Omega House Books 6-10: Alpha Omega MPreg Romance Box Set

by Grace, Aria

  “For now, let’s just focus on the one we’ve got.” I wink and get back in position. “But we can practice making more so that when the time is right, we’re experts at it.”

  Nick laughs as he places his hands on my hips to hold me steady. “Sounds like a plan.”

  I press my hands against the shower wall and spread my legs to give him access. My ass is ready for him, and I push back against him as his cock slides into me.

  “The water’s going to start getting cold soon,” I remind him as he grabs my hips and starts to thrust. “We have to make this quick.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m ready if you are.” His pace is quick and his cock dives into me deeply.

  “Oh fuck…” I moan as I stroke my dick with one hand. Feeling him inside me always sends my body into overdrive. I’ll never tire of the tingling sensation in my balls or the tightness in my cock as his dick rubs all the right spots inside me. Being united with him, like this, makes me feel complete in a way nothing else ever could.

  I lean back into his thrusts, helping him reach spots he couldn’t otherwise. Sex with us is a team effort. Each of brings something to the table to help the other one reach pleasure they couldn’t otherwise.

  “Do you like that?” asks Nick in a breathy voice. “Or maybe you want something else?”

  Before I can answer, he pulls free of me and turns me around. His lips meet mine as he pushes me against the wall. He shifts position, lifting me off my feet and hooking my legs over his forearms.

  In one smooth motion, he guides his cock back into my asshole.

  He presses me against the wall, using it to balance my weight as he drives his cock into me with renewed vigor.

  The new angle rubs a whole new spot that he’s never reached before. The feeling is unlike our previous encounters, and I gasp in pleasure as I loop my arms around his neck.

  “Fucking…fuck…Nick…yes, fuck me.” I know he likes hearing my voice when he’s about to come. My words of encouragement, my random exclamations, my moans and coos all drive him over the edge. They seem to entice him and push him toward new heights.

  And I love watching his expression change in response to my pleasure. It makes me feel powerful and appreciated to know he’s listening to me even when he’s lost in his own ecstasy.

  “I’m not gonna be able to knot you from this angle,” he warns me breathlessly. “Will you let me come on you?”

  “You wanna give me a pearl necklace?” I ask him with a devilish grin on my face. “Pearls make great Christmas gifts, you know?”

  “Maybe I’ll give you some more later,” he promises as he gently lowers my legs.

  As soon as my feet touch the floor of the shower, I lean up and give him a kiss. Still stroking my dick, I slide down to my knees in front of him. With the water washing over us, his dick is glistening and irresistible.

  I greedily take it in my mouth once it’s within reach.

  Nick gasps at my touch, clearly not expecting me to do that. I suck him deeply, bobbing my head and up and down several times before pulling back to catch my breath.

  “You’re naughty,” he chastises playfully.

  “You knew that from the beginning.” I kiss his crown and look up at him. “Now, give me your come, my love. I want my pearls.” I slide my free hand up the inside of his thighs and caress his balls as he begins to pump his dick. I match his rhythm with the pace of my own cock. I’m so close that it’s agonizing, but I want to time it just right. I hate coming alone, and being with Nick has spoiled me.

  His pace increases, and I can see the base of his cock begin to swell.

  “Oh fuck…Scotty. I want…to come…” He gasps, struggling to get the words out. I know that feeling all too well. His mind must be going blank now. All his energy is devoted to his release. His cock and balls are tight as the pressure builds within them.

  I push my own cock harder as I tilt my head back and look up at Nick.

  “I want it, baby. Come for me. Give me everything you’ve got.” I make sure he has a good view of my cock as I pump it toward my own release.

  “Yes, yes…yes… Fuck!” Nick shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the shower as he releases his come across my face and chest and neck. Thick, heavy spurts cover my skin as he grins with self-satisfaction.

  Nick drops to his knees in front of me. “Come for me, baby,” he coaxes, looking me in the eyes. “I want you to spray me with every drop you’ve got.”

