by TJ Cross
"Go on," Tobias said, his fingers trailing along Nathaniel's collar bone as they lay there.
"Well I'm thinking it's about time we make it official on paper. So that our human friends know as well. I was wondering, Tobias Green, if you'd do me the honor in being my husband?" Nathaniel asked.
He looked at Tobias with eyes full of hope and adoration. His stomach did somersaults, having been completely caught off guard by Nathaniel's proposal.
"Oh my God. Yes, fuck yes. Of course," Tobias replied, grinning like an idiot in love. Which he most certainly was.
"Thank you," Nathaniel said, and within a moment he was on top of him.
They made love for hours that night, slowly, passionately. Tobias had never come so hard in his life, and he felt like he said that often, but it was true.
Their relationship had hit him so hard in the beginning that he'd barely had time to catch his breath. As the years went by, his heart had stilled enough for him to enjoy the comfort and security Nathaniel provided him with, as well as all the love and adoration that he showered with each day. But things were never boring in their household. Nathaniel always came up with ways to make their romance exciting. They were happy, they were in love, and they it was always destined for them to be that way.
THE END
OMEGA FOR THE
DRAGON PLAYBOY
TJ Cross
CHAPTER ONE
Oh no, no, no, no -- no way. This can't be happening. I can't be pregnant. I'm a man!
The pregnancy test in my hands showed all the double-line proof I needed. It had to be a mistake, but I couldn't dispute it -- deep down, I knew I was pregnant. 24 years old, a young man out and about in the world, aiming for love and settling for searing hot one-night stands.
But... it couldn't be. It just couldn't be. How could I be pregnant? It wasn't like I failed to register that the phenomenon existed -- being as interested in the world of shifters as I was, and being a gay man, I knew perfectly well that on rare occasions men could get pregnant from having sex with a male shifter... but I didn't think this would happen to me.
My hands were shaking as I finally put the conclusive stick down on the bathroom counter. I glanced at the mirror and started laughing, maniacally laughing, because the idea that I was pregnant seemed so ridiculous and silly that I couldn't believe I was already accepting it as if it was fact.
"No," I said eventually, the smile still on me after the peals of increasingly high-pitched laughter faded away. "I'm going to need a second test."
In the other room I could hear the sound of my phone buzzing but I had better things to do than pay attention to it. Lowering the lid of the toilet, I sat down emulating the Thinking Man, trying to let the idea of -- possibly, my mind screamed -- being pregnant sink it. I needed to feel the horror, the surprise, the shock of it.
It just didn't.
I was taking it remarkably well, as if, yeah, sure, being a pregnant man doesn't sound so bad. "I should be shell-shocked," I chastised myself under my breath.
Closing my eyes, I imagined the world as I knew it ending... but instead, all that happened was that I opened my eyes and life moved on.
Calm down for a second, Finn! I told myself. Maybe I'm pregnant. Not definitely. If I could put off getting that second test, I could naively continue my day thinking this was just some freak accident of my pee.
But the timing made sense...
Nothing could stop me from thinking back to the only possible instance in which I could have, ahem, gotten myself impregnated. The New Year's Eve party at the Pacifica Hotel, sneaking in with Jodie, Rufus and Brett to the big gathering of highbrow shifter families. Not just old money -- very old money. I heard people casually talk about their ages in centuries like it was nothing.
I had gone along with the plan hoping to get laid to mark the end of a miserable year, one in which I had lost my job and lost my passion in what I had previously loved the most. Passion did mark the end of my night that night, when instead of watching fireworks off the ballroom balconies, I was pressed up against a wall in another room, being growled at by someone I could never have... yet was still having me.
"Everett," I murmured his name. In any other situation I would have found him unbearable. A shifter, no doubt, one of the very, very rich ones based on the way everyone, even the other rich ones, sort of treated him like he was royalty. He held the smug smirk of someone whose life would never see any hardship at all, and could coast along on money, if not his terrible handsomeness.
We stumbled into each other while I was getting out of the bathroom, racing to rejoin my friends before the countdown.
Instead, I found myself seduced by a man whose fiery eyes instantly told me what he wanted from me.
Was it still a one-night stand if we spent the whole of that night together? We fucked as one year turned into another, but when he steadied himself after hearing someone call out his name in the corridor, we were ready to separate -- only for Everett to tell me his name and his suite number at the hotel.
"Where were you?" Jodie asked, her arms wrapped around her on-off boyfriend Rufus.
