Loving The Alpha’s Omega

by Emma Knox

  I ran and ran…ran and ran… I couldn’t delay when the sweetness in the scent started to give way like a dried lemon that was so hard it lost its juices and sourness. The young fruit out there was aging every minute that I wasn’t there to save him from such a dramatic choice. I’d heard the stories. Yes. An accidental death had happened out here. And the bearing that I was treading over with my shoes was evident that it was the same windy and narrow edge that held a sign which read: Caution, beware of steep edge inside of an upside down triangular signpost.

  Another was underneath it; with the words faulty bridge, do not enter. The text might’ve been barely readable, but I understood the dangers. And as I peered out, and squinted in the keen dark, I saw my mate and the smell ended right there with him. I had found him, and he was on the nervy edge with his arms spread like some butterfly waiting to collapse forward in a starfish pose. I rushed over to him with timed baby steps. This cliff wasn’t guarded with any safety fence.

  “H…hi? You might want to rethink being out there. That bridge looks close to collapsing.” I kept my tone friendly and unobtrusive, but his focus was down on that sea. “A nasty fall if made. I know a few have met a bitter end from standing on there.”

  “I’m sure their reasons were similar to mine.”

  At least he talked. “Is that right? So, you have a reason for being out on something so deadly?” It was like his sweltered and drained blackberry smell was no longer there. A fetid and soaked in tofu-pickle stung my unfortunate nose and was pouring from his sweat. He was nervous. Worried.

  “If I do. It’s for me to know.” The bridge creaked its problems to us both; the hammered down nail unable to support the weight of the Omega who kept nearing the edge and holding on to stretch out was lifting itself higher from the ground.

  “Why not see if I can help you? Sometimes it pays to talk to a stranger.”

  The Omega payed me little mind. “Whoever you are, please leave me to the decision that I have made!”

  “I can’t. You’ve involved me in your sadness. If you go over. I will have to jump in and save you.”

  His head lifted, and his gaze wandered off into the distance ahead. I took this as a sign that maybe I was getting through. So, I chanced it, approaching him, but failing again when he yelled out, “Stay back! Stay back!”

  My palms were present in a just relax…just relax motion as I stepped back and gave him time to think about this silliness. I wasn’t one hundred percent sober. And now that I was in a closer proximity, I noticed, neither was he.

  “I’m not coming any closer. It’s all down to you. You make the decision here.”

  “I have. And you need to walk away!” The nervousness broke from that outburst.

  “I told you. I’m in this. If you go over. You’ll be taking another body.”

  “I don’t want you involved!”

  I caught a glimpse of him staring back at me. I had him that much chummier. My ploy was to make him understand that he had another responsibility on his tail: me.

  “I’m involved.” I started to take off my swede loafers that were like indoor slippers with my black socks left to protect me from the hard earth. He was still watching. The bridge creaked, and his expression told me he was probably changing his mind. Then I took off my jacket and laid it on the other side neatly.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting ready to jump.”

  The bridge buckled, making both of us jumpy. I would have to move and think quickly! Time was running out.

  “So, do me a favor, and tell me one reason why I shouldn’t jump down there now and wait for you to come join me?”

  He wasn’t expecting that. “You don’t have any desire to jump.”

  “I do. But I always think to myself when it comes, and I reach that end, that there’s always more to a sad story, you know? That in the final, there has to be a better ending then the one I think I have to take. It can be the same for you.”

  “Life really isn’t that great right now.”

  “I understand. But finalizing that decision with suicide won’t help you see that what I’m saying might just be a safer option. Tomorrow could be a better day.”

  “Cliché.”

  “No. It usually becomes a better day.” That was the final stroke of the hour that changed my perception on life there and then. As if that was the final words that defined his decision, he started to slowly progress backwards, sliding his bare feet back against the metal — and at the same time lowering himself and doing the crab-walk to try and lessen his weight.

