by Emma Knox
There was a delicate nature of pushing those limits, but not breaking them to make sure he was enjoying this as much as possible. The pleasure had to linger, remain in him for a while. I wanted him to tingle from the inside out.
Feeling the littlest drops of his Omega cum hit my tongue I slowed down, returning my focus to my fingers poking around his tight little asshole, prepping him for my beast.
Two fingers inside him and circling his hole, I looked down at my Omega and smiled. "I think you're ready. You want my cock, little Beau?"
He nodded, begging and biting his lip.
"Say it,” I demanded. I was his Alpha, and I wanted to reign with control.
"I want your cock, Rhett. Give it to me, please," he whined, pleaded with me and made me smile with delight and lust.
"You said please, so I'll obey."
I finished stripping myself down, enjoying the rush of air against my cock as I revealed it him, and brought it closer and closer to his bare, naked asshole. I used its head to tease him further, gripping his ass cheeks tightly, before zeroing in on my target.
He was already so wet down there. An Omega was naturally slick down there during heat, but I only had heard rumors of it during pregnancy. With so much hormonal imbalance, it made sense enough for me, and I was going to take it as my personal duty to keep Beau's arousal swings during this trying time under control. I wanted him to enjoy it and feel fulfilled by my hard cock in his tight little asshole, regardless of the pregnancy.
Thrusting myself in, and I damn near came from the tightness of his asshole alone. Now he was testing me and how long I could resist him, I figured.
I adjusted to him as he adjusted to me, and then I let the friction between us sing to us blissfully and wonderfully. The energy roamed through me, and he moaned in tune as I started to fuck his little asshole steadily. I thrust in and out with precise motions as he moaned. My balls slapped the side of his ass cheek and I gripped his hips and pulled his ass apart, marveling at the way my cock slide in and out with perfect, wet friction.
Back and forth he rocked against me. The delight bounced between us, each time it coming back a little stronger, each time, the sounds becoming a little louder. Flesh slapping, murmurs becoming screams, we were escalating our delight quickly as we melded into one flesh, rocking back and forth together in sweaty, sexual bliss.
It felt as if his asshole were twisting and turning around me, urging more and more of me. I was getting close to my limit, so I leaned forward much like I did before, grabbed hold of his cock, and made sure if I was going to cum, I was going to take him with me.
Stroking his cock became jerking him, pumping him. He was crying out, and I think I was too. He was so perfect around me, and I'd never had any better. I wondered if it were the same for him. The way he cried out, his sensual moans sure gave me the ammunition I needed to thrust harder and faster. His pleasure was not lost on me and surely those wails of passion meant something deep.
It hit me. So hard. It felt like my soul was ripping through my body and rushing out into him, burst after burst, every little drop being drained from me. The thirst, the hunger, the desire…all of it was expelled violently from my cock and shot into him, warm and wet…one of the hugest loads I’d ever cum. I was struggling for breath, yet I wasn't done. Feeling him convulse around me, screaming my name, it damn near felt like I came again from all of that. Beau’s asshole was tightening, contorting and pulsing under my hard cock.
Something was happening. More of what Beau and only Beau could do to me.
My mind could literally only think of Beau and Beau alone. There was no one else in the world, and our private bliss was unmatched by anyone else. I was officially obsessed with him.
The beast inside was lashing out, demanding it be satisfied.
In the throes of our passion, I lashed out, fangs bare, and bit Beau right on the shoulder, suddenly and a bit savagely. I couldn’t help it, was powerless to stop it until it was too late and the damage had been inflicted.
"Ah!" he cried out, a bit of pain flowing through him.
I could taste his blood, metallic and thick like I’d just bit through a copper wire. My eyes closed, and I quickly withdrew my bite, gaining more of a control of my facilities.
"Fuck... I'm sorry! Are you okay?" I screamed and jumped off of him, trying to assess the damage of the wound.
"I'm... I'm fine. It's only skin deep." He covered the spot, and it wasn't that deep of a wound.
The bite. I'd heard of it before. A mark, a scar, used by wolf shifters to mark an Omega as theirs and theirs alone. I thought it absurd, why would I ever do anything that would hurt my Omega.
Panting and exhausted, I felt my cock still swelling, so I couldn't exactly pull away from him. "You're marked now. You're mine, forevermore."
"Huh?" His voice sounded terrified and I was to blame.
"It's a soul binding bite. If it goes like I think it will, you'll have those fang marks as a permanent scar." I winced apologetically, hoping that he wouldn’t freak out on me. It was done though, and there was no way to turn back the clock now.
The fear on his face from my sudden 'attack' shifted to relief. It took a lot of trust to forgive someone suddenly biting you, but it just further proved this man was truly special.
Only Beau could do this to me. I was physically and emotionally bound to this man. My father would just have to deal with it from now on.
I fell forward, and took him into my arms again, embracing him tightly, this time protectively to show him I cared and had empathy against hurting him.
"We're stuck like this again, aren't we?" he asked, barely above a whisper.
"You have a problem with that? Got somewhere to be?" I asked with dry sarcasm.
"Of course not. There is no place I rather be than in your arms, Rhett."
I smiled, reclining back, resting. A slight snore told me he was on the verge of falling asleep after all that. As long as he was relaxed now, I was happy.
