His Prairie Omega Box Set

by MacKenzie Wilde

  In that dark, sweaty tangle upon the bed, Jake decided that if he did, he wouldn’t have pull out. It was, after all, what he wanted. Intimately sharing the beautiful body of a hot, cutesy Omega that he’d had a crush on since childhood was all he’d ever wanted. On a deep, primal level, he knew that even if it meant a dozen pups, it was worth it – he’d get to spend the rest of his life with someone he truly loved, and he’d get to bury his powerful meat deep inside of the quivering Omega’s hot flesh each and every night.

  The Omega did the unexpected. Kyle groaned slightly as he pushed back, impaling himself deeply upon Jake’s glorious, throbbing rod. “…definitely j-just the tip…”

  Jake triumphantly roared with lust, his hands almost immediately gripping his lover’s hips. He relished the sight of the rest of his glistening shaft as it was swallowed up inside of Kyle’s flesh inch by inch.

  Jake’s raw meat began to pump and thrust deeply inside of Kyle’s perfect body. Feeling his lover’s strong, powerful thrusts penetrating him so deeply surged him ever closer to the edge. He hadn’t counted on how hot and ready to blow all that teasing would’ve made him. Not wanting to disappoint the Alpha, Kyle rocked his hips back and forth against the Alpha’s powerful body, ensuring that their rhythmic motion kept the two of them slapping against one another in the filthiest of ways.

  The fact that during the some of the deepest thrusts, Jake’s massive rod tugged back against Kyle only confirmed that his lover’s achingly perfect shaft was knotted fully inside of his fertile asshole. Jake couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. No more games and no more teasing. There was no going back for either of them.

  “I think… I’m… close…” It was all he could do to groan approvingly as he continued to push his wildest boundaries. Panting and heaving as Jake worked him hot and hard, Kyle licked the sweat from his lips and decided to up the ante.

  “That’s so fuckin’ hot…” Jake practically growled as sweat glistened and gleamed along his rock-hard muscles. Drunk with his Omega’s pheromones as he was, he could go all night.

  “F-f-fill me with your seed Jake, make me yours…breed me hard, baby!” The words shot through the Alpha like an electric shock. They were everything that he needed to hear and then some, and spoke to him on a deeply instinctual level. His grip on Kyle’s hips intensified as his thrusts became harder and more aggressive while the Omega’s pitiful gasps of joy only pushed him ever onward.

  “Fffuck… hard…harder… harder baby… use me-e-e….” Kyle had never before experienced the full force of an Alpha like this, nor been so thoroughly pumped and knotted this hot, nor this raw. He had gladly taken his dominant’s hard meat, slippery wet and totally bare, and knew that he’d been knotted at least twice. Some distant part of him knew that they were playing a dangerous game but he didn’t care. His own hard cock was seconds from release and glistening wet at the thought of how thoroughly he was being used by the man he loved.

  Jake leaned down, still grasping his Omega, and placed a sweltering bite upon Kyle’s shoulder. He roared gutturally, closed his eyes tightly, and released himself deep inside of him. Kyle’s swollen ass filled with a hot burst of the Alpha’s thick, gooey cream. It filled him warmly and flooded him deeply as Jake’s breathing intensified. Kyle spilled messily upon the bed sheets below as he felt his own rumbling orgasm overtake him. It was hard to focus and much too pleasurable to stop so he gave into the warming sensation fully.

  A few more satisfied thrusts and all that the two of them could hear was their panting, heaving gasps for breath, all they could feel was the powerful thundering of their blood pumping in their veins, and all either could sense was pure, white-hot contentment as Alpha and Omega bathed joyously in each other’s alluring pheromones.

  As Jake rose, Kyle moaned with deviant delight – he relished the feeling of his lovers’ hard, spent cock unfurling from his worked hole. The delicious slurping noise of spent flesh upon spent flesh curled his toes and sent shivers along his spine. To the Omega, it was nothing less than the perfect sound of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.

  Jake rolled onto his back and continued to catch his breath as Kyle snuggled against his chest. The Alpha’s arm cradled the slender Omega as he leaned in closely. Not that they needed them, but considering what they’d just done, neither had any luck finding any words for a good, long while. They instead listened to the ocean-like sounds of each other’s breathing, the rising and falling of their heaving chests. Their sweat gradually cooled as fatigue began to creep along their limbs. Neither had any idea how long they’d lain together and neither cared.

