by Grace, Aria
It’s their bright smiles and enthusiasm that keeps me going, really. I’ve always loved kids. My mom used to say I was “baby crazy” because I used to always beg her and my dad to give me a younger sibling. I never got one, but that didn’t stop me from asking. When I was in high school, I started taking babysitting jobs and I was a counselor at a summer camp for several years just to feel like I had kids looking up to me.
As I got older, I knew I wanted to be a dad more than anything. I’ve always loved the idea of having a big family gathered together for the holidays. My parents love Christmas more than any other holiday and always made it special and magical for me. But that didn’t keep me from getting lonely. I don’t want my kids to grow up surrounded by presents but not having someone to share them with.
Sure, for some kids that might sound like heaven. But to me, it was downright soul crushing.
I catch myself looking sidelong at Scotty and wondering what kind of dad he’d make. He’s definitely got the hips for it. A slight grin spreads across my lips at that thought. But damn, something primal in my chest seems to really like the idea of getting Scotty pregnant.
I take a deep breath and try to shake off the errant thought. How much energy am I wasting by fighting my attraction to him? Am I just driving us both crazy? Because it’s clear he wants me just as badly as I want him.
As the day slowly draws to a close, I find myself considering several scenarios in my head. The most prominent of which is whether or not I can juggle the tree farm and my growing obsession with the omega volunteer whose very presence drives my need to knot him.
The sky overhead is dark as the last of the customers begin to leave. Scotty heads to the trailer to get changed just like he always does, and my eyes track his movements the entire way. Part of me is convinced that the best way to handle this would be to just charge right in there and wrap him in my embrace while he’s naked. The last time we were in the trailer together, I was certain I would lose my control and try something with him. I’m still not sure how I managed to get out of there without so much as kissing his full, gorgeous lips.
Rubin waves goodbye and heads toward his car. Now that I’m alone, hovering outside of the trailer and wracked with indecision, my nerves are starting to kick in. I feel like I’m trapped. My body is making it increasingly difficult to ignore my desire for Scotty, but my kind keeps trying to convince it’s a terrible idea. We haven’t even had a decent conversation with each other and I already feel like I would do almost anything for him.
Throwing all caution and sense to the wind, I reach of the door to the trailer, determined to make a move. Before I even touch the handle, the door swings open and Scotty emerges. He’s fully dressed in regular clothes now, but there’s a looked of surprise on his face when he sees me.
“Trying to sneak a peek?” he asks with a grin as he steps down and lets the door swing shut behind him. “I know you saw me go in there this time.”
I look away and rub the back of my head in frustration and embarrassment. Shit, am I really gonna do this? “I was… I was hoping to maybe ask you out on a date.”
With his jaw hanging open, he looks just as surprised as I feel.
I wasn’t planning on asking him out, but now that I’ve managed to say it, I feel a lot better. “We could go get dinner. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but it could be if you don’t have other plans…” I offer him a reassuring smile and do my best to appear innocent.
“I…uh…” It’s Scotty’s turn to flush red now. He looks toward the parking lot and bites his lip. “I think Rubin’s waiting for me.”
“Right, yeah…of course. I just…” I can’t quite put my feelings into words. Part of me is devastated by the idea of letting him walk away from me because of this odd sense that I need to be near him. To touch him, to hold him, and to fuck him until I knot. But I can’t exactly say that out loud. The depth of my physical need for him always catches me off guard in both its inappropriateness and its intensity.
“Look…Nick, I’m not sure this is a good idea. I know you feel it too,” Scotty says quietly as he steps back from me and folds his arms across his chest. “I don’t think going on a date is something we can do.”
