Abel's Omega(Gay Paranomal MM Mpreg Romance) (Mercy Hills Pack Book 2)

by Ann-Katrin Byrde

  Bram slouched in the hallway. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I said, and ushered him inside. “The pups are asleep already. The television is there, and there are snacks in the cupboard next to the refrigerator. I got soda too—you can have two cans.” I’d learned my lesson the first time he’d pupsat, and now I limited what he was allowed to eat. “I’ll just be next door, if anything happens. You know where everything is.” I had it all organized anyway, favorite stories set out in easy reach, labeled snacks in the fridge in case anyone woke up. Extra pajamas in case of accidents.

  “We’ll be fine.” He sat down on the couch and stretched his legs out, showing off their shapely length.

  I raised my eyebrows at him, but he took no notice. That wasn’t unusual either. I should talk to Abel about him and the path I could see him going down. After we’d had sex. Alphas were always far more suggestible then. I suppressed the shudder that casual thought raised in me—Abel wasn’t Patrick. And Patrick was dead, and I had a new, wonderful life ahead of me.

  So there.

  Bram was already engrossed in some television show, brought in by satellite and piped through the whole building. The pack wasn’t as rich as I’d thought when I’d first arrived—sure, there were TVs, but most of them got no signal. Abel was working on getting internet at least out to the houses, but he was also right that the business offices needed it first. But this building had both because of the young adult barracks on three of the lower floors, so I never had trouble getting Bram, who still lived at home, to pupsit. The barracks shifters had no access to this floor, so I didn’t have to worry about Bram either.

  I left Bram to his television, and walked down the hall to knock on Abel’s door. I barely had time to dry my sweaty palms on my pantlegs before he’d opened it.

  “Hi,” he said, and the fond look on his face erased any nerves I’d been feeling.

  “Hi,” I said back, letting him pull me inside the apartment. He kissed me as he kicked the door closed behind us, and I swayed into him, the heat of his chest burning through the silk and cotton between us.

  “You dressed up,” he said when he finally let go of me. He led me into the kitchen and handed me a glass of wine. Something bubbled on the stove, smelling delicious, and I found the appetite that I’d misplaced.

  “It’s Christmas. That smells wonderful.”

  “Old family recipe. I had the wine, thought I might as well make it.” He went back to stirring and I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “Will that spoil if we set it aside for a while?”

  He glance back at me with a puzzled expression. “No. Not until I put the sour cream in. Why?”

  Deliberately, I reached past him and turned off the burner. “Come here.”

  His expression went from puzzled to suspicious. He had a point—my behavior wasn’t always logical. But I was serious about this. We’d waited long enough. It wasn’t like I was a virgin. Nor was I in heat. And it was important to me that this, our first time, be completely unaided by those maddening hormones.

  So I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I frowned at him and led him back to the couch. “Undress me,” I told him.

  “What? Bax—”

  I put a hand over his lips. “I mean it. Here. Tonight.” I stepped in close and breathed my words against his lips, our gazes locked on each other. “I’m yours. You’re mine. I don’t want to sleep in an empty bed anymore.”

  “You don’t need to do that. I’m happy to wait until you’re ready.”

  I shook my head. Silly alphas. “How will you know when I’m ready?” His stunned expression was answer enough. “Trust me. I trust you.” I raised his hands to the top button of my shirt. “Help me.” It was just as hot now as it had been in His Bad Boy Millionaire.

  He stared at me a moment, then took a deep, shuddering breath, and it occurred to me that he was possibly more nervous about this than I was.

  “It’s okay,” I said, and started pushing his t-shirt up his torso.

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  His fingers shook as he undid the buttons, but he never faltered. I kept pushing at his t-shirt, borrowing an arm at a time to strip it off him. And not long after that, both shirts were draped over the arm of the couch.

  “Come here,” I said and tugged on the belt loops of his jeans. I wanted to feel him, bare skin against bare skin. He hadn’t allowed that yet, except for hands sneaking beneath clothes during our bouts of kissing. I wanted it all tonight.