  His words send me over the edge, as they always do. I lean back and let my come shoot free. The streams splatter across Nick’s thighs, and he chuckles happily.

  I want to stay and enjoy the moment forever, but we don’t have time right now. He definitely owes me a raincheck for the knot I was promised…

  “Let’s get cleaned up before the water turns cold.” Nick climbs to his feet, offering me a hand because I can barely stand.

  “Too late!” I yelp as ice cold water pours down my back. Nick helps me scurry clear and we cower, in the corner of the shower, giggling like morons.

  “I love you,” Nick says as our laughter subsides.

  I breathe a happy sigh of contentment and look into his eyes. “And I love you.”

  Omega Healed

  Omega House #9

  By Aria Grace

  58

  Billy

  Everything is flashing lights and sirens. My vision is obscured by the oxygen mask that someone’s pressing down over my face. Dark thoughts, memories of being pinned down against my will, flood back to the forefront of my brain. All I want to do is get away.

  I struggle, but I’m strapped down. Secured to the gurney to keep me from rolling off. Panic floods my veins and, I thrash against my restraints even harder.

  There’s shouting all around me. Someone’s calling my name, but I don’t recognize the voice. I’m having trouble focusing on anything. I think I’m in an ambulance, and I’m pretty sure there are two paramedics, one on either side of me. At least one of them is an alpha. I can smell the stink of his pheromones through the plastic of the oxygen mask.

  Just being near him makes me want to vomit.

  My stomach turns and my muscles heave, but nothing comes up. There’s nothing in me to come up. I haven’t eaten in days. I know that much for certain. I’m not very good at life on the street. Trying to find food, clean water, and a place to sleep that’s not exposed to the elements is a lot harder than I ever imagined.

  Still, it’s better than where I was before.

  “William, William! I need you to calm down for me. Can you do that? You’re safe, don’t worry. Okay, William?” The calm, soothing tone of the female paramedic sitting on my other side draws my attention.

  I latch on to her voice like a life raft. Everything’s hazy, and I have no idea what’s going on. I look up at her and watch as she adjusts what looks like an IV bag. My eyes follow the lines down, across her lap, and up the rail of the gurney where I see a needle in my arm. I don’t remember getting stuck with anything.

  “William, do you know what’s going on? Do you know what happened?” The woman continues asking questions I can’t answer.

  I open my mouth to speak, but my throat feels like it’s coated in sand and cobwebs. I swallow and lick my lips before I’m able to talk. “Billy.” I cough and choke out my name. “Not William. Billy.”

  “Okay, Billy. Do you know what happened?” The paramedic gives me a small smile and sounds relieved I’m speaking to her. I’ve watched enough medical dramas to know an unresponsive patient is never a good thing.

  “I don’t...remember. I was walking...” I squint and try not to move as I become aware of the throbbing in my head. With my teeth clenched, I try to push through the pain, but it’s too much.

  “You fell, Billy. You collapsed on the sidewalk outside of the Starbucks on Main Street. Do you remember? Some people saw you and called 9-1-1. We’re taking you to the hospital now.” The paramedic is being patient with me, and her friendly smile is
the nicest thing I’ve seen in ages.

  “How far along are you, Billy?” the alpha asks when I don’t respond.

  “I don’t know.” I refuse to look at him or the massive belly that’s poking out from my midsection. “It’s...at least six months. I haven’t been to a doctor, so I don’t know for sure.”

  The female paramedic looks up at her partner. The two of them share a look and start making notes. By the way they’re looking at me, I can tell they’re concerned about the baby’s welfare. If I was in their place, I would be too.

  The ambulance ride is over before anyone can say anything else. It’s a bumpy transition to the ground, but I’m being wheeled through those massive double doors and into the emergency room before I can really process what’s happening to me.