  Before he drifted too closely to sleep, Kyle was roused by something dull that slapped his leg. It was Jake’s massive rod, hard and ready to go – it fell under its own weight and startled Kyle.

  “Christ, you’re still good, eh?” Kyle whispered in a sleepy voice.

  “Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who keeps doin’ what you do.” Jake placed a little love bite upon Kyle’s shoulder, rubbing the spiky stubble of his chin along his flesh.

  “Mmm. You’re too good…,” Kyle mused as he slunk along the bed. His legs were tired and wobbly but he rose from the mattress and made his way to the bathroom.

  Flicking the lights on Kyle stepped into the shower. After deflecting the first cool burst of water with his hand, it gradually warmed up. Within moments he was wrapped in a cloud of steam as he was bathed in gloriously warm spray. It was intensely enjoyable and he ran his fingers through his hair and beard as the jets of heated water smoothed away the aches and fatigue that their joyful exertion had brought. He reached for some of the Alpha’s body-wash, a manly affair that featured pine and something crisp that Kyle couldn’t quite put his finger upon.

  Jake pulled back the shower curtain slowly and drank in the scene of his svelte boyfriend massaging the soapy water all along his skin.

  “Room for one more?” The Alpha playfully asked, as he stepped inside the shower and tugged the curtain closed behind him. He held the Omega from behind, warm and playfully, as he placed sweet little kisses upon his shoulders.

  “That depends, are you willing to pay the toll?” Kyle asked without even looking at him. He could feel Jake’s hard cock digging into him already, but didn’t want to skip this beautiful time together. He handed Jake the sponge that was hanging up beside the showerhead. It was shaped like Thor’s hammer, although Kyle knew that it was still just a loofah gussied up for the Alpha’s manly sensibilities.

  “Probably.” Jake chuckled as he took the scrubber. He soaked it in warm water, gave it a brief wring to let a frothy mass of foam pour from it, and then began to drag it across Kyle’s trembling form. He fixed his gaze upon his Omega and began to softly touch the soapy sponge to his flesh. Jake continued making slightly larger circles, and ran the sponge along his arms. Kyle stared downward, glancing briefly at the whirls of foams that clouded their feet. Water drizzled from his nose and chin pleasingly as the gentle swirls caused him to revel in the delicate touches.

  “I was wondering when that was going to happen,” Kyle purred as he felt the Alpha’s slippery rod brush past his thigh. He smiled and leaned forward, bracing his hands against the walls.

  “Oh well, I uh…” Jake seemed a little embarrassed that he’d cut their tender time short.

  “Be careful big daddy,” he cooed in a silken, taboo tone. “You don’t want to get me all dirty so soon after we got me all cleaned up.” Kyle rolled his hips back, presenting his aching, worked hole to the Alpha, and tossed a smouldering glance back over his shoulder.

  Jake was stunned. The water from the shower continued to rain freely upon them, but beyond the wet slap of the loofah falling to the floor of the tub, the bathroom was silent. Kyle was about to goad his paramour further but closed his eyes with forbidden delight as he felt Jake rubbing the flared head of his shaft against the Omega’s delicate bottom. He reached around and grasped Kyle’s neck gently as he began to place sweet little bites and kisses upon his sm
aller lover’s neck.

  Ever the responsible one, Kyle was aware of the serious risks that they were taking but on some profound level didn’t seem to care much. He shuddered in agony as his Alpha’s meat eased slowly inside, plumped and slick from their debauched labour only minutes prior.

  “You feel… so damned good…” Jake slowly spoke as he carefully sunk himself as deep inside of his Omega as he could go, before easing out with grace and gentleness. Quite unlike their earlier wild and savage affair, this was slow, deliberate, and careful. Kyle was tender in all of the best ways, and slippery from use, so much so that Jake easily hilted balls-deep inside of the Omega’s gaping hole. When the Alpha’s prickly stubble brushed past his ear, or when he felt his sweltering breath against his tender skin, Kyle clenched his eyes tightly and pushed back. Whereas earlier they’d fucked in the darkness, here they shared their love under the warmth of the water.

