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

by Aiden Bates

  My heart practically stopped then began racing so hard I had to take a few deep breaths before I made my way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, where I walked into a wall of pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I could smell Oliver’s vanilla and cream notes, but now there was also the tantalizing undercurrent of something woodsy, like cedar. It shouldn’t have worked, that combination, but right now, it was doing it for me.

  “…look, I understand if you both want to back out now. It’s a lot to ask,” Marcos was saying. They hadn’t realized I was there at first, but as soon as I entered the room, both heads whipped in my direction almost as if they’d been attached to strings.

  “I’m sure,” I said, trying my best to sound confident. I knew what we were doing was the right thing. For us and for Marcos. It still seemed overwhelming, but seeing him here with Oliver, who was smiling his approval, helped alleviate some of my concerns. This was Marcos. The same guy I’d known since I was a kid. He was kind and thoughtful, just the kind of alpha I’d want to be the father of my child. And Oliver? Oliver really was going to be the most amazing father.

  Marcos nodded, mostly to himself before looking at Oliver. “So, how are we doing this? Should I, like, go jerk off in a cup or—”

  “No! Sorry, I mean, no, no,” Oliver said. He looked at me before continuing. “Mitch and I talked about it and, well, we’re okay. You know… Doing it the old-fashioned way. We think it’ll be more…effective. There’s a better chance of conceiving that way.”

  Marcos’s eyes widened a touch, and he looked down at his feet. This wasn’t my first rodeo with a skittish lover. Hell, Oliver hadn’t exactly been brimming with confidence about what we were doing when we’d finally had sex for the first time. This, I knew how to fix. I glanced at Oliver, and then gestured my head toward Marcos. Thank god Oliver interpreted what I was saying. He reached over to take Marcos’s hand. Marcos startled a little before relaxing again and allowing the contact.

  I took a breath and guided them back to our bedroom. Marcos and Oliver both looked way out of their depth once the bed came into view. No worries. I had this. I’d spent so much time wondering what was going to happen after we did this that I hadn’t really given a lot of thought to the advantages. I was in full heat and the desperation to be filled was building more and more every second. With two men here ready to take care of me? The decision was made. All there was to do was enjoy it.

  I met Oliver’s eyes and quirked a brow. Do you trust me? His eyes remained wary at the corners, but his mouth quirked just so, and I knew the answer was an absolute “yes.” If we sat here thinking about how to do this, who did what, how everyone should be, we’d never get going. And in my experience, things were so much better when they were messy. I pulled Oliver closer to me, and he automatically rested his hands on my hips. I kissed him hard and fast, nipping his lips with my teeth. Whatever apprehension he might have had about what was going on couldn’t handle the onslaught of having me, in heat, throwing myself at him.

  I looked over at Marcos, whose dark eyes were full of a weird mix of caution and arousal.

  “Watch us. Watch me make Oliver feel good,” I told him, indicating of one of the chairs Oliver had left in the bedroom earlier while we were trying to hang paintings. Marcos did what he was told, and I returned all my attention to Oliver. I gripped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. It wasn’t like him to be timid or passive in the bedroom, not after our first time together, and I knew it was likely nerves that stopped him from taking the lead. I trailed my mouth down to suck a hot bruise into his neck, and he groaned. I could feel his cock, half-hard and insistent against my leg.

  “Come on, sweetheart. I know you want to,” I murmured, drifting a hand down to cup his arousal.

  It was like a switch had flipped, and I felt Oliver come awake. He gripped my hair and buried his nose in my neck.

  “God, baby. You smell so good,” he murmured.

  “Yeah? What does it make you want to do?” I asked, a smirk pulling at my lips.

  “Everything.”

