14
Trygg
The pheromones had hit me as soon as I opened the door. I knew I should have turned around and walked away, but I couldn’t leave without knowing Rebel was okay. I was knocking on his door before I even realized I had walked up the stairs.
Learning he was having problems with his heats worried me. It never occurred to me heat blockers didn’t work on some omegas. I’d never heard of that happening. Heat blockers had been designed to help omegas without an alpha ease the need the omega felt to have sex. Heats were designed to encourage an omega to get pregnant. Omegas became so horny during a heat they would accept almost any alpha that was around to ease the sometimes crippling desires raging through their bodies. Heat blockers had been designed by scientists to help omegas have more control over their bodies, letting them decide when they were ready for heat sex.
Heat blockers also block the release of the pheromones alphas scent. While an alpha could scent an omega in heat even with the blockers, the pheromones were muted, not triggering the alpha’s need to mount the omega.
Standing there with Rebel in my arms, I knew we didn’t have long before desire clouded my judgment. Rebel needed to know how I felt. “If we do this, I can’t walk away again, Rebel. It would kill me to walk away and not be in your life. You need to be sure this is what you want.”
“I have always wanted you, Trygg. Even when I was pushing you away and refusing to see you, I wanted you. You’re my alpha and deep down I knew that. I always knew that. There’s so much I want to tell you but we don’t have time. I can feel it building in me. Even now, I want to throw off all my clothes get on my hands and knees. Beg for you to take me.”
“No begging needed. I’m here for you, Rebel. I’ve always been here. Always will be.” I stepped back and pulled off my shirt in one smooth move. Rebel eyed me hungrily and I admit to puffing out my chest like a strutting alpha. It pleased me that my omega found pleasure in my body. “Strip, omega mine. Now.” I put a little of my alpha influence in my voice. Not to influence Rebel but to hurry him along. I needed us both naked.
Rebel snapped out of his trance, pulling at his clothes. Soon, we were both naked, and I stared at my mate. He was perfect, standing there with his cock erect and bouncing off his abs. It was red and hard, leaking precum from the slit and all I wanted to do was lick and suck on it until Rebel exploded into my mouth. I gripped my cock at the base, pinching hard to prevent myself from coming on the spot as I looked at my omega. It had been so long since I’d had sex I was afraid I’d come too soon, which wouldn’t help Rebel.
“Hands and knees. On the bed.” I couldn’t help the orders as they came from my mouth. The room was getting thick with pheromones from Rebel’s heat and I needed to be in my mate.
Rebel didn’t even hesitate before throwing himself on the bed. On his hands and knees, he grabbed a pillow to lay his head, swaying his hips back and forth in a sexy rhythm. Seeing my omega prostrate himself for me did something to the alpha in me and I had to stop myself from pouncing on him.
It took everything in me to take the time to prepare Rebel. The last thing I wanted was to hurt my omega. I was a big man and I could easily do damage if I wasn’t careful. My hand caressed the curve of my omega’s back. I traced his spine down to the little divot above his ass. Seeing my dark hand against his white ass did something to me. I loved our differences. That Rebel never once rejected me because of my color I knew deep inside. He never once made me feel as if our differences in race were a factor in pushing me away. That wasn’t Rebel at all. If I had been a less confident man, I might have doubted that.
I parted his cheeks, seeing my omega’s taint for the first time. Slick oozed out, and I leaned down to taste. Even though I knew time was running out, I couldn’t resist pushing my tongue inside and rimming my omega until he was delirious with need. He was practically babbling by the time I pressed my cock to his quivering ass. He tried pushing back to impale himself and I slapped his ass without thinking.
We both froze as my hand rubbed the spot now red with my handprint. I had to admit his ass looked so pretty with the touch of pink to his skin. Rebel’s moan as I soothed the hurt told me he wasn’t opposed to a little rough play. I filed that away for now. Rough play during heat sex was a dangerous game. I’d gone on more than one call where rough play during heat sex had ended with serious injuries. I would never risk my omega for the transitory high that came from some forms of aggressive sex. Not at a time where neither of us had so little control over what we were doing.
