Omega House Books 1-5: Alpha Omega MPreg Romance Box Set

by Grace, Aria

  But it totally does.

  The two men are tall and built like brick walls. Both are very muscular, and the pheromones coming off them smell like lust and power. “Ahh, Christoph and Jude. Gentlemen, these are a few of the models you’ll be working with today.” Sinclair’s voice oozes creepiness, but I smile and wave at the men, determined to get this extra credit.

  When I turn to my friends, I can tell they’re both as unnerved as I am, but they do their best to remain calm.

  “Let’s get started with some easy pics first, shall we?” Sinclair steps over to the table where he picks up his Nikon and removes the cover from the lens. “How about the three omegas standing in front of the bed. Just something to get you used to the camera.”

  The three of us cross the warehouse floor to the bed. Standing in front of it, we turn to face Sinclair and offer fake grins. He begins snapping pictures almost immediately, prodding us to turn certain ways and to make certain faces.

  I keep waiting for Seth to walk through the doors and join us, but several minutes pass and he doesn’t show. He must be dealing with a major Brayden ordeal.

  “Good, good. You guys are naturals.” The compliments drip from Sinclair’s tongue, making me feel a bit gross.

  “Uh, thanks.” I don’t want to encourage him, but I don’t want to be rude either. We still have to get our paychecks at the end of this.

  He holds the camera to his chest and stares at us for a long moment. “Okay. Let’s have you guys toss your shirts over there and get on the bed. We’ll have you kneel with the alphas behind you.”

  Sinclair motions with his head, and the two men strip their shirts from their muscular forms. In any other circumstance, I’d probably think they were hot. But here in this room, with Sinclair directing us, the feelings just aren’t the same.

  Jason, Nathan, and I climb onto the bed after taking off our shirts. The three of us line up toward the front and the two alphas stand behind us. I’m not sure how many photos he takes of us in this silly line up, but then he begins directing Jason to lean against Nathan’s shoulder and for me to turn around and rest my head on Jason’s hip.

  It’s all very odd and continues for several minutes. Just about the time I think things can’t get any crazier, the two alphas step away and come back with dog collars for the three of us. I gulp silently as they place the restraints around our necks.

  “Now let’s get you all out of those jeans.”

  Jason turns to me, looking nervous. My eyes plead with him not to protest, and he doesn’t. After all, we’re all wearing underwear…I hope. The three of us timidly take off our pants, and thankfully, every one of us was smart enough to wear boxer briefs today. Sinclair has us back on the bed with our hands and knees on the mattress, looking up at him like puppies waiting for their master’s orders.

  The stench from the alphas gets stronger, forcing me to turn my head to make sure I’m not misunderstanding the odor coming from them. Sure enough, both men are in their underwear too, only they’re sporting jocks, which are stretched to the max by their enormously hardened cocks.

  Fuck, I’m such an idiot.

  I’ve got to stop this before it’s too late. I turn to Sinclair to explain that we didn’t understand what was expected, but before I can say anything, I hear a click as pressure pulls against my throat. The nearly-naked alphas have us collared and leashed and are pulling us backward on the bed. Sinclair continues to snap pictures as looks of panic cross the faces of my friends. I know the fear in their eyes because it’s the same fear I see in so many of the omegas that walk into Omega House.

  “Professor Sinclair, I don’t think this is what we thought—” I try to finish, but Christoph yanks on my leash, effectively pulling me onto my back and staring up at his cock which is breaching the straps of his jock.

  The nervousness I felt earlier doesn’t even come close to the panic I feel now as Christoph grasps my leash with one hand and pulls the front of his jock down with the other. His huge cock is pulsating right in my face. When I try to turn my head, he reaches down and rips my underwear, pulling it completely off my body and leaving me naked.

  I’m in complete shock, not even noticing that Sinclair and Jude are both stripping the underwear away from Jason and Nathan. Sinclair’s face is enamored with joy as he continues to take photos of the three of us about to be brutally attacked.

