Under Siege: A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle (Omega's Under Siege)

by Aiden Bates

  Jason allowed Charlie to pick him up, but apparently only because that brought him closer to the ice cream bucket on the counter. “Looks like he’s Jason’s penchant for sweets,” Charlie said with a laugh.

  “He’s like my brother in a lot of ways,” Teddy said as he stood next to Silas and Charlie. “Wanna take him out back? Dad dug up our old baseball gloves—we could toss the ball around for a while.”

  As Silas, Teddy, Jason and Charlie disappeared to the backyard, bundled up to stave off the January chill, our second arrival showed up at the front door.

  “Hey, Marcos.” I gave him what looked like a much-needed hug before pulling him inside, happy to see the dark circles were lightening up a little beneath his eyes. “Want some ice cream?”

  “I’m okay, but thanks. Just…happy to be here, really. Thanks for inviting me.”

  There was a slump to Marcos’s walk as he went out to the kitchen, but for the most part he looked like he was holding up okay. As the night wore on, he and Charlie seemed to bond over showing little Jason how to work his toddler-sized baseball glove. A couple of times I thought I even caught the two of them almost smiling.

  “It was sweet of you to invite him, you know. Charlie, too.” Logan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding my back against his chest. “Those two… They’ve lost a lot. It’s good to see them around people. Getting to enjoy all this lovey-dovey family time.”

  “And how are you enjoying the lovey-dovey family time, Sarge?”

  I laughed as Logan shivered at his nickname. Despite his rapidly approaching retirement, he still got a kick out of it when I called him by his rank instead of his name. But apparently I was the only one who elicited that response. Must have been the way I said it.

  “I’m loving it, sweetheart. Wouldn’t have been possible without you.”

  The guest list was finally rounded out just after sunset with the arrival of Mitch. To my amusement, he’d brought a friend.

  “I just let myself in,” Mitch announced as he came out through the patio door, hand in hand with a handsome, dark-haired omega. “I can do that now, right?”

  Logan gave me a desperate look that said, please tell him no.

  I only laughed. “You must be Oliver,” I said to Mitch’s boyfriend.

  Oliver nodded, and Mitch beamed with pride. “Yeah. Isn’t he delectable? Completely delicious, right?”

  Oliver gave a little groan in response. “Please stop talking about me like you want to eat me, babe.”

  I glanced over at Logan, who was shooting me another wordless look. This one said, omegas can date omegas now?

  I knew about Oliver, of course. Mitch had told me all about him. He was the client he’d been actually dating. I squeezed Logan’s hand and returned his look with one of mock sympathy. I know, what is this world coming to?

  In reality, when I tried to compare all of this to my childhood, I really did have to wonder what the world was coming to. I had the world’s sweetest, best smelling baby in my arms. The man of my dreams by my side. My brother and his omega in my backyard, arguing over whether little Jason would bat left or right handed. My two best friends—one happily married, the other obviously very much in the throes of new love—clucking over a giggling little girl who was, technically, my grandchild as they sat on the porch. Even Charlie and Marcos seemed to be getting along well. They made a quiet exit an hour after their arrival, deciding to go together to squeeze one more visit with Pedro in the coma ward before the night was over.

  It was so beautiful, it hardly seemed real, let alone possible, given the hellish family life I’d been raised in. But in the end, it looked like Garret and I had made it out okay. We were finally happy. Safe. Secure in our relationships and perfectly poised to live good, comfortable lives.

  As the evening wore on, Logan disappeared into the garage for a few minutes. When he came back, he had two bottles of champagne in his arms.

  “Thought we might pop these,” he explained. “Picked them up at the store earlier and thought… Well, it’s good to have everyone under one roof for a change. We ought to celebrate. Want to head into the kitchen and grab some glasses?”

  Appropriate glassware obtained, Logan and Garret loosened the corks from the bottles while Teddy and I passed around the drinks. The night was just beginning to reach that pleasant kind of warm, and the champagne was delightfully cool and sweet when I raised it to my lips.

  “No,” Logan chided me fondly. “Not yet. Gotta make a toast first.”

  Logan waved us all around; babies, toddlers, family, friends and all.

  “What are we toasting to?” I asked with a wry grin. Logan was a man of so few words, the idea of him making a toast was kind of remarkable.

  “To family,” Logan said, nodding with certainty. “Biological and otherwise. And most of all, to baby Carter.” A grin crept into Logan’s expression as he stared down at his wide-eyed youngest son, cradled safely in the crook of my arm. “The newest addition to our little unit.”

  “Hooah!” Garret bellowed in agreement, raising his glass high.

  We all echoed the noise—current and former military or not. It carried on into the night, the cool bubbles fizzing on my tongue one moment, then Logan’s lips on mine the next.

  Epilogue

  Logan

  Retirement tasted like the black coffee served at my goodbye party and a chocolate cake from the Love Muffins bakery. Quite literally, bittersweet. But as I came home in my uniform for the final time, I couldn’t help but feel as though this wasn’t really the end of things for me.