  They did not speak, but rather did all of the communication that was needed through teasing touches, delicate gasps, or soft, careful caresses. Kyle knew that Jake was close, and so desperately wanted to please his Alpha, to share something wonderful, beautiful, and intensely delicate with him. Whether Jake could see it or not, he bit his lip and began slowly grinding his hips back to meet the Alpha’s. It sent little shivers cascading along both their forms. Kyle yelped softly in approval, which only spurred his dominant onward.

  Jake grasped his slender boyfriend and held him tight. The Omega could practically feel Jake’s heartbeat against his back. He leaned in and whispered something barely audible as the water cascaded freely over his face. It muffled the words, but they still came through.

  “You’re so… damned perfect…” Jake whispered in a low tone, as the first trembles of yet another orgasm began to sweep over him. Kyle could only moan in ecstasy. He was too lost in his own wave of sensations that began to crash over him. They came together in the near silence of the shower.

  While lustful fires burned brightly inside of Kyle, hotter still was his devotion to this beautiful man, this gorgeous beast. He knew that at one point he’d worried so much about losing himself to an Alpha, but this was somehow different than what he’d ever imagined. The Omega realized that he wasn’t losing himself in loving an Alpha, but that he was gaining a partner, a lover, and a friend. Tears welled up and were immediately washed away by the ceaseless patter of the shower.

  Weak, spent, and drunk on love, they remained in the shower for only a few moments more. Jake turned the squeaky old faucet off and stepped out of the tub. He produced an old, fluffy towel for Kyle to dry himself with. It faintly smelled of mildew, “but it was the cleanest thing I got,” the Alpha admitted sheepishly.

  Jake helped him towel off, softly patting it here and there as if he suddenly believed that the Omega was made of glass.

  “You can go a little rougher than that,” Kyle snarked at him. Still, he was touched by the giant’s sudden gentleness with him.

  Once dry, the lovers crawled back into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Flopping onto his back, Jake’s arms fell to his side and nearly took up the whole of the King-sized mattress. He was snoring in less than ten seconds. Sometime between falling asleep and getting into bed he’d kicked off half of his comforter, but it was the perfect opportunity for Kyle to snuggle in. Kyle curled in and was surprised that Jake was as warm as he was. Cosy and snug, the Omega remained awake just a little longer than Jake did.

  Much was running through his tired mind. Was he truly feeling this way about Jake or was it simply the result of being love-drunk on his potent pheromones? Calmer now, and physically exhausted, he felt that he’d know if it were truly their feelings rather than a primal, animalistic lottery to keep another generation of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas going. Still, he worried. Would they still feel this way in a week, a month, or a year? What about tomorrow morning? Doubt tugged at the edges of his mind. He frowned. Kyle was struggling to figure out how the past few steamy nights together would fit into their lives. His insecurities were gone, but uncertainties about their future remained. He wondered what it meant for his return to Toronto and the life that he had established there, prior to the life that he had established here.

  In the few dreamlike seconds before he actually drifted off, he thought about their intertwined lives. He cared about Jake, and worried about him, and often thought of their lives together, but did Jake do the same? Maybe he’d ask him tomorrow; that was the easiest way, he reasoned. It would be over a dinner, but not with his family, and not at McRorie’s.

  Maybe he could ask on a hike? Or go on a picnic with Jake.

  It would be nice. Trees. Jake.

  Bow River. Jake.

  Sleep.

  Twenty One

  The Alpha was an early riser, and slipped out early for his morning jog. While the whole experience barely lasted a few seconds, he momentarily recalled, rolling over upon the massive bed and frowning to himself that his Alpha wasn’t there. He saw darkness beyond the Venetian blinds and slumped back to sleep.

  The next time he heard the clatter of noises was something from the kitchen. Metal? Glass? Someone was in the kitchen. The more Kyle tried to keep his eyes open, the more he realized that water was boiling. But at some point he gave in and returned to a bleary, hot, and unsatisfying slumber.

  “Hey bud, you awake?” Jake’s voice was hazy and seemed to come from everywhere. Kyle shot up and realized that he was still sleeping in the wide, king-sized mattress. The sheets had been pulled up while the pillows had been balled around him, in a sort of defensive perimeter.