  But the bridge was drunk and had enough. I rushed to try and hold it up as the Omega did his best to crawl back faster and faster, but the more he came toward me, the strain that fell upon me was keeping this metal afloat. But I couldn’t anymore as a final snap from the weakly deteriorating metal forced me to see it come apart from the one side — and now the Omega had to quickly flip himself over; make a leap of faith and trust me; and hope to the skies that I would be able to catch him by one arm as the other side slammed into the side of the cliff nosily: preparing to unhinge itself altogether.

  The Omega’s hand was sweaty, but I was stronger than him. I had the advantage as I heaved and placed my other arm close to his shoulder to act as a levy up. The Omega, with all his might, helped me and managed to climb above the surface with his knee next, and then me having to grab the back of his shirt’s neck to get the rest of his body on there. It was not easy. And the bridge complexly unhooked itself as the Omega crumpled with exhaustion onto the ground.

  I ran to get my jacket; helped him to sit upright and placed it through both his arms so that he could be warm. It was getting chillier, so he needed it more than me. I didn’t rub his back or touch him. I gave him space. Let him regain his own conciseness. He did after a few minutes. Then I bent down and rubbed along his spine. He stared at me sharply for doing this. I stopped.

  “Don’t stop. It actually feels good.”

  I returned to see he had the most golden eyes I’d ever seen. And they were telling me to kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him! So, I did…as I held his face and brought him close.

  We were kissing under the moonlight. But the romance was absent. And the urge of two who had not touched another’s body for a while took us over. It was unfamiliar to me, when I ripped open his shirt and ran my palm all the way down to his navel area. He grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue inside my mouth as I hastily unbuckled his belt and hurriedly strung it off and slung it to the side.

  Our tongues didn’t match in the whirlwind. We were going at different rhythms: stopping and starting prematurely. I had his shirt off. And he was trying to remove my sweater. To speed things along, I raised my arms up high and he had an easier time of it. We were both bare chested, and horny. His hands rubbed against my middle as I grabbed his wrist and made him press down harder. As hard as he could! I guided that wrist like a lever as it dug in deep.

  It started to feel good for me. He saw that and upped his tempo. When the bulge started to push through my jeans I guided his hand all the way down my torso, and then inside as he clumsily went along with it. His hands were cold. So, I kept them on top of my boxers: that soon warmed him up. He bat his eyelids at me shyly. As an Alpha, I was feeling a little rusty. But we both didn’t care for the errors.

  I kissed him on the lips. Then he licked the bottom of my chin – causing the tip of my own tongue to flicker out for a lizard tussle. We did, as I started to use his hand as an ejaculator mechanism for the insider job. My boxers were in his hand as we continued to fiercely create reeds and waves of motions that awoke the hormones in us. The Omega bit my tongue. I playfully hissed: confidence was growing, but the nervousness and awkwardness was still there.

  I pushed him back, not roughly, I still found him to be quite fragile. He sat on his butt and I began to pull off his dressy trousers. His boxers were a sky-bound blue with white polka dots. He was already hard when I got to my feet, dropped my boxers, a
nd took my piece into my hands, stroking the line so that he could get himself off. It worked after a few minutes. I wanted him to take me in his mouth as I dangled it, slapped my cock on his nose, and then gently placed it inside his mouth as it was already an open plan.

  I was excruciatingly in need of that. When he started to get into it, I grabbed the back of his hair and caressed him, dragging his head all the way back so I could investigate those golden eyes of his. A rare treat. The shifter in the heat. The eyes of one who wasn’t human in that fuck making process. I eased his head back, so he could swallow me whole again. He became frisker as teeth marks were surely seen down there. I liked it.

  After he had got me stiff, he rolled over onto his belly and spread his legs out wide, so I could see in-between his anus area. “You can put your tongue in there.”

  It made him wet when I licked like a horse who loved the cube of salt. I went over and over in the same area, until I heard him quietly exclaim in pleasure. Sticking my finger in my mouth, getting it drizzly, I then placed it inside the rectum nice and easy.