  He came without resistance. I had a strange feeling, like I was the alpha and he the omega. Our lips met, and the flesh of our chests burned against each other, as much and more than I’d dreamed it would be. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking the muscles of his back, fingers splayed wide to take in as much of him as I could touch. Mine, all mine.

  Abel did the same, one hand tangling in my curls, destroying all my hard work earlier. If it made him happy, I didn’t care. He traced the lines of my neck, fingers tickling over the slope of my shoulder, then slowly down my back. They followed the line of my spine, so lightly all the skin on my body came alert to him. His tongue tangled with mine, and I moaned into his mouth, my hips rocking forward in a silent plea for more.

  He chuckled, and the sound raised goosebumps on my skin. I liked his laugh, the deep timbre of his voice, the way it spoke of his joy. The muscles of his back flexed under my hands, and I dug my fingers into the hard flesh beneath them. Mine.

  “You’re certain?” he breathed against my ear.

  I nipped at his in response. “Yes.” And, in case that wasn’t proof enough, I brought my hands around to the button of his jeans. “I want to take these off you.”

  He moved back half a step, and that was when I was truly certain he was with me on this. “Have your way. I never fight with omegas.”

  “Liar,” I said tartly, and he laughed, then caught his breath as I stripped the jeans off him with more speed than he’d evidently been expecting. He’d gone commando, which was a nice treat, and there was no mistaking his interest in the proceedings. I shivered with eagerness; I’d never been the most patient of shifters, especially when it came to satisfying my lusts. “That’s better,” I remarked in a casual tone, while my eyes greedily drank in everything I’d been fantasizing about. Then I smiled up at him and draped my arms around his neck. “Your turn.”

  His eyes were intense, focused on mine. His hands went to my dress pants, showing the signs of my own arousal. Efficiently, he undid the button and the zipper, and shoved them down off my hips. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

  I’d gone commando too.

  It was easy enough to slip out of my shoes and then we were both entirely naked, with no more than inches between us.

  “Alpha?” I said and titled my head to the side in question.

  Abel blew out a hard breath, then bent his knees slightly and picked me up. The civilized pack leader was gone—the man carrying me hastily down the hall was an alpha, my alpha. I felt his power brush up against me, a roiling blast of hunger and desire that warmed me from my head to my toes and fed my own omega needs. I responded to his call, smattering kisses over his shoulder, setting my teeth into the solid muscle at the base of his neck, my hands running wild with their new-found freedom to explore.

  I had a brief impression of dark wood and walls when we got to his bedroom, and a wall made of glass that let the starlight in, but the rest of it was him, all him.

  Mine.

  He laid me on the bed and crawled on top of me. His weight settled between my legs and I obediently spread them wider, our cocks now pressed deliciously between our stomachs.

  Abel growled and kissed my neck, grappling for my hands with the one that wasn’t keeping the better part of his weight from crushing my. I gave them to him and he stretched me out like prey beneath him, his to kiss, to enjoy, to mate.

  Yours.

  I chased his mouth, and when I couldn’t catch it, I let my own pleasure bubble out of my m
outh in moans and gasps and, yes, some begging. I had to reassure him that he wasn’t frightening me a couple of times, that I would let him know if he did. He made me promise, which was both funny and endearing. My tender alpha.

  “I promise,” I cried at last, when he’d stopped again to check on me. “Now, please! Do that again.” And he’d laughed, and moved farther down my body, and then I lost all power of speech.

  He tormented me for what felt like both hours and minutes, until I was begging again. I wanted him inside, to complete that connection, the balance between alpha and omega.

  “We can do other things,” he said, once more overly cautious of me.

  “Dammit, Abel.” I slapped him on the ass, startling him. “I want you. And if I don’t get you, I’m either not leaving, ever. Or I’m going to explode.”

  “I’d like you to stay,” he said, teasing one of my nipples. They were still sensitive from the nursing and I gasped, feeling the pleasure, and again the rush as my milk began to let down.