  “Hmm, big ask. Let’s see what I can do.” I pushed him back onto the bed. Both Oliver and Marcos could see me from here. I slowly pulled my shirt off and watched as both sets of brown eyes fixed hungrily on me. As I stripped, eager gazes followed and paused on each new piece of skin I revealed. Marcos was quiet, but I could tell by the tent in his pants he wasn’t unaffected by me. Finally, all my clothes were off, and I repressed any sense of exposure being naked in front of someone other than Oliver made feel. It felt a little odd. Oliver was the only man to have ever truly affected me. I liked sex, don’t get me wrong, but with clients, sex was just that, sex. But this… This felt different. Maybe it was because I was doing this with Oliver. I don’t know, but I certainly couldn’t deny I was becoming seriously turned on.

  I slid my hands down my chest and stomach, and then gave my cock a few light strokes, biting my lip as the soft touches translated to sharp shocks of electricity throughout my body.

  Oliver backed up onto the bed properly before sliding his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. I took a moment to let my gaze rove all over his tanned abs, admiring the spread of his thighs. Oliver was a beautiful man.

  I crawled onto the bed and approached on my hands and knees, staring up at him through my eyelashes before licking my lips. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Oliver?”

  Oliver shook his head demurely as I pressed my whole body against him.

  “I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat. I want you to show Marcos how I like my face fucked,” I said, loud enough for our audience to hear as I rocked my cock up against Oliver’s own.

  It was probably more aggressive than we usually were in bed, but it seemed to do the trick. Both of them groaned. Interesting. I knew if Marcos was like most alphas, this was a fantasy. He had two attractive omegas in bed. Oliver was completely aroused now, his thighs trembling as I rocked my hips into his over and over again while throwing my head back to sigh as our cocks slotted against each other.

  “Do you want that, Oliver?”

  “Fuck, yes. Please,” he said, brokenly.

  I traced my way down his body, sucking and biting at his nipples before positioning my mouth over his hard cock. He was leaking freely, and I spent time slowly lapping up all the salty-sweet fluid as it oozed over his swollen glans. I then sucked one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue before switching over to the other. Oliver twisted a hand in my hair, and he was moaning my name, his warm scent building and building by the second.

  I went back to focusing on his cock, taking him into my mouth and relishing in the weight and heft of him sitting on my tongue. I slid my mouth down slowly and then built speed. At first, I had his hips pinned with one of my hands, giving myself time to get reacquainted with the feeling of the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat. Once I felt comfortable, I released his hips, giving him control like I’d promised.

  His initial few thrusts were always a bit tentative, as if he were anticipating that I would change my mind. I never did. He was always careful, until he realized that what I wanted was the thickness of him forcing its way down my throat, making me take him. Nothing got me off more than the idea of Oliver using me to get himself off.

  I glanced up to see him, mouth open and panting, staring right back down at me. His eyes locked on mine and he groaned at the sight of himself sliding fast and full into my mouth.

  “Oh shit. Fuck, Mitch. Oh god, oh god. I’m going to come. Oh, oh—” Suddenly, I felt his cock pulse and jerk over and over as he poured himself down my throat. I swallowed, and then licked his softening cock clean, the flavor of his cum bursting across my tongue.

  I felt hot and wet and desperately hard, but it was worth it to watch Oliver come down from his orgasm without being focused on my own. I could only imagine what I smelled like now. After a moment, I became aware of the soft moans coming from my right.

  I l
ooked over to see Marcos, slumped down in his chair, fly unzipped and his hand down his pants.

  I smirked. “Pretty good show, hmm?” I asked.

  Marcos’s face turned steadily redder. “Sorry, it’s just… Holy shit. That was hot.”

  “No. That’s the point, right? Nothing to be ashamed of,” Oliver said, voice sounding like he’d just finished running a marathon. “You could join us, you know.” He glanced at me in confirmation. I nodded.

  “Absolutely,” I agreed.

  “Besides, seems pretty unfair to make you do all the work during your heat,” Oliver said to me as he reached up to cup my jaw.

  “Especially when I have two people to take care of me,” I murmured, trying to sound put upon.

  I turned to look at Marcos again, who still seemed somewhat unsure, and reached for him. He stood, but he hesitated as if he wasn’t totally certain he was welcome. I breathed in the deepening complexity of his scent. More than welcome. My body was practically purring. Oliver and I seemed to know exactly what to do.