  For my career, maybe. It was a career I’d spent my entire life working on building, but it was now cashed out and turned into pension checks. Free time. But as luck would have it, my career wasn’t the focal point of my life anymore. Before Bennet and baby Carter, losing it might have felt like losing a limb. Now I had our new little family to focus on, it felt more like a haircut. One that had been much needed for a long, long time.

  I chuckled to myself as I came in through the front door and caught sight of myself in the hall mirror. For the first time since I was eighteen, I could actually get away with skipping a few haircuts for a little while. Grow out my beard, maybe. Try something new. Change still made me bristle like a stray cat on a fence post, but it was something to think about, at least.

  Over the last year, I’d learned a thing or two about change. How it could actually do an old stick in the mud like me a world of good.

  “You’re home.” Bennet came around the corner with four-month-old Carter on his hip and a warm smile to greet me. “How’d your last day go?”

  “Good, yeah. Really good.” I shifted my left hand behind my back immediately, not wanting to spoil the surprise I held in it. But if anything, that motion only drew the attention of Bennet’s watchful gaze.

  “Don’t tell me you brought flowers. You might be softening up, but I didn’t think you were going to turn into a walking cliché.”

  “Cliché of what?”

  Bennet smirked. “Some kind of rom-com protagonist, I guess. The kind of husband that omegas post on their Facebook pages to brag about to their less fortunate friends, maybe.”

  “Not your husband yet,” I said, reminding him. “Still six weeks until the wedding. Figure this retirement will give me just enough time to help you plan it.”

  “Plan it?” Bennet’s eyebrows shot upward—then lowered again when he realized what I was doing. “Oh, no. You’re not distracting me with wedding talk now, Sarge. What’s behind your back?”

  Sheepishly, I held out the manila envelope I’d picked up on the way back from the base. Bennet traded me Carter in exchange for it, giving me a chance to kiss my baby boy while Bennet opened the packet up to study the contents.

  “What is this?” Bennet blinked down at the stack of forms inside the envelope in confusion. “Some kind of…survey or something?”

  “It’s an application, sweetheart,” I said, coming up behind
him so I could point to the title at the top of the first form. “For Fort Greene Community College.”

  Bennet snorted. “So now you’re retired, you’re trying to get me out of the house, huh?”

  “I’m trying to get you into the nursing advancement program, actually,” I said with a little laugh. “There are even a few scholarship applications in the back for omega fathers who are looking to go back to school. Figure with the way Dr. Smith is always bragging about you, you’re more than qualified.”

  “Nursing advancement program?” Bennet stared down at the forms, looking a little bit in awe. “Do you really think I could…”

  “I know you can do it, Bennet. And it’s what you want, right? I mean, if it’s not, we can always—”

  “No,” Bennet said softly, turning to stare up at me with the sweetest look I’d ever seen glimmering in his eyes. “No, this is exactly what I want. It’s perfect, Logan. Thank you. Thank you so, so much.”

  “You’ll still have to do the paperwork,” I said. “But there’s no reason you wouldn’t be able to get in. And now I’m retired from military life… I don’t know. Do you hate the idea of having an alpha house-husband?”

  Bennet cracked up at that, doubling over and coming back up with tears in his eyes. He wound his arms around my neck, popping up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek. “Oh, honey. Alpha house-husband… I’m going to have to brag about you on Facebook at this rate.”

  “Not too…emasculating, you don’t think?”

  Bennet rolled his eyes. “As if every omega from here all the way to Charlotte doesn’t spend their days imagining an alpha who’s man enough to look the way you do while doing the dishes and providing free child care. Can’t imagine anything more manly than that, frankly.”

  “Let’s do it, then.” I jiggled Carter on my hip, eliciting a little giggle from his tiny lips. “Carter and I will hang out around the house doing push-ups and watching Teletubbies, and you can go get your LPN while we watch your career take off.”

  “Logan, that’s…” Bennet gave me a smile that melted me from the ground up. “It’s almost too much. Are you sure? You really want this for me?”

  “I want this for us, you ridiculous, perfect man.” I took his chin in my free hand, turning his lips up toward mine. “We’re not on our own anymore. Everything we do, we’re doing for us.”

  Bennet stared up at me for a moment, then closed his eyes and leaned into a sweet, soft kiss. When he opened those baby blues of his again, something had shifted in them toward the way of positively sinful.

  I shivered as his gaze poured over me.

  I couldn’t resist him when he looked at me like that.

  “You know, Carter has just been fed. He’s probably ready to go down for a nap,” Bennet said, nodding to the way Carter’s little head was already growing heavy against my shoulder. “Maybe we should, ah…put him down for a bit. Celebrate.”

  “Celebrate, huh?” My grin was just as wicked as his gaze. “I could go for a little celebrating. Do you have something particular in mind, or…”

  “Oh, I can think of a few ways we might mark this momentous occasion.” He cocked his head toward the stairs. “Why don’t you lay Carter down and meet me in the bedroom? I’ll have a surprise waiting for you.”