  “I’ll make a mess if you keep that up.”

  “I have towels,” he said. “And extra sheets.” He raised his eyes to mine. “All right. You promised.”

  “Yes, I did. Mate me, Abel. Make me yours in the eyes of the world, not just ours. I came here for this.”

  “Okay.” He slid a hand down my side, to my hip, to my thigh, slipping his fingers behind my knee to hook his arm underneath it. Then he rolled over, putting me on top of him. “But I’d like you to be in charge. This time, anyway. We can talk more later.” He raised his lips to mine, his kiss as gentle as a spring breeze, as strong as an old oak.

  I wanted to please him. “I will.” I’d read about this but had never done it. I sent a silent prayer forestward to the wolf goddess that I did this well—I didn’t want to break him.

  With Abel’s guidance, I raised myself up on my knees and gripped his cock gently in one hand. Carefully, I moved him into position and then, with his eyes on mine, full of love and pride, I settled onto him, slowly filling myself and quenching one fire, only to add fuel to another one. “Oh,” I breathed, and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back while I basked in the feeling of Abel’s cock inside me. It had never felt like this with Patrick—I’d been pleased to be a good mate, had taken physical pleasure from our joining, but I’d never… I had no words to describe this.

  Perhaps the difference was that this mate was one I had chosen for myself.

  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly. His hands rested on my hips like, thumbs stroking back and forth over the skin beneath them.

  “Oh, yes,” I said, feeling drunk with it all. “Very okay.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “We will definitely be making up for lost time.”

  That made him laugh, which was what I’d intended, though the words I’d spoken were true.

  Abel moved beneath me, a small change in orientation, and I felt him press against that spot inside. I closed my eyes again and let my delight in him make itself known in sound and the frantic movement of my hands against his chest.

  “Do with me what you will,” he whispered, and stroked his hands down my thighs and back up again. “I want to see you please yourself.”

  “What about you?”

  “I’m already pleased,” he said on a laugh. He took my hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing the backs of my fingers, then turning them over to kiss the palms. “Call it my Christmas present.”

  I laughed back at him and leaned down to steal a kiss for my lips as well. “Midwinter Wolf has something for the Alpha too.”

  “I think he’s brought me enough tonight, but I won’t argue.”

  His lips moved against mine as he talked, and I opened to him for the pleasure of his touch and the warmth of his tongue against mine. “I hope not.” I tried moving my hips, experimenting with the angle, with my balance—well, with everything. The novels had talked about this, but had been lacking a certain amount of detail in the description.

  I really hoped I didn’t break him.

  His breath caught as I moved, and soon I found a rhythm that seemed to suit the two of us. His hands played over my body, touching here, scratching there. I let my head fall back as my body took over, chasing our own mutual delight. My thighs soon burned with the strain, and I made a resolution to get more practice in this. For the muscle tone.

  Abel closed one hand around my cock, so that every move I made pushed me through the caress of his palm. Closer and closer, I rode him with my body, and he rode me with his attention and his hands and the love I felt pouring out of him. How lucky I was, to have gone from an unwanted omega to this. Whatever it took, I would make sure he’d never regret his choice.

  My own pleasure mounted, and I braced myself on him so I could ride him more fiercely. The noises he made… it drove me wild, and I howled my desire as my body barreled toward its goal.

  His hand around my cock began to move as well, and that little bit extra threw me over the edge. I cried out, and my body shuddered in spasms of pleasure as I came in his hand.

  As the last waves of ecstasy curled through me, I felt him swell inside my body, a heavy pressure against my womb and that secret place inside that demanded I give even more up to him. As he came inside me, the pleasure rolled and crashed against me again, and I nearly wept for happiness and the sheer overwhelming power of what Abel was giving me.

  I found myself, moments later, or perhaps ages, resting against his chest, his heart a comforting rhythm beneath my ear, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. He stroked my back and my hair, uttering soothing noises, and I wrapped myself around him like I was a blanket.