"Enjoying the fireworks in my own way," I said, grinning and wiping sweat off my forehead.
Brett wrapped his arm around me. "Happy New Year, Finn!" I immediately wanted to squirrel my way out of his touch, still finding it awkward that he had chosen this night to reveal his feelings for me.
Unreciprocated, of course, alas.
We had been getting drunk off the free-flow -- I had never even heard of Chateau Copperwind, this extremely fancy vintage of Napa Valley chardonnay they were serving that night in bottles and bottles.
"This is so good," I said to Brett, practically foaming at my mouth. Brett was drinking a little more conservatively, still on the same glass, although he had been a great sport feeding me glass after glass that night.
"Hey, Finn," he said, smiling at me in a way I had never seen him do. "You know, we've been friends for a while now... and I was wondering if you see the possibility of us becoming way more than friends? It's a new year in a few hours, after all. I'd love a new year's kiss from someone I've been holding a torch for for years now..."
Ugh... a flood of embarrassment immediately came over me as I remembered how I had responded to that perfectly polite, if slightly daring, overture.
I laughed in his face.
Then I went off to find someone hot who would take me to bed for the night.
It was selfish, yes, but I had gone so long without sex that I would practically die if I didn't get some encouraging sign that I, Finn Graystone, was desirable and attractive to someone. Anyone.
Preferably someone hot, of course.
And Brett didn't count. No, sir.
Everett saved the night for me. I found him waiting in his suite alone, reading today's issue of the New York Times, barely glancing up at me when I tried the door and found it open.
His was the kind of place you imagined you'd need to be patted down by bodyguards at before you could enter, and even then you'd have three minutes with the rich shifter occupant before some secretary would come in and mention he's late for the next appointment.
But instead I found him perfectly alone. I walked over to him as he lounged on the couch, the expansive wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind him showing the most beautiful view of the city, lit up for the holiday.
"I don't normally like men," he said in an airy, almost haughty manner. This was the first time I noticed the aristocratic British accent, although it sounded softer than what you would hear on TV. As if he had spent years trying to dull it, but it stayed put all the same.
"Could've surprised me," I said, grinning, feeling a rebellious need rise in me. He was straight? Good. Then I was more than happy to challenge his preconceived notions about himself. Maybe he knew it already, maybe he didn't, but all through tonight I was going to give him the best sex he would ever have in his whole life.
And I would have him addicted to
men.
Specifically, me.
"Don't get me wrong, darling, I'm no stranger to a spot of this Turkish type of play we engaged in earlier," he said, keeping the smirk on. "But I confess my lust's still up and I'm wondering if now, with the sort of post-coital recognition of what you are and what I am... yes, I wonder if I'm even going to be interested enough to resume."
"What happens if you're not?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Then all I need to do is call my principal private secretary Julian, who'll pick some supermodel from the selection of many willing and ready partygoers still upstairs."
The arrogance in which he described women -- and men, at least in my case -- as mere vessels for his pleasure only stoked my own desire to show him who was boss.
Shifters. They're always so dependent on their pack roles or whatever, and I could tell that Entitled Everett here had spent all his life being told that as the alpha, he could do whatever he wanted.
"Are you just going to sit back there and lazily receive?" I asked, not interested in being someone's sexual plaything if I didn't get anything out of it.
This rich boy was going to find out that if he wanted anything to do with me he was going to have to contribute.
A tingle ran down my spine as he watched me intently with those piercing ice-blue eyes, reminding me of the way he growled in my ear just before he pulled my pants down and thrusted into me. Absolutely no warning came beforehand, and absolutely no warning was needed.
I had always found joy in being a bottom, and as much as his personality irritated me outside of sex, it was the exact sort of thing that turned me on.
All I needed was to have him shut up and give me another go with that beautiful, large cock of his. This time, of course, with the chance to be able to relax and enjoy him for hours, not worried about being walked in on in the midst of our passionate quickie.
He didn't have an orgasm during our first little rendezvous, but I did, although I was smart enough to cup my hand around the swollen tip of my cock before the moment of no return, catching the full load of my own semen in my hand rather than busting inside my carefully selected designer pants.
Everett had been amused by that, grinning wickedly as he asked me to show him my hand. He even leaned over and kissed my wet palm, tasting me in the process.
That was the exact sort of thing I wanted to do now to him.
He never answered my question, just challenging me quietly, as if he could will me into getting on my knees and blowing him on the damn couch.