  Normally, when I placed Carter in his crib, I took a minute to smile down at him and remind myself how lucky I was. But knowing Bennet was just down the hall, I took maybe thirty seconds at most to send the little airplanes on his mobile spinning gently and smooth his hair down over his scalp. I closed the door to the nursery behind me when I left. Bennet and I would need to be quiet enough as it was. Didn’t need to go waking the baby up in the process.

  Of course, the second I walked through the door of the master bedroom, the entire concept of being quiet went right out the window.

  “God!” I moaned, having to take a step backward as I set eyes on Bennet’s “surprise”.

  Surprise was one word for it. All the rest of the words for it had four letters, every one of them filthier than the last. The man I was going to call my husband in just over a month was laid out on our bed, completely nude, hard, and ready for me. I had to shake my head, close my eyes and open them again just to believe he was really there. That he was actually even real, let alone mine.

  “Shh. The baby, remember?” Bennet ran his fingertips down his body sensually, making it difficult to remember anything at all—or so much as process rational thought, for that matter.

  “Oh, Jesus. You’re mine. You’re really, truly mine.”

  “I am,” he said, his voice dripping with sex. “All yours. Come to bed, Sergeant?”

  A chill ran up and down my spine.

  All mine.

  He had me. Wholly. Completely.

  The fact that I was hard as a rock for the way his body looked in the nude was practically an afterthought compared to how incredibly blessed I knew I was. Practically, but not quite.

  I moved to the bed, and once there, cupped his jaw in my hands so I could kiss him deeply. Little sighs escaped his lips as they moved against mine as he rose up to meet me, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt while I shrugged off my jacket. He stripped me with an efficiency that would’ve made even the most meticulous of drill sergeants proud—if drill sergeants were in the business of encouraging sexual trysts between soon-to-be-married men instead of five mile runs and hospital corners on bedsheets.

  As the last of my clothes were stripped away and discarded on the floor, our bodies moved perfectly together. From the way his mouth moved to my cock, sucking me just to the edge of an orgasm I was desperate to unleash inside him, to the way he shifted onto his hands and knees and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart so I could guide my dick inside him with ease.

  There was just one little hiccup—

  “The lube,” Bennet groaned as I settled the tip of my cock against the tight ring of his hole. “Don’t forget.”

  I nodded, reaching for the bottle on our nightstand and stroking a coating of it over my cock before pressing another dollop of it around his entrance, then inside. He was still recovering from the pregnancy, and his body wasn’t making lubrication in the way it did when he was in heat or aroused. But as I slipped two fingers inside him, I felt him coating me with a hot, wet stickiness that was beyond the slickness the lube could provide.

  “You’re getting wet, sweetheart,” I warned him. “Another heat coming along, maybe?”

  “Mm. Maybe so.” He arched against me, finding the tip of my cock again and nestling it against his hole once more. “Want to slip on a condom, just in case?”

  I considered it for a moment, the most wicked idea of all mulling over in my mind. “Would another baby be so bad? I think I might kind of like this whole stay-at-home dad idea.”

  Bennet laughed, a high, sweet sound that sent pangs of love rushing through me. “You’re insatiable, Logan. But if you’re sure…”

  He thrust against me suddenly, impaling himself on my cock in a way that left me dizzy.

  “God. You perfect fucking thing,” I swore in a low growl. “You really are mine. Completely mine.”

  “Completely yours, Logan.” He turned, looking over his shoulder at me with an untamed desire in his eyes. “Now, fuck me already. Let me feel you.”

  I grinned broadly, shaking my head and piping a few more inches into him until he moaned with delight. His ass clenched around me, just as tight as ever. I felt my cock leap up inside him in return. With every thrust, I was more and more certain this was the perfect life for me. Not a life that had been forced on me, but one that I’d chosen. For good, this time.

  As I pulled him back, wrapping my arms around his body and looming over his shoulder for a passionate kiss, I put my hips to work, grinding deeply into him and setting a hard, slow pace I knew would leave us both drenched in cum in short time.

  “I love you,” I said, breathing raggedly against his lips. “I love you so much.”

  “Love you too,
Logan. Love you so much.”

  It was just like they said, I supposed; a soldier’s work was never done.

  Book 3

  Omega’s Secret Lovers

  Omega’s Under Siege: Book 3

  Aiden Bates

  © 2019

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).

  1

  Marcos

  “Ay, mijo.”

  My mother sighed and clicked her tongue in something like sympathy, something like pity, and something like disapproval at the whole fucking situation.

  “Don’t do that, Mami,” I said, shaking my head in response to what she said but not looking at her. I was sitting in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs next to my brother’s bed, not taking my eyes off him. I readjusted the sheet that covered Pedro to his chest, less because I was worried Pedro was cold, and more to have something to do that distracted me from my mother.