  “…I…yep…gimme a minute…” Kyle rolled slightly before propping himself up on one elbow and surveying the dim room. Wonderful smells began to filter into the room. From which direction and from where, the tired Omega could not tell. The bright red haze of the clock indicated that it was half-past six. The room was much darker than it should’ve been – the Venetian blinds had been shuttered, making it hard to focus.

  “You’re sooo not up,” Jake dryly snarked. “Anyhow, when you are, I brought you the breakfast of champions.” As Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he realized that Jake was holding a serving tray with a plate, silverware, and a mug upon it. The wonderful aroma of dark coffee filled the room, and was chased by something else. It reminded Kyle of bread but was somehow sweeter. Beneath all of it was the rich, fatty haze of fried starch. The Omega’s belly began to rumble angrily.

  “French toast!” Kyle gasped as he sat up, nearly toppling the tray that Jake was holding. A series of powerful memories, snapshots almost, all came tumbling back to him. In order to save up for college, Jake ended up working as a short-order cook at an all-day breakfast place when they were all young pups. His knowledge and ability with all things breakfast were jealously guarded and as far as Tyler and Kyle were concerned, second to none. It had been so long since he’d been able to personally enjoy his friend’s home cooking.

  “Yep. Well, French toast, coffee, and home fries, but one out of three ain’t bad. I kinda figured that, uh… you’d be hungry after last night.” Jake righted the tray and placed it upon the bed, lining it up so that Kyle could recline as he dined. Two small bowls of dark liquid, ketchup and maple syrup, threatened the cleanliness of the sheets should they not be respected.

  The Omega was truly touched. It was simple, kind, and meant the world to Kyle.

  He patted the bed beside him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

  “Oh, sure thing. Just coffee for me though. I uh, was a little rusty with the French toast and wanted to get it just right for you. Shoot, probably ate like three of the damned things myself. I’m used to cooking alone, and uh, tend to eat on the go…” Jake looked away sheepishly, suddenly becoming quite ashamed that he’d downed so much of the food alone.

  Kyle shook his head. He opened his mouth in a grin as if to speak, but there was nothing to be said. “I…well, can’t argue with that – you always did graze as you prepped.” He was about to take
a sip of his coffee when Jake beamed his winning, toothy smile.

  “…four sugar, four cream, right?” He pointed playfully with an expectant look upon his face.

  Kyle bellowed a sudden guffaw that nearly tilted his tray over. “Not in at least three years,” he remarked as he chewed some syrup-drenched breakfast. “No, I’m mostly black now.”

  “Straight black? Nothing else? Jeez, that city really changed you, eh?” The Alpha’s eyebrows rose in subtle shock at the discovery. Kyle’s coffee could formerly pass as a liquid dessert designed for an Alpha’s metabolism, but now, it was simply the dark, bitter eye-opener enjoyed most of the adult world over.

  “Yeah, I’m a boring old mutt now.” Kyle waved his hands in exaggerated manner. “But this’ll do.”

  The two of them reclined upon the bed and sipped their way into a warm, comforting silence.

  Once his mug was halfway drained, Kyle perked up. “Oh! I’ve been thinking that it might be nice to head on down to the rocks by the Bow River and maybe just make a day of it? Go for a dip, a hike, nice picnic lunch too?”

  “That would be great.” Jake smiled his agreement. “But I’ve got a lot of stuff to get through with HQ. They’re getting panicky and I probably won’t be free till after five or so.”

  Although Kyle never wanted to extend the invitation as far as he was about to, he had to get a better idea about where they were with each other in their lives. He had to roll the dice and hope that his father wouldn’t say something weird (again) or scary that might sour Jake to their relationship.

  “Well, why don’t you… come over to my place for dinner afterwards? I mean, we’d still be hanging out and then maybe we could go for a night drive to the river afterwards? Like a real drive too, but it can turn into a sexy one halfway through if you play your cards right. You know, the stars are beautiful when they’re not hidden behind clouds of smoke.” He only turned to sarcasm, the second official language of Toronto, out of a sudden, tingling fear of rejection. As he spoke he dredged a fried piece of potato through ketchup drawing little circles on his plate.