  “Come on, boys…” Sinclair steps away from the bed and snaps a few more pictures. “It’s time to work for those paychecks.”

  My head is spinning from what is about to happen as both of my friends move in closer to me, trying to form a ball of safety from the two massive men getting closer and closer to us.

  66

  Gunnar

  I can’t say I’ve ever loved flying, but I don’t usually mind it as much as I do today. I don’t know if it’s the storm warnings coming in from across the country or just my sadness at being away from my guys for a few days, but an ominous feeling of dread weighs down on me as I board the plane. We’re only in the air for an hour before the seatbelt light flashes and the pilot makes an announcement on the intercom.

  “I’m sorry, folks, but the storm we’ve been trying to outrun is catching up to us and there’s no way to get into Dallas right now. We’ll try to land as soon as possible but we may have to head all the way back to where we started while we wait out the weather.”

  While other passengers are moaning and groaning about the situation, I’m absolutely ecstatic. I’m going back home. I took reasonable efforts to get to the conference, but no one can argue about a weather warning. Now I can hold my men tonight and won’t miss out on a single minute of lovemaking with them.

  Even though the ride is rough, I manage to close my eyes and drift into a contented sleep, knowing I’m just a few hours away from being with my guys. These are the moments when I can truly appreciate flying business class and being in the front row of the plane. There’s plenty of legroom as I dream sexy dreams.

  The second the plane touches down in my home airport at just after two, I turn my phone back on and check my messages. My heart almost stops when I hear Collin’s frantic voice. “Seth said they’re in a warehouse. Sean talked them into some photoshoot but when he walked in he saw the other guys chained up. I couldn’t understand everything but he gave me the address to some abandoned warehouse on 82 near the airport. I’m on my way now with the police, but I wanted to let you know what’s going on. I love you, Gunnar. And I’m gonna go get our boy.”

  The message ends and I feel like my world has just ended too. Sean’s in trouble and I can’t help him. I unclip my seatbelt and ring for a flight attendant. “I need to get off the plane. It’s an emergency.”

  “We’re almost at the gate, sir.” The woman strapped to the jump seat across from me seems annoyed at having her magazine interrupted, but she isn’t exactly snapping at me.

  I take a deep breath and count to three. “Of course.” There have been stories all over the news lately about overzealous air marshals and cranky flight attendants restraining aggressive passengers and detaining them for hours. I can’t risk being detained for a second longer than necessary, so I pull out my phone and call Collin, hoping he has some news.

  “Gunnar.” He sounds frantic, which doesn’t make me feel any better. “I’m so sorry.”

  “What happened, Collin?” I wrap an arm around my stomach and lean forward. “Is he okay?”

  “I don’t know yet.” I can hear the emotion in Collin’s voice and I hate that I’m not there to comfort him. “I’m still about ten minutes out. I left as soon as I talked to Seth but… God, what if I’m too late?”

  “Did you call the police?” I glance out the window and see that we’re just about to connect to the jet bridge. The flight attendant is standing but glares at me to remind me that I need to stay seated.

  “Seth called them as soon as he hung up with me.” Collin’s voice cracks before he clears his throat. “I just don’t understand why Sea
n would do this. Why wouldn’t he tell us what was going on?”

  “I don’t know, love.” I try to regulate my breathing, so I can help Collin regulate his. “But we’ll find out. Right now, we just have to make sure he’s safe.” The door opens, and the flight attendant gives me a nod. “I’m getting off the plane now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “Wait, what?” Collin’s voice is stronger now, even though it’s laced with new confusion. “Where are you?”

  “Back home. There were weather issues, so we were diverted back. I’m on my way.”

  * * *

  Even though there seems to be an unmistakable bond leading me to exactly where Sean is, I’m still afraid I’ll miss the place as I race down Highway 82. But the mass of flashing lights and first responders make it impossible to miss. I barely slow down as I turn into the parking lot, desperate to find Sean and his brother safely waiting for me.