The damn alpha was right. Of course he could will me into doing that. I didn't even need to be manipulated by magic at all, in no time I was on my knees, my mouth begging for his cock again, while his hands played against my hair.
We literally tangled together all night, and I didn't have enough fingers or toes to count the number of times we both came.
That might have been a mistake, now. Because at least one of those times he finished inside me had led me to my current problem.
I was pregnant, thanks to the arrogant, cocky shifter rich man.
CHAPTER TWO
Oddly enough, the rest of the day went by without any panic at all. Pregnancy? Who cares! Well, I did, although I did my best to shove it right to the back of my mind.
I was going to have to find some way of getting in touch with Everett again, but that was something I was only willing to do once I had conclusively accepted that I was indeed pregnant.
For the moment, I was more than happy to act like the niggling feeling in the back of my head -- that the impossible was not only possible, but firmly seeded inside a miracle womb now implanted within me -- was just any other thought.
I went over to Rufus' place. He was my best bet right now. I was hoping Jodie wouldn't be there, unwilling to reveal my current conundrum to my best friend, but if she was I would just have to roll with the punches and tell her.
"Hey, man," the athletic black man greeted when I knocked at his apartment door. "What's up?"
"Rufus, I know you don't like to talk about it, but you're part-shifter, aren't you?" I said, speaking a little too quickly for him to catch everything. I had to repeat myself, pacing my words with the fast pace of my breathing.
"Err, why don't you come inside," Rufus said, pulling the door open for me. I immediately sat down on the first seat I could find -- a stool in his kitchenette, facing the kitchen island. There was a steak being prepared. I must have interrupted him eating. "I'm a hybrid shifter child, yeah. But I'm not a part-shifter. There's no such thing as that. Shifters either are or they aren't. And although I'm a hybrid I've never once, well, really shown any potential for any of the powers I should have inherited. That's not a bad thing."
"Rufus, you're about to become a professional soccer player. Jodie's shown me articles about you touting you as the next big thing in Major League Soccer," I pointed out. "That's got to come from your shifter heritage, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not. My granddad moved here from Kenya. Kenyans dominate running and track and field and sports like that, so maybe it's just as much because of genetics."
"Yes," I insisted. "Shifter genetics."
"My mother's a beta werewolf who's not particularly extraordinary, between you and me," Rufus said, looking away. "We don't have that much of a good relationship anyway. She was hoping I would be part of her pack, but why would I when I know I'll never be able to turn into a wolf and howl at the moon the way she does?"
"Okay," I said, needing a conversational hook to segue into the topic I really wanted to discuss. "Hey, in that pack, are any of the wolves gay?"
"Gay?" Rufus laughed. "Are you trying to ask me to hook you up with my mom's family?"
I shrugged, saying nothing.
Rufus laughed even louder. "Shit, son, I didn't know we had a Chosen fanboy right here. You trying to get yourself pregnant by some big, scary alpha wolf?"
My eyes widened. "Don't joke!"
"I knew they're out there, I've seen guys go crazy hoping they can make it happen. Don't know why, personally. Pregnancy's a commitment for life. Shifters know that, they're not big on the whole deadbeat dad thing," Rufus said, his laugh fading as he saw my shocked reaction. "Jeez, Finn, I was only joking. Shit, did I say something really insensitive? Because you're gay, right? Shit, shit, shit, I'm not homophobic, you know that. You're a great guy, man, and I absolutely didn't intend to hurt your feelings."
"It's not because of me being gay," I said, barely able to say the words. "It's because... I think I'm pregnant, Rufus."
"You're joking."
"I wish I was. But I'm not. And as much as I don't want to tell you about what happened... well, the truth is, I've done a test. And my mind tells me I definitely have to be pregnant. Like it's an intuition thing. Like when I think about it my rational mind says 'nah, that's not possible' and rejects it outright, so the idea doesn't stick... but when I'm not actively thinking about it, I can feel that this is the truth," I said, a pleading tone entering my voice. "I don't know what to do, Rufus!"
"Shit, I don't know either, man," Rufus said, pacing around his apartment. "We could get you to a doctor or something..."
"And do what? It's not like they can do an ultrasound on me at this stage. Plus, even I know that human docs don't get the whole magic stuff surrounding male pregnancies," I retorted.
"For a fully human young man you sure do know a lot more about the Chosen than most people," he said suspiciously. "Don't tell me you've actually been sleeping with guys hoping they'd do this to you, Finn."
