visited the office, where he was given the same warm welcome that Walter had given me. But there was an even warmer welcome from another person altogether, one that he hadn’t been given to me when I first arrived here.

  Either Leo had changed, or he just really didn’t like me when he first saw me here. I was betting on the latter. A bit bothered but trying not to let it show, I got the two acquainted, and soon Andrew was joining in on our meetings and crashing in on the penthouse suite I was renting downtown. My complaints fell on deaf ears as he just winked at me and said it will save us money in the long run. Bastard.

  Then the day of the party came, and it was time to get ready.

  “Is Leo single?”

  The question came from Andrew as he was rummaging through the fridge. He was wearing slacks already, but still had his chest exposed. I threw him a look, and he gave me an innocent one as he bit through a juicy apple.

  “Why do you want to know?”

  Andrew shrugged, tilting his head. The move caused his longish brown hair to mo
ve.

  “I don’t know. He’s pretty cute,” Andrew said. “Smart as hell. Fantastic body, too.”

  “You know we don’t date employees,” I almost growled out, but managed to keep my voice toned down. A feeling of possessiveness surged in me, intense and unwanted. Normally I didn’t mind sharing omegas with the guy—hell, omegas liked sharing us, too.

  But the thought of Leo in Andrew’s arms? Smiling at him like he used to smile at me? Being touched by him?

  Fuck that. I was going to kill him.

  “Well, technically, he’s not my employee, since I’m not the CEO of Think Train.” Andrew’s brown eyes twinkled, making me want to strangle him.

  “So yes, I can date him if I want.”

  “Which you wouldn’t want,” I said. “He’s too smart for his own good and too sarcastic to boot.”

  And shit, I missed that sarcasm. It gave me more glimpses on that fascinating mind of his, one that I couldn’t get enough of.

  “So? You know I don’t mind those things.” Andrew tilted his head again. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

  “No,” I bit out. “Get ready. We need to be there in an hour.”

  Then I was stalking out of the kitchen before any more questions could be asked about Leo.

  The party organizers outdid themselves, and the place rented out for the event—ironically enough, it was the hotel where Leo and I had first met—was decked out in elegance. All the employees were there early as well as some media personnel that Andrew and I invited exclusively. Then there were investors, literary figures and the likes, all making up for a somewhat huge crowd.

  I scanned the crowd, not realizing I was looking for someone until I didn’t find him. Leo’s father was there, however, and Walter approached us with a greeting and chatted to us about the excitement of the guests. Andrew and Walter got to talking about off-business topics, and an investor soon approached us. I put on a smile and focused my attention on entertaining, knowing their interest would be for the company’s benefit.