by Grace, Aria
As if on cue, he bucks his hips on last time and lets out a guttural moan before collapsing back onto the floor. He’s completely emptied himself into Jason’s mouth, and every drop was eagerly swallowed.
“You’re too good at that,” Farron purrs happily as he finally sits up. Jason lifts his head and the two of them share a series of sweet, loving kisses.
A gentle smile crosses my lips. The way they love each other gives me an inner warmth that’s difficult to describe. They’re perfect for each other, and I’m grateful they’re both mine.
“I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?” Farron crawls across the floor on his knees and gives me a kiss. “You two have fun.”
“Don’t use up all the hot water,” Jason calls after him as Farron climbs to his feet and disappears down the hall. “He’s gonna use all the hot water.” He looks over his shoulder at me and sighs.
“He always does,” I tease. “Do you wanna just stop here and go fight him for the water?”
Jason frowns. “Don’t even joke about such a thing…”
“Good.” I thrust into him, bringing him back to the task at hand. “’Cuz I’m not finished with you yet. I wanna give you this big alpha knot and fill you with my come.”
“Fuck, yes…” Jason rocks back against my cock with all his weight.
“Why don’t we move to the sofa now that Farron’s abandoned it?” The only reason I went to the floor was because we had an audience.
Jason nods reluctantly, and I pull free of him. Once I’m in position on the sofa, he climbs on my lap, facing me as he gingerly lowers himself onto my dick.
“Oh fuck…Garrett…” He begins to rock his hips back and forth, moving my cock around inside himself and moaning as he goes. “This is so fucking good…”
“Here, how about this?” I begin to thrust up against him, and our combined motions cause us both to cry out in unexpected pleasure. That feels better than I thought it would, and I’m eager to repeat the process.
Jason grabs my shoulders, and I place my hands on his hips as we pick up the pace. This new position is amazing, and I can already feel my balls tightening and my knot growing. Any second now, this’ll all be over.
“I’m gonna come…” Jason pants as he sits back on my cock, taking it as deeply as it will go. His dick twitches and come erupts from it, spurting across my chest.
His orgasm is all I need to reach my own. My knot forms, sealing us together completely as my seed fills him. The warm, satisfied feeling of knotting one of my omegas spreads through me, and I sigh with contentment as I sink back against the couch cushions.
“I wouldn’t change anything about our lives,” Jason says as he leans forward and rests against my chest.
A few minutes pass, and Farron emerges from the hallway, wrapped in a towel and nothing else. His hair is wet and steam wafts off him.
“I saved some hot water,” he says as he approaches.
“Shhh,” I whisper. Jason hasn’t stirred, but the steady rhythm of his breaths makes me think he’s fallen asleep.
Farron smiles and retrieves a blanket from nearby which he drapes over us. “He’s so peaceful,” he says as he sits on the couch beside us. “I’m so happy he’s our omega.”
I grin and place a gentle kiss against the top of Jason’s head. “Me too.”
Omega Under the Mistletoe
Omega House #8
By Aria Grace
42
Scotty
The smell of pancakes and eggs fills the dining room of Omega House as I sit across from my roommate. I look down at the plate of food in front of me and try to work up an appetite. Unfortunately, I don't really feel like eating. With a deep breath, I push my plate to the middle of the table and lean back in my chair.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Rubin eyes my plate with interest.
"You can have it." I smile then nod toward the table laden with food at the far end of the room. "It's not like they're starving us. You could always go get seconds."
"I know." Rubin pulls my plate toward him. "The thing is, I'm a little self-conscious about it. I mean, look at all these other omegas and their kids. What are they gonna think if they see pudgy, little old me going back for seconds…or thirds?"
I look at him pointedly. "You shouldn't be self-conscious. I honestly don't think anyone will mind if you eat all the leftovers."
"Why are you being so picky today?" Rubin tilts his head to one side with his eyes directed down at the plate in front of him. "You ate half a piece of bacon and took one bite from your toast."
"I'm not being picky. I'm just not hungry." Rubin and I haven't known each other for very long, but the two of us have become friends over the few weeks I've been staying at Omega House. He's taken on a mother hen sorta role in my life. After everything I've been through the last several years, it's nice to know someone cares even if it does get a little annoying at times.
"So…what's eating at you, then?" Rubin finally looks back at me as he waits for me to come clean.
I sigh and look away from him, letting my gaze drift across the dining room that's full of omegas and their children. Everyone seems to be absorbed in their own conversations and their own routines. Most of the kids will be leaving for school soon while their parents are caught in a never-ending battle of trying to make sure their children are getting enough sustenance when they aren’t here. I can't even imagine what this place will be like when school is closed for winter vacation.
It's already more hectic than I would like.
"The thing is…" I slowly look back at Rubin. "That last job interview I went on was a complete failure. That makes six in a row. All the other applications I’ve submitted have either been rejected outright or are probably sitting at the bottom of a file somewhere." It sucks not being the most employable omega. There are more than a few gaps in my resume that probably look bad to potential employers. But I don't have a lot of options. If it weren't for Omega House, I’d be sleeping on the streets right now. The only way out of here for me is to find a job that pays well enough for me to save up, so I can get back on my feet.