  We climbed back out of bed to go to where Marcos was standing. Oliver let me take the lead, and I understood his thought process. He wanted me to make it clear I wanted this for me. That he wasn’t forcing me into something I wasn’t sure of. I dispelled his concern by knotting my hand into Marcos’s shirt and pulling him forward to kiss him full on the mouth. He seemed surprised, but he almost immediately responded, his alpha hormones overcoming any hesitation. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and he let loose a whine at the taste of Oliver, still fresh on my tongue.

  I hadn’t been sure what Oliver’s reaction would be to me standing in our bedroom kissing another man, an alpha no less. I shouldn’t have worried. I felt Oliver trail a hand between Marcos and me to stroke my cock. It was my turn to whine into Marcos’s mouth at the sensation.

  “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Oliver said. Marcos ended the kiss and gave a cautious smile.

  “You’re not just saying that?” Marcos asked.

  “Are you kidding me? No! Look, Marcos. Look at Mitch. He’s so into it.”

  He wasn’t wrong. I was.

  I felt some of the tension leave Marcos’s body, and I felt like maybe this could actually work out. Oliver tugged at us.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he said. “Mitch, what would be best?”

  I tilted my head, thinking. “Okay, I think I have it.” I arranged Oliver to sit at the headboard, legs parted. I settled between his thighs, and gestured to Marcos to crawl up between my legs.

  “Wait a minute,” Marcos said, stripping down. Oliver mouthed at my neck before whispering in my ear.

  “Holy fuck,” he said.

  “Holy fuck” was entirely accurate. Marcos was fucking gorgeous. His skin was paler than I’m sure it usually was, but still a light golden brown. I watched as his biceps bunched and released as he lifted his shirt over his head and showed off the wide expanse of his chest.

  “Lucky, lucky, boy,” Oliver whispered. “All that, just for you.”

  I chuckled. Marcos finished stripping, revealing a long, thick cock that only served to emphasize how empty I was. He made his way up the bed, and as soon as he had, I reached out to stroke his cock.

  “Shit,” he muttered, still on his knees. He tilted his head back and rocked into my hand over and over before pulling away. “Sorry, it’s just. Fuck. It’s been a while.”

  Oliver busied himself, playing with my nipples, and I moaned. “No, no. It’s fine. Don’t want to waste the opportunity. I get it.”

  “Not that it matters. Jesus. The two of you. You smell fucking incredible. Both of you. It’s dizzying,” Marcos admitted. “Do you need…” He gestured vaguely toward my ass. Oh.

  “No, please. I feel like I’m about to die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

  Marcos smirked, and for the first time I could see a little of that playful personality I remembered. “Well, that would be a huge waste.”

  Oliver laughed, the feel of it rumbling through my back pressed to his chest. “Oh, trust me, he’d do a lot of complaining first. We’d be just about ready to kill him by then.”

  “Rude,” I replied while Marcos chuckled. “Oliver, help me.”

  He grabbed my legs and helped hold them apart as Marcos came closer. Marcos used his fingers to tease at my hole, slick and loosened with heat.

  “Just go slow,” I warned Marcos. He nodded, and I felt the thick head of his cock pushing up against my entrance, and then, finally, finally inside. My head fell back against Oliver’s shoulder as Marcos rocked into me little by little.

  “God, that’s it, Mitch. Take him all in. That’s it,” Oliver whispered.

  Marcos kept going thrust by thrust until finally he was seated inside me. He shut his eyes at the tight fit, and I tried my best to relax around him instead of clamping down like my body wanted to.

  “You feel—oh my god. You feel amazing,” Marcos said. His thighs were now positioned against the backs of mine, and Oliver took this opportunity to move his hold on my leg and instead slowly stroke my cock.

  It felt decadent. Oliver’s grip was firm around me, and Marcos had started stroking in and out of me and building speed as he chased his release.

  Oliver flicked his thumb over the sensitive head of my cock, brushing the weeping slit over and over. “That’s it, baby. How does it feel?” he asked.

  “So good. Fuck, so fucking good. Christ,” I replied.