  He tensed those muscles, and I had to slowly work my way in. Just like when I had to insert my long john…inch-by-inch, he flinched. Inch-by-inch, I was nearly in. Inwards and outwards, he was patting down on the grass as I came to lie on top of him. I could see on his face that he needed to be head down to cope with the tightness that may have even taken him by surprise.

  I waited, but found it hard. Being inside him was…seeing his bare back and massaging his shoulders was…penetrating him with my hairy ass to the moon was…it became a night that saved me. I didn’t add any of my old tricks to the penetration.

  The whole time he was burying his face into the very low grass, not moaning with pleasure, but telling me, “That feels good.” He sounded breathless. “Don’t stop doing it like that to me.” He was enjoying it.

  But I wasn’t able to last the whole lap, and when I stopped and collapsed upon him tiredly, he tried to bounce me up and down to get back to work.

  “Are you not satisfied?” My head was resting on his back. I was knotted inside him.

  “I just don’t want you to finish.”

  “It’s been awhile for me. I…I think my steam engine is out.”

  “You were good.”

  “You not just saying that, huh?”

  “Would I still be wobbling my ass and trying to get you to renew the start up? I honestly needed that.”

  “Me to.”

  An awkward silence ensued as I held him for a while. I wasn’t sure if I should get off him. He seemed so relaxed with me on top. I was more on the relieved end of things. A bubble had burst like chewing gum and that meant that I should steadily be on my way to recovery. The sex had enlightened me and had given my body a revitalizing kick-up the rear. I was feeling twenty-years-old again, cocky. Score one for me. A good fuck with the Omega. I was still inside. He didn’t want me to detach just yet, and I wasn’t sure my knot would release. With a sigh, I realized a moment that might have led me to my own contemplation of suicide, was now a new chapter for me to endure.

  After my knot loosed, I gently pulled out and said, “I’ll take you home.”

  Chapter 5

  Ian

  I hadn’t noticed how properly buff he was until the shirt that he gave me made me feel like I had a lot of bench pressing and weight lifting to do. I was scrawny; although I had a swimmer’s torso on me with an eight pack. I still found him to be bigger than any Alpha I had been with. Drew was nowhere this big. He was petite with a more slimline funnel of a body. It was my type, but I was surprised to be quite turned on by his broadness and flexed out way of walking.

  We got clothed, him with his back to me, and vice-verse. There wasn’t much conversation. I was still reeling from my decision to end it all. But the sex had made up for it more than I could describe. I wanted to thank him and tap him from behind, but I caved in and blushed when I got a snapshot of him pulling up his Emporia boxers and covering his behind.

  We walked through the woods. Past the lodge, and on route to my home which was all-in-all a forty-five minute walk. He has a lovely vibe about him. There was something in him that had been set free. At one point, he dropped a handkerchief, and on it was speckles of blood stains.

  “Did you get hurt?”

  Garret frowned and then shocked me with a grin. He looked to his handkerchief that he’d picked up and was about to tuck away. “Oh. No. This is uh…I wasn’t well, and that illness involved me coughing up blood.”

  “What illness was that? If you don’t mind me asking?”

  “Bronchitis, or whatever the doctor told me. But I should be on the mend now.”

  “Did the doctor give you the all clear?”

  “No. I find the all clear.” And then up until my house, nothing more was said.

  “You have a nice home.”

  “Thanks.”

  He looked up to it. “You were prepared to leave this behind?”

  “I guess at the time I wasn’t thinking on property and material gain.”

  “Yeah. I think your home’s come to life.”

  It was early hours, reaching 8 a.m., which I expected everybody to be asleep. But as soon as I came through that door, I was bombarded by my entire family. Ethan and Trevor were first, throwing their arms around my neck and drawing me in for a threesome hug. Ethan was the last to embrace from behind me. Then they both let go, took my hands and I followed them into the kitchen.

  My…new friend…inconspicuously came too, he didn’t stay in the foyer. They were loud enough, that I knew he heard it all.