"I'm really sorry about that." Rubin offers a small smile with sincerity in his eyes "I thought it might be something like that. I'm kinda in the same situation myself. No one's looking to hire an omega with limited work experience and no formal education. Black Friday is just around the corner, and I was hoping that with the holidays, people might be looking for more help. Apparently, even the really desperate companies have standards." He chuckles and digs into the pocket of his hoodie before pulling out a folded piece of paper that crinkles as he lays it out on the table between us.
"What's that?" I ask as I reach for it.
"That is my last hope." Rubin shrugs as he takes a bite of food. "They were handing these out yesterday while you were at your interview. I figured I'd grab one and see if you’re interested in doing it with me."
I look over the flyer and read the heading. "Volunteers needed. The Omega House annual Christmas village is in need of elves. Compensation includes $500 cash and references for your resume. A great opportunity to help omegas seeking future employment. Don't miss out on a chance to give back to Omega House while earning some money and experience for yourself."
"Elves?" I raise my eyebrow at Rubin with an uncertain expression. "I’m not dressing up in green tights and plastic ears. This is the path to the North Pole thing where the kids take pictures with Santa, right?"
"Yeah, it is." Rubin nods his head, encouraged by the fact that I’m familiar with the place. "But look at it this way… What other options do you have? It's not like you're doing anything better right now."
"Yeah, but this is the kind of job kids in high school take. This isn't something that's gonna pay the bills." I know I'm being stubborn, but the fact is, I can't really picture myself lifting kids onto Santa's lap, so they can tell him their wish list. It all just sounds a little too silly for me.
"Besides…" Rubin takes another bite of his
breakfast. "You said yourself that you have gaps in your resume. A reference from this tree lot owner could go a long way toward helping you get a real job. Not only that, but $500 is nothing to sneeze at. I don't know about you, but I'm flat broke right now."
I look down at the flyer again and sigh. It is not my first choice, but I've already gotten turned down from my first and second and third choices. Hell, we're all the way down to sixth choice, and even they didn't want me. "Fine, I don't like the idea of it, but you're right. What choice do I have?" I groan as I look up at the ceiling overhead. "I'm only doing this if you do it too. I'm not gonna be the only one making a fool of myself in an elf costume."
"That’s the spirit." Rubin grins at me before taking a bite of bacon. "I’ve done this before and it’s actually kinda fun. I was gonna do it whether you said yes or not. I'm not turning my nose up at $500."
I smile at him but say nothing in response. From what little I've been able to gather, Rubin has been here for a long time. He's one of those omegas who never really managed to find his feet after landing here. Now, all he does is help out wherever he can. In fact, he's taken part in every fundraiser and volunteer event for the past three years. It's not surprising that he'd want to do something like this. What is surprising is that I agreed to go along with it.
"Okay then," says Rubin after he finishes eating. "I’ll go and let the admin know we’re going to take this position." He rises from the table and gathers up our dishes. The dining room has emptied out significantly since we first started eating and is a lot quieter now. I feel like I'm finally able to hear myself think.
"Just so we're clear, there's no backing out of this. Once I sign us up for it, we'll be out at the tree lot every day from Black Friday to Christmas eve. Are you sure you're gonna be able to commit to this?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." I'm a little surprised by how serious Rubin suddenly is. "You don't have anything to worry about from me. I don't back out of my commitments."
"Just wanted to make sure. The last omega I took with me backed out after two weeks and left us in a bind. The family that runs the place is really nice, and they've always done right by Omega House. We owe them a lot." Rubin looks me in the eye to make sure I understand the sincerity of his words before turning and walking away with our dishes.
Rubin is generally pretty laid back, and it's nice to see that even he can be serious when the situation calls for it. Even though it wasn't my first choice, I'm actually a little hopeful about this whole tree farm thing. If it will help increase my chances of getting hired at a real job, then I'm willing to give it a try. I make my way out of the dining room and head back upstairs to the room I share with Rubin.
It's nothing fancy, but I count myself lucky to only have one roommate. Some of the omegas are squeezed in four to a room. I actually feel a little bit better about myself knowing that I'm volunteering to help keep this place running. Omega House is always full of omegas who need their help. If I can't help myself into a better situation, then at least I can help them.
With some food in my stomach, I reach for my backpack and dig through it for my suppressants. While not strictly necessary in a house full of omegas, it wouldn't be smart to be in heat during a job interview. If I'm gonna be spending the next several weeks working at a tree lot, I'll definitely need to stock up on pills. My current package only has three left in it. As I pop one out of the blister pack and take it, I make a mental note to pick up more later.
Given my luck, I’ll probably come into heat right as I'm helping some hot alpha out with his Christmas tree.
43
Nick
Traveling during the holidays is usually a nightmare, but right now, I think I’m in hell. Whoever thought that getting on a plane the day before Thanksgiving was a good idea should probably be arrested.