“Scotty, I don’t know what this is.” I swallow hard, but it doesn’t dislodge the lump forming in my throat. “I can’t explain it. All I know is that every time you leave, I feel like I’m dying a little inside. Every morning when I see you again, I feel like I’m reborn. Standing like this, so close together…” I take several steps toward him, and he backs up until he’s pressed up against the trailer. I place my hand on the wall near his head and lean toward him so we’re only inches apart. “I feel like my skin is on fire right now. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you. I can’t keep ignoring the way I’m feeling. If I keep bottling it up, I think I might explode.”
“Nick…” Scotty tilts his head back slightly, looking up at me with desire burning in his eyes.
It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to resist the urge to take him right there. But I need to hear from him that he feels it too. I believe he does but I also find it hard to believe anyone on earth can feel what I’m feeling right now. It’s just so…foreign. “Please…just tell me you feel the same thing. Tell me I’m not crazy, because I feel like I am.” Begging doesn’t look good on me, but I don’t give a shit.
All I know is my throat is tight and my heart is hammering in my chest.
So much for self-control.
48
Scotty
Is this really happening. Inhaling his rich alpha sent, I look up into those smoldering eyes and lose my breath. There are knots in my stomach as I try to figure out exactly how to respond to the alpha hovering over me. I want to say yes and fall into his arms. It would be a lie to tell him I'm not feeling exactly what he's been feeling and that I want him as much as he wants me. But I don’t know if I’m ready for that. The uncertainty doesn't sit well with me, and after all the shit I've been through with past relationships, I'm not sure I can do it again. I definitely want to be with Nick, but I wanted to be with all my other alphas as well.
And none of those relationships worked out either.
"Hey, Scotty!" I hear Rubin calling from the direction of his car. His voice is like ice water being dumped over my head. It soothes the fire burning in my chest and brings me back to reality. "If we don't hurry, there won't be any dinner left when we get back!"
I take the opportunity to slide out from the cage Nick has formed around me…and circle away from the trailer. He makes no move to stop me, but there is a definite look of frustration in his eyes.
He doesn't want to let me go, but he's not going to force me to stay either.
I can’t even meet his eyes as I slowly inch away from him. "I'm sorry, Nick. You heard him." It's a lame excuse, and I regret it almost as soon as I finish saying it.
"Do you hate me?" Nick asks as I start to walk away. He's still standing with one hand on the side of the trailer and his head has dropped slightly in disappointment.
"I…no…I don't hate you, Nick." My heart feels like it’s in a vise as I speak. "I just…this is a lot to take in. I don't understand any of this, but I came to Omega House to get away from my last alpha. No matter how much my body might want you, I can't just give in. Not yet."
"But the last few days, you made it seem like you wanted this just as much as I do. The way you were acting, begging for Rubin's job, it made me think that…" His voice trails off, and he turns his head slightly to look at me. "Was I wrong?"
I clutch my hands to my chest and try to steady my resolve as I look into his eyes, giving him the only response I can. "No, you weren't wrong. But now that it's come to this, I think I was rushing into things. I know it's not fair, and I fully expect you to hate me for being a tease, but—"
"No." He interrupts me before I can finish and turns fully toward me. "Scotty, I don't think I could ever hate you. I'm just disappointed, that's all. Not
in you…but in the situation. I want to be with you. I've been fighting it this whole time because I thought that was the right way to handle things. Now I'm regretting that I didn't make a move sooner. Maybe I could've allayed your fears by now."
His sincerity makes me weak in the knees. It's only because of my mental stamina that I'm able to keep myself from running into his arms.
"Scotty! Come on! They're serving Egg Nog tonight." Rubin's bellow of frustration echoes across the tree farm.
I smile weakly and jerk a thumb back toward the parking lot. "I should probably get going. He gets a little hangry when his blood sugar is low."
"R-right…just…" Nick sounds like he's trying to say something, but I'm not sure I've got the strength to hear it.
"Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow." I force a reassuring smile at him as I start walking backward. "We'll figure this out…I promise."
He doesn't say anything else as I turn toward my waiting companion and leave the farm. I try to focus my thoughts on dinner, the bright lights and merry sounds of Omega House as it prepares for the holidays. The very thought of all that happiness has the opposite effect, making my stomach roll in nauseous frustration.