As my omega settled, I pushed into him. I met with resistance, but Rebel did his best to relax and let me in. I felt the head of my cock when it popped past the rim. Rebel’s tight ass squeezed my cock, and it took everything in me not to slam into him. I set a smooth in and out rhythm, driving deeper into my omega with each thrust. Rebel moaned and more slick oozed out, easing the way for me. I knew I wouldn’t last long this first time. I grabbed Rebel’s cock and jerked him off as I picked up speed, pounding into Rebel with more force. Even as I tried to go slow, I sped up.
Instinct pushed me to knot my omega. I wanted Rebel to come first. “Come, Rebel. Now.” As warm, wet spunk coated my hand, I drove deep into my omega’s ass one last time before my knot popped. I felt it inflate, seating me and restricting movement. My spine tingled and my balls drew up tight before lights exploded behind my closed eyes and I came so hard my whole body shook with it.
I found myself draped over my omega with teeth buried in the skin of his neck. I didn’t even remember biting him. Claiming with a bite was so old school. Most alphas didn’t do it anymore. Only true soulmates strengthened their bond with a bite. I eased open my mouth, releasing Rebel’s shoulder. Licking the blood away in an instinctive bid to heal the wound, I admired my mark on his skin. A deep-seated part of me looked at that mark with pride, even as I worried I had hurt him.
Still connected, I rolled us on the bed so we were side by side, spooning my mate. The pheromones in the room abated slightly, giving us the chance to take a breather until my knot receded. In this moment, I felt whole. Complete in a way I never had before. It was like coming home. I wanted to hold on to it, still not sure if Rebel truly was ready to commit to us.
A small snore from my mate clued me into how much that short bout of sex had taken out of Rebel. I cuddled close, enjoying the rare treat of having my omega in my arms. Depending on how quickly my seed took root, his heat could last days. He needed the sleep. For the moment, I was right where I wanted to be.
15
Rebel
My first heat with my alpha had been a major disappointment. Oh, the sex was hot. Beyond hot. For the first time in my life, I had the most explosive orgasm of my life that practically had me passing out from the intensity.
My heats had become so irregular and troublesome, I never knew from one heat to the next how long they would last or how intense. Some were more extreme than others. Some were downright painful. The doctors couldn’t explain the strange anomalies.
So, my first heat with my alpha had lasted one day. Instead of days of heat-induced crazy sex, we got one. Which wouldn’t have been a bad thing, considering how painful the cravings could get during a heat. However, such a short heat usually meant the omega in question was pregnant. Not so in my case. It had been two weeks since my heat. Two long weeks of both hoping I was pregnant and living in fear that I was.
I looked at the pregnancy test in my hand with the words not pregnant in the window mocking me. I wondered how I could manage to mess up something so simple as getting pregnant during a heat. Most omegas with such a short heat would have. I felt like a failure, which was a blow to my already flagging self-esteem.
I hadn’t even thought about the actuality of being pregnant until I discovered I wasn’t. Now I wanted that baby so much it surprised the hell out of me. Being a father was the last thing I always thought I wanted. A baby wouldn’t solve anything, wouldn’t make things better. My relationship with T
rygg was still a little rocky and a baby wouldn’t fix that. Still, now that I knew I wasn’t pregnant, I wanted to be.
My hand spread out over my lower abdomen and I could almost feel how empty I was. It was beyond ridiculous. Even if I had been pregnant, I wouldn’t have felt the baby yet. That didn’t stop the crazy thoughts in my head that I was a failure and the worst kind of omega there was.
Tears tracked down my face, surprising me. I hadn’t cried in a long time. Not since my mom and dad died. It should have surprised me to find Trygg suddenly kneeling in front of me with a worried expression, but it didn’t. He always seemed to have this uncanny sixth sense where I was concerned. He always seemed to pop up whenever I truly needed my mate. Even if it was the last thing I wanted to admit, I took comfort from those interactions over the last few years. He was always in my corner, even as he gave me the space to grieve for my parents.