  “The two of you, holy shit. Mitch. You feel so good around me. God,” Marcos groaned.

  I could feel Oliver’s breath quicken as he looked down over my shoulder and watched Marcos pounding into me over and over. I felt like I was going to catch on fire, caught between the two of them.

  “Angle his hips up a little,” Oliver said to Marcos before easing back to help with the shift in position. Marcos looked a little confused, but I knew exactly what Oliver was about. Marcos did what he was told though, and my response was immediate.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Marcos, don’t stop, keep going.” Where before he’d been teasing and rubbing against my prostate, now it felt like he was nailing it over and over again.

  “That’s it, Mitch. Come. Come around his cock. I know you want to. Come all over yourself,” Oliver said, his eagerness obvious. “Show him.”

  And I did. Before Oliver had even gotten all the words out, Marcos’s cock was forcing my orgasm. I clenched hard around his cock as I came all over Oliver’s hand and my belly. Marcos’s eyes were all pupil at this point as he watched my cum splash all over me.

  He let out a feral kind of growl, and with that he drove inside me as deep as he could, shutting his eyes as he came, his hips involuntarily attempting to force him deeper.

  Almost immediately, it felt like a tension in my stomach released. This was what my body wanted in its heat-addled frenzy. I rested my head on Oliver’s shoulder and I tilted my nose into his sweaty neck, enjoying the way his scent mingled with the smell of Marcos in the room.

  9

  Oliver

  This heat was never going to end. Well, that’s what Mitch would have said, anyway. Marcos had spent a good chunk of the last two days at our house, and most of that time in bed with us. It became a strange sort of waiting game. Each wave of Mitch’s heat was met with more sex, and after each round all of us sat there waiting with bated breath to see if another would follow it or not. If it didn’t, either Mitch’s heat had run its course or Mitch was pregnant. Each time we’d waited on eggshells, and invariably when the next rush made itself known there was a weird combination of excitement and disappointment before sheer lust took over. Marcos and I had talked and figured we’d need to be around Mitch most of the time to get the deed done. So, I had called into work this morning, and Marcos had made plans to be here all day. Mitch had smirked as he’d watched me give my excuses to the boss, knowing what it meant.

  “Any objections?” I asked.

  “To getting worshipped all day? Please. I think I ca
n just about manage that.”

  I had smiled, and then anxiously waited for Marcos to arrive, getting more antsy by the minute because I wanted to kiss Mitch, and if I kissed him then I’d make love to him, but I wanted him to be available for Marcos. Then again, if Marcos arrived soon he’d find Mitch all slicked up and begging…

  When a knock came at the door I almost groaned in frustration. Getting Mitch ready would have been a lot of fun.

  “Come on in, Marcos,” Mitch shouted from the kitchen.

  “Hey, guys,” Marcos called from the door. The heavy tread of his boots echoed against the wood, growing louder as he made his way toward us. “How’s everybody this—Jesus.”

  Marcos expression was dazed as he came into view. I’d spent the last three days never leaving Mitch’s side, so I’d grown accustomed to the tantalizing scent he gave off. I could still smell it, and it still made my dick hard, but Marcos was now experiencing the full force of it after leaving for several hours.

  “You alright there, compadre?” I asked, grinning.

  “God, you smell fucking amazing,” Marcos said to Mitch in response to my question.

  “Hi to you, too, Marcos.” Mitch smiled and handed him a plate of bacon and eggs. “Here, eat this. You’re gonna need your strength for whatever it is you and this one have dreamed up for me today.” He looked over at me. “You too, gorgeous.”

  We all quickly ate breakfast, and though I could tell Marcos was doing his best to take advantage of this social norm, Mitch seemed keen to get things started, and as soon as he’d finished eating, he began stripping off clothing as he headed back to the bedroom, Marcos and I following him eagerly.

  Things somehow felt different today. While in the last few days the sex had been explosive, it had certainly had a pattern. Mitch and I would fool around until Marcos felt comfortable enough to jump in. Now, things felt lighter, more natural. It didn’t feel like some sort of scene. It was just us, the three of us.