  Collin’s work truck is parked sideways next to a fire truck so I pull in behind him and jump out of the car. It only takes a few seconds before I see Collin sitting on the edge of an ambulance with Sean wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

  “Oh god.” I wrap my arms around both men, thankful they’re okay. “What happened?”

  Sean leans against my shoulder and sobs. “I’m so sorry, Gunnar. I didn’t know what he wanted. He said it was just a photoshoot for extra credit and some money. I didn’t want to worry you, but I should have known it wasn’t safe.”

  I lift Sean into my arms and sit next to Collin. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. We’re here now.”

  One glance at Collin is enough to clearly see the horror still in his eyes. Collin reaches for the edge of the blanket and pulls it back far enough for me to see that Sean is naked beneath it.

  Fuck!

  I close my eyes and rest my forehead on Sean’s temple. “Baby, what did they do to you?”

  Sean sobs again but shakes his head. “Nothing, I swear.” He pulls back enough so he can look at both of us. “They tried to… They would have but the police came in time.” Sean closes his eyes and drops his head into his palms. “I’m so sorry. I would have killed myself if they’d taken what is yours. Only yours.”

  Collin heaves out a heavy breath as he cuddles closer against us. “It’s okay, baby. You’re only ours. Now and forever.” He slips a finger under Sean’s chin and forces him to look him in the eye. “No matter what happened today, you’re still only ours. Do you understand that?”

  Sean takes a stuttering breath but nods. “Yes.”

  “But we’re so fucking glad they didn’t touch you.” I press my lips to his temple and hold there. “Because I’d have to fucking kill them all.”

  “I love you, guys.” Sean takes a deep breath and leans heavily on me while reaching for Collin’s neck. “And no more surprises. I promise.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I lean forward to give Collin a kiss, knowing he needs comfort and reassurance that we’re all okay as much as Sean does.

  “After this last one…”

  Collin and I both turn to Sean, afraid to hear what he has to say.

  “The paramedic who did the initial exam said my heartbeat sounded funny…there was an echo or something strange, so he ran a few tests.”

  “Oh god, baby.” I hold him and Collin tighter against my side. “What’s wrong?”

  Sean takes a deep breath then whispers quiet enough that only Collin and I can hear him. “I’m pregnant.”

  It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in but as soon as I do, emotion I didn’t realize was bottled up inside me comes flooding out. “Thank god.” I pull both men into my arms, almost crushing them in my excitement over what this means for our little family. “I thought you were going to say something bad was going on with you.”

  Sean chuckles and the tension in his tight little body finally dissipates. “I wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing.”

  I look at him in confusion, wondering what he could mean. Then I turn to Collin, realizing he might have other opinions about the situation. “Babe, what do you think? Are you okay with this?”

  Collin’s shocked expression turns to surprised joy. “I’m so okay with it.” He presses a gentle kiss to Sean’s lips then rests his palm on the blanket above Sean’s belly. “I didn’t expect this so soon, but I’ve been dreaming about what our kids would look like since I met you guys. Now I guess I’ll be finding out in nine months.”

  67

  Collin – Nine Months Later

  I’m deep in my REM cycle when Gunnar gently pushes my shoulder. I stir myself awake, half in and out of consciousness. “What time is it?”

  “It’s three in the morning. I think Sean’s in labor.”

  Those words are enough to snap my mind into focus as I feel my adrenaline begin to spike. “What? It’s time?”

  “I’m not sure… Maybe.” He flips on the lamp next to the bed. “He’s been up for a few hours and complaining about back pains.”

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “We didn’t want to bother you if it turned out to just be Braxton-Hicks.” I know exactly what Gunnar means, and in the same situation, I probably wouldn’t have woken him either if the roles were reversed.

  Sean’s been having false labor pains for three weeks now. I don’t think it’s uncommon for omegas to have more complicated births, especially when it’s their first. But it’s all just statistics and possibilities when it’s someone else’s omega. But now that it’s ours, Gunnar and I both have been keeping a close eye on Sean for the past nine months. Making sure he’s perfectly healthy has been our top priority.