He took the pregnancy test from my hands. With one look at the test, he gathered me in his arms, soothing me. He wiped away my tears and quietly held me until I was ready to speak.
“I don’t even know why I’m surprised. I shouldn’t be, considering how wonky my heats have been the last few years.” I hiccupped and wiped the tears from my face but didn’t move out of my alpha’s arms. In that moment, there was no other place I wanted to be than wrapped up close against him.
“Hush. So it didn’t happen this time. It will happen, Rebel. I have faith in that. We’ll get pregnant and have the family we were always meant to have.”
“What if this is my punishment for all those years I refused to accept you as my alpha? What if the fates decided I was such a bad omega I didn’t deserve to have a family?”
“I don’t believe that. There is nothing bad about you, Rebel. You are an amazing omega. You’ll be an amazing father. It will happen. We just have to have patience.”
“I don’t know how you can say that after everything I’ve put you through. I’ve pushed you away for so many years. How can you even sit here holding me as if the last few years had never happened?”
“Because I love you, Rebel. I’ve always loved you and I always will. It doesn’t matter if we were together these last few years or not. I’ve watched you grow, helped you when I could. You’re it for me and you always will be.”
“That kind of makes me feel worse for how I’ve treated you.”
“No. We can’t change the past. We can only go forward from here. We still have things to work out but I’m confident we’ll get through them as long as we both promise to work through them together.”
“Maybe. I have a lot of issues and I’m not sure how to talk to you about them. I’ve been on my own for so long now it’s hard to lean on an alpha I spent years trying to keep at arm's length.”
“I understand it’s going to be hard. Sharing your life with an alpha is difficult for most omegas. Alphas tend to take over. I promise that’s not what I want to do. You’ve done an amazing job building up the nursery. That will always be yours. I’d like to help you with it from time to time, but I’m not about to quit my job to oversee your daily life or your business.”
I smiled at that. “Not planning to retire from being a civil servant and living in the lap of luxury being a kept man?”
“No. I love being a deputy sheriff. I’ve fallen in love with Sugar Beach over the years I’ve been assigned here. I think the only way I’d ever quit was if Sugar Beach decided to create their own police department. Then, I’d consider changing jobs.”
“Yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Even with the increase in fees the sheriff’s department just demanded, starting our own police department would be more expensive than the town could afford.” The increase had been part of a major discussion at the last town meeting. No one had been happy, but we crunched the numbers for a starting our own police department, the vote to paying the increase had passed.
“Enough moping. I’ve got things to do. This business doesn’t run itself even if I do have the best manager in the world. Phil can’t do everything.”
“I’ve got an errand to run. You going to be okay if I leave for a bit?”
“Phft! Yeah. Go. I’m fine. My emotional meltdown is over.” I looked at Trygg; my hot alpha was the most caring man I knew. I didn’t deserve him, but I wanted to hold on to him now that I’d let some of my barriers down. “Thanks for the hugs. I needed those more than I can say.”
“Anytime, Rebel. I’ll always be there when you need me.”
I stared at my alpha as he walked out of the room, thankful that I hadn’t managed to push him away permanently. I’d be forever grateful the man was as tenacious as a bulldog when it came to me.
16
Trygg
Standing near the back door of the Hillbilly Diner wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for me. I was often here to visit my best friend, Jace. Jace and I had spent a long weekend one summer making the spot a nice place for the employees to take a break and enjoy the fresh air. Setting the pavers in the hot summer sun was a hard job, but two days and several beers later, we had set them over the entire parking lot and back patio. A friend with a truck had picked up load after load of fine gravel to fill the pavers, and Jace, Brewster, and I had spent another day spreading out the gravel between loads until the whole area was a welcome spot for parking that was resistant to damaging the sandy ground underneath.