I don't want to go have dinner with all of those omegas and their children. I want to turn around and bury myself in the arms of the most attractive alpha I've ever seen. I want to go to Nick and lose myself in his embrace, allowing myself to forget all my troubles for a few hours.
I want to give in to the burning agony in my cock and give myself to him completely.
I'm halfway to Rubin's car when my resolves crumbles. There's an overwhelming sense of dread in my gut. If I walk away from Nick tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Any chance at finding out what we might have will be lost if I don’t see this through. I have no doubt of that in the slightest and it scares me a little. Okay, a lot.
I want him more than anything, and if I allow my insecurity to get in the way of my happiness, then all those assholes from my past will be winning. And I will not let them win. Not when it matters the most. The needy ache in my cock and my ass are almost unbearable now, and I can feel the lust clouding over my perception again.
"It'll be okay," I whisper to myself. "He's not like the others. I never felt like this with them. This is on another level entirely."
I stop in my tracks and look back toward the trailer. Nick is still standing there, motionless, watching me with desperation and frustration in his eyes. The fact that he hasn't given chase is a testament to his willpower.
I step toward him but stop short. I can't keep Rubin waiting forever.
"Head back without me!" I call out to Rubin from across the parking lot. "I'm…going on a date with Nick."
A grin spreads across my lips before the words finish leaving my mouth. Even from here, I can see Nick's expression brighten considerably. He begins walking toward me with a relieved look on his face.
"Good luck!" Rubin calls back. I hear the car door slam shut, and a moment later, the engine starts up.
Seconds later, I'm wrapped in Nick's arms. He lifts me into the air, and our mouths hungrily seek out one another. My tongue swirls against his as I surrender fully to him. In my lust-filled daze, I'm barely aware of the fact that he's carrying me back toward the trailer. All that matters to me are his kisses and the feeling of his body pressed against mine. Now that I’m not trying to hold myself back, my cock is visibly straining to be free. It presses against my jeans, stabbing against Nick's abdomen and begging for attention.
As we reach the trailer, Nick's forced to divert his attention from me in order to open the door. I cling to him, continuing to press my lips against his neck and chin. I feel like a fool for almost walking away from him. Nothing has ever felt more natural to me than the sensation of Nick's arms around my body. But it's nowhere near enough to temper the fire burning inside me right now.
I need more than just his arms and his kisses.
Nick sets me down as he pulls open the door to the trailer and urges me inside. I don't have to be told twice. I scramble inside without a second of hesitation. As soon as the door swings shut behind us, Nick pounces on me. We crash onto the sofa, grabbing at each another and desperately kissing every bit of exposed skin we can reach…which isn’t much under our winter gear.
"Nick…" I take a ragged breath between kisses and curl my hands into the fur collar of his Santa suit. "We need to do something about this…" I should be ashamed as I thrust my hips up and grind my aching dick against his body, but I’m not. "It hurts so bad. I need you."
Nick leans back slightly and gives me a devilish grin. "As you wish, my sweet," he purrs down at me as he reaches between us and begins massaging my cock through my clothing. "Why don't we get you out of these clothes first?"
Wasting no time, I abruptly sit up and press several kisses to his lips before letting him help me out of my shirt. The air in the trailer is warm, but there's still a slight chill that sends goosebumps prickling across my skin. My nipples harden, and I shiver in anticipation of what’s about to happen. Nick's fingers trail across my skin as he presses kisses over my collarbone and down my chest. His hungry lips capture one of my nipples, teasing it playfully with his tongue.
A soft moan escapes my lips and my head rolls back across my shoulders. It's such a simple act, but it feels better than anything I've ever experienced before. Maybe it's because I'm with Nick now. I still don't know exactly what makes him so special, but right now, I don't care. All I know is that he makes me feel better than anyone else ever has.