I glare at my friend Leo who’s goofing off near the line for security with the rest of our friends. The six of us have been planning this trip for two years now, but it was Leo who insisted we head down to Hawaii before Thanksgiving. Something about not wanting to spend more time with his parents than he absolutely had to.
Either way, there are so many people here that I’m beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. Not only that, but the line for security is so long that it looks like it’ll take an hour or more to get through. Good thing we decided to get to the airport a couple hours early. I can’t imagine what a rush we’d be in if we hadn’t.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves as I shoulder my carry-on and head toward my friends. I usually consider myself an extrovert, but with this many grumpy people all bustling around me, I feel more than a little nervous. I’m grateful that I’m not traveling alone because I don’t think I could have done it.
“You guys ready for this?” Leo shouts as we all take up position at the back of the line. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll be surrounded by sand, sun, blue water, and hot omegas as far as the eye can see.”
God that sounds good.
I can’t remember the last time I had a vacation. For me, every holiday season plays out the same. November is prep month for getting the tree farm ready. We cut trees for the lots around town, set up the Christmas Village, secure volunteers and staff, and make sure the grounds are ready to receive visitors.
Then, on Black Friday, we open the floodgates. From then until Christmas Eve, it’s holiday cheer all day every day. Everything is Santa Claus, reindeer, candy canes, hot chocolate, and ugly sweaters. My parents have always been Christmas people. They’re that crazy couple who has thousands of Christmas lights strung across their yard, starting in the middle of October.
The inside of their house looks like a Happy Holidays Hallmark card barfed everywhere.
Every day of my childhood was like living in a Christmas Story. I didn’t hate it. I actually have a soft spot for the holiday season, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to taking this year off.
Spending Thanksgiving and Christmas on beaches and in bars with my friends is exactly what the doctor ordered. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find an omega to steal my heart.
We’ve only been standing in line for a few minutes when my cell phone rings. Leo shoots me a warning look as I cautiously answer the phone. He knows it’s probably my parents. They weren’t exactly thrilled with me taking off during the busiest time of the year. Of course, they didn’t stop me. It’s been years since they’ve been able to tell me what to do, but they made it clear that they would rather I stay home and help them at the farm.
“Hey, Mom.” It’s so loud where we’re standing that I can barely hear her answer. “Hang on a sec. I can’t hear you.” I hold my phone away from my mouth and lean toward Leo. “Hold my spot. I’ll be right back.”
“Right, just…don’t let her talk you out of this, okay?” Leo looks me in the eyes and claps me on the shoulder. “You deserve some time off.”
“Don’t worry, buddy.” I nod reassuringly and slip through the crowd, away from the crush of people near the metal detectors. Oddly enough, there are fewer people gathered near the windows at the front of the lobby. I’m not the only one seeking out the relative quiet. On either side of me is a businessman having a phone conversation and a young mother soothing her tired child.
I take a deep breath before lifting the phone to my ear again. “Okay, it’s a little quieter here.”
“Nick…sweetie, I don’t…” My mother sounds like she’s struggling to figure out what words to use. I can practically visualize the expression on her face, the one where she chews on her lip and avoids direct eye contact at all costs. “It’s your fathe…”
“What’s wrong with Dad?” If it was serious, she would have led with the problem, and she sounds more ashamed than concerned. But if it wasn’t important at all, she would’ve just texted. I already know where this conversation is headed.
What I don’t know yet is why or what my answer will be.
“He’s an idiot…that’s what’s wrong,” my mother blurts
out. In the background, I can hear my father protesting her insult. “He acts like he’s still twenty years old, instead of a sixty-year-old man who needs to let others do the heavy lifting.”
I sigh and throw my head back on my shoulders. “Did he throw his back out again?”
“Nope.” My mother’s almost immediate response is clipped and full of annoyance. I’m just glad it’s not focused on me. “Slipped a disc or something. Not much that can be done about it except pain killers and bed rest. But it does mean he can’t do much walking right now.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut. I know my parents have plenty of people on their staff this year, so why is she laying this on me right before my trip. Just because it’s a family business doesn’t mean I have to be present every season.
My mom manages the books while my dad is the face of the operation. It’s a great gig for them. He plays Santa for the Christmas Village and it means a lot to him that he can put smiles on so many families in our community. There’s no one else who can do his job as well as he can.
No one except me.
I look back toward my friends and see Leo glaring in my direction. I can just imagine what he’d say if he were privy to this conversation. He’d tell me I deserve to take a break. He’d say there are plenty of other people who can be Santa while I’m away.
And he’d probably be right. But I’d be worried the entire time I was on vacation. This business is my family’s livelihood. It’s my parents’ life…my life. Going on vacation while they handle things alone is one thing. Going on vacation while they’re incapable of handling things is something else entirely. Something I can’t quite stomach.
I take a deep breath and say the words I have to say even though each one hurts on its way out of my lips. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of the farm.”