  “We were worried about you! You just left the party with no real explanation to why!”

  “I had to go for a walk, Ethan.”

  “In your bare feet again?”

  “I prefer it that way.”

  Trevor scrambled my unkempt blond hair. Then he brushed off the dirt from my shirt as he gave me a medical examination. “Were you rolling on the ground? Your shirt is filthy.”

  I flinched. I watched my friend withdraw into himself. “I—” The pitter–patter of size two and three shoes meant that my little brother Martin and my little sister Malena were entering into this family reunion, the only one missing was Damien and I had to wonder where he’d gotten to. The little ones grabbed onto my legs. And for fun, I took them for a tour of the kitchen they already knew, like Frankenstein with my arms outstretched and legs spread wide with them giggling.

  But whenever my siblings would grab me in such a ‘please don’t leave’ manner, I knew it was their young minds showing as much as they could, that they love me.

  “You home now?” Martin said with his thumb in his mouth. I put the tour on hold to comfort him with a pat on his head. It was like seeing my mini-me.

  “Ian, where you go?” my little sister Malena brought on the guilt rollercoaster.

  I patted her head too. Then moved to their height and kissed their foreheads and hugged them until I knew that they were able to look past my absence.

  “I’ll make sure to let you know when I go out so late. It was naughty of me, right?”

  They both nodded so seriously that Ethan, Trevor, and even my silent-lamb friend snickered at the toddler’s authority.

  “Now where is Damien?”

  “Napping,” Ethan supplied.

  I nodded as the little ones ran off to play tag in a lighter mood. I had survived their telling off. No slap-slap-slap either. I did well. I watched them run into the garden as Trevor opened the door and Malena was struggling to catch the fleet-footed and older by a year Martin. He should be a runner one day.

  A few hours ago, I might have been lying dead, and Ethan and Trevor would have to make up a lie explaining that I had gone to join my other Wolf descendants who chose the route of death before their time. There would be no honor in it. And I wanted to vomit. I turned from them in shame, and saw my friend instead, who gave me a shoddy smile as if he knew what I was experiencing and walked away to the front
door.

  “You don’t have to leave.”

  He stopped and turned to me.

  “I’m sure Trevor and Ethan want you to stay for a meal?”

  Trevor replied, “Yes. So sorry. We should thank you for assisting Ian home.”

  “It’s no problem.”

  “Do you want some meat? We have some imported deer hide if you’re interested?” Ethan, the lover of food, invited. “I like to season it. We usually cook it for the youngsters. But…if you would like it raw, we have that too.”

  “No. I um…I should be heading back. I have my own clarifications to do. I’m also in the grey zone.”

  “Right.” Trevor and Ethan both shook his hand.

  “You have power in those hands,” Ethan said, obviously impressed with the firmness and how he let go.

  “Genetic,” my friend joked. “Anyway, I’ll be seeing you.”

  Trevor opened the door for him and pat him friendly on the back as he stepped out.

  I followed him. “I’m just going to see him off.”

  Trevor nodded and went back to check on the toddlers.

  I shut the door for him, and realized he had hoped I would come out. “They really love you.”

  “They sure do.”

  “We haven’t even introduced ourselves. I’m Garret.”

  “Ian.” I started to feel diffident toward Garret. Such a gentle soul and it was painting me pink and girly. I would be twirling my hair next and applying eyeshadow and blusher to make sure that I looked attractive enough for him. I noticed that I was a mess. But so was he.

  Garret caught me off guard with, “I’m really glad you didn’t jump.”

  It was the quietness in his words that had me gulping down my salvia over and over.

  “And I’d really like it if me and you could go out for dinner. Get to know each other more than just a night of passion? You don’t have to answer right away—”

  “Yes!” I might have come across a little too eager with chewed lips, which was a bad habit when I felt insignificantly helpless to the magnetism of an attraction. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but the discomfort was in not being sure of the other’s intention. “I’d…I’d like for us to get to know one another more.”