"More," I breathe when he lifts his head to kiss my lips. "I want more."
"Such a naughty little omega." Nick gently captures my lip with his teeth and pulls back. "Tell me, what is it you want?"
"You." My head is a hazy mess as Nick helps me strip off the last of my clothing. Once I'm naked, sprawled out on the sofa in front of him, my cock is harder than I thought possible. But I’m not surprised considering my ass is slick and loose and ready for whatever he wants to do to me.
"But what do you want from me?" Nick looks almost vulnerable as he begins to remove the Santa suit.
I shiver at the sight of his body. The glimpse I got of it before is nothing compared to what seeing it now does to me.
"Fuck, Nick… I can't…" I whine in frustration as I grab my cock and stroke it furiously. My free hand slides down between my legs, and I press my fingers into my ass, trying to relieve some of the ache building there. Nothing comes close to fulfilling the need that's rushing through my veins. "I want you. I want you inside me. Your cock… Your knot."
Nick eyes smolder as he casts aside the last of his clothing and kneels between my legs. "That's all I needed to know," he says as he strokes his alpha cock a few times, so I can see how big and thick it is.
It's so much bigger than I anticipated. All alphas have big dicks, but Nick's puts my past boyfriends to shame. It's a good thing my ass is ready for him because I don't think I could handle waiting through a long prep session.
The sensation of his cock pressing against my hole makes my breath catch in my throat. All motion in my body stops as my eyes shut. All my energy is focused on relaxing my opening and letting him in. Fortunately, I don’t need to try very hard. With how freely my slick is flowing, there's almost no resistance as his cock slides into me.
I release a little gasp of pleasure and clutch at his forearms, clinging to him like my life depends on it. Nick grips my waist gently, and he pushes himself all the way in until his balls slap against my skin.
"Nick…you're inside me." I open my eyes and look up at him with lust. Despite the fact that we've overcome this first hurdle, it's still not enough. Not even close.
I meet his gaze, and I can see he feels the same. It’s obvious he wants to let loose and fuck me with reckless abandon. But he's still holding back, trying to make sure I'm completely relaxed and ready before he really lets loose. Despite all the agony he must be in, he's still trying to be an atte
ntive lover. It's touching and makes me fall even harder for the man.
Once again, I feel like a fool for almost walking away.
"Fuck me, Nick." I reach up and press the palm of my hand against his chest. "I need to feel you."
Nick smiles and lifts my hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "Are you sure?" He raises an eyebrow and thrusts gently against my ass. The feeling sends shivers through me, making me even more certain of my answer.
"Stop teasing and just fuck me, please?" I look up at him with the most pitiful expression I can manage under the circumstances. "I know you're trying to be gentle with me, but I'm not a porcelain doll. I won’t break. Please, Nick, do us both a favor, and fuck me hard."
For a moment, he looks at me with a mix of amusement and uncertainty but then begins to thrust into me at a slow and steady pace. His tentative thrusts quickly gain momentum as he realizes that my ass is more than accepting of his wide girth. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me, the sound of skin slapping together, and the scent of sweat and sex all combine to overwhelm my senses.
He's more than I ever could have imagined from a lover.
"Fuck, yes…Nick, just like that," I coax him, hoping he won't let off the speed any time soon. I thrust my hips up to meet his, reveling in the burn and pleasure of his cock sinking all the way into me. My balls tingle and tighten against the base of my cock in that familiar way they do when I’m close to bursting. Sliding my hand along the shaft of my cock, I fuck my fist and moan at the release building in the very pit of my stomach. I'm so close to coming that I don't think I can hold back much longer. Words fail me, and all I'm left with is a heady desire to chase my own orgasm.
"Scotty, baby, I'm…I'm so close." Nick is panting as he leans over me. Sweat is beading across his skin, his breath is ragged, but he has a look on his face that nearly sends me over the edge right there.