Jace had picked out a large round outdoor table with comfortable chairs to enhance the area near the back door, making it a welcome area for employees to take their breaks. An umbrella shaded the table, giving comforting relief from the sun when it got too hot. Jace, Brewster, and I had spent many hours sitting and shooting the breeze at that table.
More recently, Jace’s mate Dai had hung some flowering plants from hooks attached to the side of the building, making the area even more inviting. It was a nice place to kick back your feet and relax. It was a shame relaxing was the last thing I planned on doing today.
I didn’t like the idea of using Jace’s place to meet with someone who needed to stay away from law enforcement. Someone who couldn’t afford to be seen with someone like me. It made the hair on my arms stand on end. The last thing I needed was to be responsible for outing an undercover FBI agent. Unfortunately, he had left a note for a meeting at our contact point so I couldn’t change the meeting spot. Phones were too dangerous for the agent to have on hand so we left messages for each other to check in every week on the same day in the same spot in a fairly secure location. I was his local contact, regardless of any vacation time I was currently using. Even off duty, it was my responsibility to have the agent’s back. Meeting outside the Hillbilly Diner was not a good idea, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Looking at my watch, I wasn’t comforted by the fact the agent was late. He’d been undercover for more than a year now and it had to be taking a toll on him. I wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to stay undercover. Something had to break soon.
Aggie walked out of the brush on the far side of the parking lot, limping slightly. He looked a little more disheveled than usual, which worried me. The man had made a name for himself as a dignified homeless man who helped wayward omegas living on their own. His clothes, while old, were in reasonably good shape. The alpha did his best to look unimposing. I knew for a fact the man underneath the clothes was well-muscled and rugged. He could easily take down a perp without breaking a sweat. I waited until he stopped a few feet away, his hand on the back door as if he were about to open it and I had interrupted him. I knew better.
“You’re late,” I said, looking around the parking lot. There was no one around and it didn’t look like anyone had followed Aggie. “It’s too dangerous meeting in town like this. I don’t like meeting at the Hillbilly either. Someone could get hurt if they found out who you really are.”
Aggie’s hand gripped the door’s handle harder, the skin stretching until it turned white. “I’ve spent a lot of time building up a viable reason to come her
e on a regular basis. No one is going to think twice about me coming here and bumping into you.” The man looked around before releasing the door and stepping closer. “I doubt I’ll be undercover for very much longer. Things are about to hit the fan. Things are tensing up out there. I think I might have found your missing omega, too.”
“Who? Mitch? He went missing over a year ago now. Please tell me he’s still alive.”
“I think so. I haven’t actually seen him. I overheard a conversation with two of Bernard’s men. The name Mitch came up. Something about the omega wasn’t going to be of much use to them for very much longer. At best, he had one or two more heats left in him and they weren’t sure how many more babies he could carry. It made no sense because the info you gave me on Mitch said he was young, so he should have lots of heats and babies in his future. Unfortunately, they never said anything about where he was being held. I’ve followed them a few times, but so far, no luck finding where Mitch is.”
“Son of a bitch! Three years ago, we rescued an omega from a sex ring operation. It was small and mostly local. They weren’t part of Bernard’s organization as far as I know. They had bought the omega the week before and we shut them down pretty quick. The omega said he’d been sold because the people who had originally kidnapped him didn’t think he could carry any more babies. He said they were using fertility drugs on omegas during their heats. It caused the omegas to have multiples during each pregnancy. The omega said he’d already had three pregnancies with triplets each time. Twins are hard enough on omegas, triplets are extremely dangerous. More than once… Doc said the omega was lucky to still be alive.” I paused as I remember the omega’s eyes the day we rescued him. There had been no spark in them, and even being rescued hadn’t seemed to register with him. “He killed himself a few months later. I don’t know all the details, but I think the fact he knew he had those babies out there and he’d probably never see them weighed heavily on him.”
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