  My brain is still fuzzy, and the maze of halls makes me feel dizzy from my supine position. I can’t keep track of what’s happening, but somehow, I find myself parked in a triage room. The straps holding me to the pad are removed, but when I test my limbs, I still feel like I’m locked in place. Panic floods my veins when I realize my muscles aren’t responding to me.

  A doctor and several nurses flood into the room, and the paramedics begin rattling off things they’ve noted on the ride over. I hear words like “dehydration, malnutrition, possible organ failure, and potential late-term miscarriage.”

  The last words hit me like a bullet train.

  “My baby, what’s wrong with my baby?” My panic begins to rise again as I clutch my stomach. It’s instinctive, a reaction driven by my primal side. There’s no love in it, no inkling of a father’s care for his child. Just pure animal instinct.

  “Please, don’t worry, Billy. We’ll take care of you,” the doctor assures me as the nurses begin to move in and hook me up to the monitoring machines. “Just relax. You’ve been through an ordeal, and you need to rest.”

  But I can’t do any of those things. There’s too much adrenaline in my system now. There’s something wrong with my baby. Something I caused because of my antics. Running away from Louie was a bad idea. Going it alone on the streets, starving myself, barely scraping along. I did this to us. My baby and me.

  But staying with Louie was a one-way ticket to an early grave.

  If only I wasn’t pregnant.

  I regret the thought almost as soon as I think it. Hot tears roll down my cheeks, and I’m vaguely aware that I’m blubbering nonsense. The doctor says something to the nurses that I can’t hear over the chaos in my head.

  “Here, Billy. Just relax.” One of the nurses speaks to me in a soft tone as he places an oxygen mask over my nose. There’s a faint scent that stings my sinuses for a moment until I get used to it. Then, after a couple deep breaths, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

  * * *

  It’s hard to tell how long I’ve been out, because when I finally wake up, I’m in a different place. Nothing is familiar, but I can instantly tell I’m in a private hospital room, all by myself. It’s spacious and quiet. The curtains are drawn over the windows, but I can tell it’s dark outside. The only light in the room is coming from the open doorway.

  Out in the hall, nurses and patients are moving back and forth with purpose. The pace is a lot less frantic than it was in the emergency room, but there is still a lot of activity. I shake my head, making sure I’m not still asleep.

  When a hot spot in my hip turns into a shooting pain, I shift my weight in the bed and realize my body is sore all over. The worst offender is my head. It aches terribly, and when I reach up to touch it, I notice it’s been bandaged. Several cuts and scrapes have been treated as well, but there’s a new wound in a place I’ve never had one before.

  Across my lower abdomen.

  Bandages are covering the delicate flesh, so I can’t feel it directly, but I know what’s there and what it means. The ache inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Even with the IV in my arm pumping me full of whatever painkillers they’ve got me on, I almost can’t breathe through the weight of it.

  “I thought I heard you moving around in here,” a friendly voice says as a shape appears in the doorway. It’s one of the nurses. He’s wearing scrubs that have a funny print pattern on them. I can’t quite tell from the bed, but I think they’re supposed to be kittens. “I was hoping you’d wake up soon. We’ve got some food here for you, and it’s important you start eating.”

  I frown as he enters the room and approaches the bed. I can tell right away he’s an alpha, and I’m immediately on guard. I don’t want anything to do with him right now, especially not after the threat to my baby.

  I feel the color drain from my face as I press a hand to my stomach. The location of that new wound where my baby should be. It can’t be…

  “What did they do to me?” I demand as I look up at the alpha with a steely glare. “What happened to my baby?”

  The nurse’s expression becomes apologetic, and he averts his gaze. He looks as if he’s trying to figure out how to tell me something extremely difficult.

  “I lost it, didn’t I?” I sink back against my pillow.

  “They had to sedate you. The head trauma, the lack of hydration and nutrition... You had a breakdown and nothing you were saying made sense. Then the doctor realized the baby...was gone, so he had to perform an emergency C-section.” The nurse folds his hands respectfully in front of him. “I’m so sorry to have to tell you all this.”