  “You okay?” he asked, and kissed the top of my head.

  “Yes.” I smiled and pressed my cheek briefly against his chest. “Mine.”

  “I am.”

  “And yours.”

  “That too.”

  We never did manage to get anything to eat.

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  I think we slept for a while—I know I was tired. All the tension of the past months worn out of me in one fell swoop. It felt like my life had taken another turn, and it stretched ahead of us for miles. I shifted beside him, because I wanted to feel him pressed against my skin, awaken new nerve endings to the wonder that was Abel.

  “What time is it?” I asked, though I didn’t want to leave.

  “Late,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

  I sighed. “I should let Bram go home.” I drew a pattern on the middle of his chest. He had some chest hair, but not so much he looked like his wolf when he was human too. I liked it; I found it erotic. “Would you like to spend the night in my apartment?”

  That woke him up. “What about the pups?”

  “Are we not getting mated at some point?”

  Abel nodded. “We’ll have to do an official one for the pack. Maybe at Birth Moon? We can do something smaller for us beforehand, if you’d rather.”

  “I’m happy with this. Patrick—”

  He stopped me with a hand on my lips. “I’m not Patrick. I don’t really want to talk about him.”

  I smiled and moved his hand. “Patrick never made me feel like this. And I never had a ceremony with him, just he and my uncle signing the papers.”

  “So you’d like something traditional, then?” He took my hand and began kissing my fingers again.

  I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Would you mind?” I asked in a small voice. I felt the stirrings of desire as he delicately mauled my fingers, and my mind drifted to other things I’d like him to use his mouth on.

  “Never argue with an omega,” he said in the most bland of tones.

  “Oh, you!” But I couldn’t help laughing. “I do love you.”

  “I’ve been yours since the day you arrived. You just didn’t notice me drooling that first night.”

  I sat up and gaped at him. “No! All I saw was Fan and Teca ruining your T-shirt.”

  He chuckled and pulled me back down to him. “Like
I was going to notice, with you standing there, beautiful and strong, and I was absolutely convinced that anyone who got in your way was going to be in more trouble than they’d ever dreamed. You could have had me that night if you’d wanted.”

  Oh. “I’m not sure what I think of that.”

  “That’s okay. It’s been a lot of new. For both of us.” He went silent for a moment, then, in a quieter tone, he said, “I never thought I’d mate for love. I expected I’d end up looking around for a good connection and someone whom I could respect. This—” He raised his head and the look of wonder in his eyes froze me in place. “It’s like having the world handed to me on a platter. I can do anything. I’ll make the pack more prosperous, I’ll fight with the humans to treat us fairly, I’ll do all the things that so badly need to be done. And I know I can, because you’re here.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m better with you by my side.”

  I cried; what else could I do when faced with that kind of faith? “I promise, I won’t let you down,” I said in a choked voice. He held me tight and rocked me against his body until my tears finally stopped.

  His fingers under my chin urged me to lift my face up to his. Abel traced my lips with his thumb. “You should never cry.”

  “I know.” I sniffed. “It makes me red and blotchy.” I rubbed at my cheeks in embarrassment.

  He laughed at my words. “No. I was thinking you deserve better.” He kissed me, just a peck this time. “I think we should tell the pups first, before they find us moved in together.”

  “Tomorrow.” I wasn’t waiting any longer than necessary.

  “Tomorrow,” he agreed, and then all words were left behind as we stole another hour together.

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  The pups were up early, and I was too excited myself to feel tired, despite my lack of sleep. After Abel had finally shoved me out the door, at something close to two in the morning, I’d had to wake Bram and send him home, then set out the pups’ Midwinter Wolf gifts under our little Christmas tree. Even then, I’d found it hard to go to sleep, and I’d ended up in the bath again, with a mug of cider and a romance novel that now fell a little short of reality. But eventually I’d gotten to sleep, only to be woken less than four hours later by two excited pups bouncing on my bed, and two others wailing to be let out of theirs.