  “I think we should get him to the hospital. I’d rather be safe than sorry, you know.”

  I nod in agreement. “Let me just throw something on and I’ll be ready to go.”

  “Oh my god,” Gunnar says. “I can’t believe we’re about to have a baby.”

  His joy is only matched by my own as I run around the room and quickly slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. “Okay, I’m ready,” I say as I grab my keys off the side table in the den. “Let’s go.”

  Sean looks both frightened and relieved that he’s finally on his way to deliver our precious bundle. We get him into my truck before I tear out of the drive. “You don’t have to rush. I’m not even sure if this baby is ready to come out,” Sean says between forced breaths.

  “Baby, I’m not taking any chances.” I race through town, thankful it’s early morning and not many cops are around. I must run through five red lights before we get to the hospital. Gunnar hops out and lifts Sean into his arms to carry him into the emergency room while I go park the truck.

  My good parking karma is in force and I find a spot near the front. As soon as I get inside, I quickly find Sean in a wheelchair and Gunnar with a nurse, filling out some paperwork.

  Just when I think we’re in the clear, Sean cries out. His voice sounds like he’s in so much pain that I wish I could do anything to take it away from him.

  The on-call obstetrician comes out to meet us after being paged by the nurse at the check-in station. She looks at Sean and then at the two of us, a huge smile crossing her features. “Hello! I’m Dr. Harper. Looks like we’re ready to have a baby.”

  “God, I hope so,” Sean mumbles before yelling out again.

  “Alright, let’s get you back here. Who’s the father?”

  Gunnar and I look between each other. “Um, technically, we don’t know,” Gunnar responds.

  “We’re…together… Agh!” Sean is barely able to get the words out before a violent contraction hits him.

  The doctor takes a quick look at all three of us and then motions for us to follow her. A new nurse approaches and takes over the wheelchair as Gunnar and I both follow dutifully behind. The nurses and doctor work swiftly, getting Sean into a birthing room and onto a bed. Soft music is playing in the background and the lights in the room are dimmer than they were out in the hallway.

  “Sean, I need you to put your le
gs up in these stirrups. I want to see how far along you are.” Dr. Harper helps Sean move his legs into position and a nurse drapes a cloth over his lap so he has a bit of privacy. Both Gunnar and I flank him, each taking a hand and letting Sean squeeze as hard as he needs to as each contraction comes.

  Dr. Harper is quiet for several moments as she works in silent coordination with the nurses. Sean buckles down again, gripping my hand with more strength than I thought he could ever muster. “You can do this, Sean. We love you, baby.”

  “Yes, we do.” Gunnar presses a kiss to his hand. “And we both know you’re stronger than this.”

  Sean glances between the two of us, giving us a mixed look of love and hate for doing this to him.

  “Hmmm.” Dr. Harper finally breaks her silence. “Sean, how far along are you?”

  “Thirty-six weeks.” His voice is strained.

  “Well, I’m afraid you’re not dilating like I’d expect to see. How long have you been having contractions?”

  Gunnar speaks up. “For about three hours now.”

  “Let me get the ultrasound.” A nurse quickly follows Dr. Harper’s command and grabs a machine from the corner of the room. Once it’s wheeled over, Dr. Harper grabs a tube of jelly as the nurse turns on the machine.

  “Is anything wrong?” I ask, trying to keep the edge of fear out of my voice for my men’s sake.

  “I just want to check on things…” She takes the wand the nurse hands her and moves it toward the glop of jelly on Sean’s belly. The screen next to her comes to life, but I’m not sure what she’s looking for other than the baby’s position. My heart sinks at the thought of our baby possibly facing the wrong direction or having the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck.

  “Just as I suspected.” She passes the wand back to the nurse. “Dads, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to stay here while we take Sean up to surgery.”

  “Surgery?” Gunnar questions. “What’s wrong? Are Sean and the baby okay?”