  Suddenly, I feel tired, like I can’t bear to be awake any longer. My eyes sting, and it takes a second for my brain to register that I’m crying. Something deep inside me feels like it’s snapped in two and won’t ever be put right again. Over the last several months, despite my ambivalence toward the baby I was carrying, there were times when I caught myself picturing my life as a dad. I thought maybe having that baby would turn my life around. It would be a sign that there was still hope left in the world.

  “If you need to talk to someone, there are some very good grief counselors here,” the nurse offers. I can tell he’s trying to be helpful. Like most alphas, he wants to fix me. Make me feel better.

  It’s his job and I respected that, but that doesn’t make me trust him. I can’t tell if he’s actually being genuine or if there’s some ulterior motive to it. Right now, it doesn’t really matter. I don’t want to talk to anyone. “I just want to be left alone.” I twist toward the window and sink farther beneath my blankets.

  He nods and quickly slips out of the room, pulling the door partially closed behind him.

  As soon as I’m alone, the heavy sadness settles in.

  My baby is gone.

  He or she may never have been born, but we did spend the last six months on the run together. That little peanut in my womb gave me the courage to escape Louie. I spent the hardest months of my life without the tremendous burden of being alone.

  For once.

  And yet, my choices were still bad, and I couldn’t give my baby the strength to survive.

  Clutching my blankets in white-knuckled fists, my earlier thought springs to mind.

  If only I wasn’t pregnant.

  Well, it looks like I got my wish. I killed my baby through my negligence. How could I have ever even entertained the idea of being a father?

  If only it had been me instead of the baby. At least my baby would have had a chance to grow up in a nice home with people who loved him or her. People are always trying to adopt newborn babies, right? If I were gone, my baby would probably have grown up happy and healthy and well cared for and never would have known what an awful mess I was.

  I swallow back a lump in my throat at the thought of what Louie did to me. The way he held me down and forced himself on me until I screamed. It hurt every time he wanted to be with me. But he liked it like that. He couldn’t come until there were tears. When he wasn’t treating me like his own personal sex toy, he was beating me, berating me, and treating me like I was less than human just because I’m an omega. His omega.

  The terrifying ring in
his voice fills my mind, and I cringe, holding back the urge to vomit.

  Despite the guilt that pangs at my gut, I don’t regret running from Louie. I don’t regret my decision to get the hell away from him and never look back. I don’t know how many miles I put between us, but I drained my bank account using cash only and walked as far as I could every single day. I crossed at least three states, all while pregnant and alone.

  But, I got away from him. I won’t ever have to face him again. Now I just need to figure out how to face myself.

  59

  Landon

  I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves as I step out into the hallway. It’s hard for me to see one of my patients in the condition that Billy is in now. After looking down at the chart in my hands, I look it over once more.

  Severe dehydration, malnutrition, long term exposure to the elements, a minor concussion, dozens of low-grade contusions, cuts, and scrapes across the entire body. Evidence of old scarring from possible domestic abuse, including old fractures to several ribs and stress fractures to the forearms. Then, of course, late term miscarriage.

  According to the doctor’s notes, it looks like the baby was underdeveloped and had suffered too many developmental setbacks to overcome. Some people might see it as a mercy that it hadn’t had to endure the trauma of being born. Of course, that’s probably not how his father was seeing it.

  Whatever else he’s been through, Billy is—was—a pregnant omega. I’ve seen omegas risk life and limb in order to care for their children. That paternal bond is stronger than anything else in the universe. To lose that so abruptly causes wounds that will never properly heal no matter how much we might wish it otherwise.

  I force the melancholy out of my head and put on a cheery smile as I continue with my rounds. I became a nurse to help people and that’s what I’m going to do. I take pride in the fact that almost every patient who enters my care leaves in better shape than they entered in. Some of my fellow nurses call me a meddler.