My soul was his, and his soul was mine. I couldn't even remotely doubt it anymore, and I knew if I didn't have him, I'd go a little bit crazy to say the least.
It should have been an easy choice. An Alpha never gives up his mate, never.
I wasn't. I wasn't even entertaining the thought.
Yet I didn't like the world where I sacrificed the relationship with my father either. I wanted to have the best of both worlds, but I had a feeling a happy ending wasn’t in my future unless I picked one or the other.
I stroked his hair, enjoying the closeness, and more and more looking at my cock's nature to tie him to me as a good thing rather than an annoyance.
Mine. All mine. We were intertwined now, and forever.
Chapter 10
Beau
I was feeling a little more empty than usual when my eyes opened.
No, it wasn't because Rhett had managed to slide himself out during the night.
It was more of the emptiness of my stomach, and how that emptiness was making itself known in a very unhelpful way.
A queasy emptiness. One that made me want to hurl.
In a flash, I was up at the toilet, heaving over it, tossing up the little I had inside of me.
Heaving, I eventually stopped trying to vomit up what wasn't there, and staggered back out to the main room, gasping for air and wiping my mouth with shaky hands.
Pain didn't leave me. My first response was the bite mark, but it had already healed, and the fang marks remained on both sides of my neck. That was nothing.
My hand then went to my chest, fearing it was a heart problem, but no. Right area, wrong thing.
Nipples? My nipples were sore? What the hell? I touched them, and something dribbled out.
"You alright there, Beau?" Rhett had awoken, and was sitting on the bed looking my way.
"My nipples are... um... I'm not going to say bleeding, but... I don't know what to call it."
Rhett laughed.
"What's so funny?"
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br /> "I guess there's something rare and unique about you after all."
"Leaking nipples is rare and unique?"
"It's a one in the million occurrence, something of legend and lore. At least according to Alpha Frost, anyway."
"What?"
Rhett bolted up and approached me. He touched my nipple and forced a sudden gasp out of my lips, and then licked his finger.
"Yep. Milky."
"Milky?" I was so confused, but oddly enough Rhett seemed to know exactly what was happening to me.
"You're lactating, Beau. That's really rare,” I explained.
"Lactating? Like a cow?" I knew I sounded disgusted and I just had to laugh. This was all new to me too.
"Your body is preparing you to be able to feed our young directly if need be."
My hands trembled over my nipples. I thought this was something only beasts did. A babe sucking on my breast? It seemed so odd. Yet it also seemed right somehow.
"Lactating Omegas are a rare breed," Rhett continued. "The Frost pack takes it as a mark of being the pack's Omega patriarch. Those who can give life in more than one way."
"What, so you think your pack will think I'm destined to be something special now?"
Rhett sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. It's a rare feature, but with how Alpha Frost views shifterdom, I doubt it would move his heart very much."
"Oh." My heart sank. Rare to typical once again. I wanted to stand out from the crowd and gain approval more than anything in the world.
"You're destined for something amazing, Beau. Don't ever forget that." Rhett’s eyes twinkled and he dared me to argue that point.
I strolled past him to the bed. He had these wonderful words for me, but all I could focus on was how queasy I felt, and how sore I was. Not just my nipples, but my abdomen, my feet, my everything more or less. "I don't think I can do this alone, Rhett."
He was quick to set down beside me, wrapping his arm over my shoulder. His embrace never got old and continued to be incredibly comforting. "You're not."
"If I go back to work like this, I'm going to get myself fired eventually. I can't get anything done through all this pain and sickness. Not to mention the morality tirade from my ultra conservative boss. 'Oh Pregnant and not married huh'? Must be a mark of bad moral character, going to look for any reason to fire them."
"You'll be fine, Beau. I'll make sure of it." He nodded with a seal of approval.
Rhett was like a rock. He was unmoving, not caring one bit about me panicking, just holding me and reminding me that everything would be okay. He could be the foundation I desperately needed in order to stay afloat and not emotionally collapse.
More and more, he was making me believe it, but I still remained quick to cynicism.
"I'm going to take you to my father's birthday party tomorrow," he said, without much emotion.
My heart dropped, and my palms became sweaty. Now I could decipher that this reaction stemmed from anxiety and not pregnancy hormones. "What? Why? You told me they won't like me."
"It takes a village to raise a child, Beau. You can't do it alone, and I don't think we can do it alone either. What if I'm working and something happens? What if something happens to me? I want to carry all the burden, but I would be foolish to assume I can."
"Won't they disown you for me?" His eyes were full of fear of the unknown.
"I told you, Beau." His words were ones of a man who had thought this through a lot. "I'm not giving you up. I'm not going to run away from my family. So there's only one clear solution. I bring you to my family, I tell them I don't give a single care in the world about your shifter nature or lack thereof. We rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with. They'll find out eventually, and we may as well be upfront about it."
Nibbling on my bottom lip, the whole prospect filled me with incredible fear. He was basically telling me he wanted to lead me into a den of angry wolves.
Obviously, it wasn't a terribly intriguing concept. "We don't need to..."
"We need to, Beau. A wolf needs his pack, and as my mate, they're your pack too." He held me nice and close. "You don't want our pup to grow up alone without a family, do you?"
I was silent, sifting through my thoughts. The only family I ever really had was my father, with my grandparents passing on even before I was born. I had people I called Uncle, who were just my father's close friends, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't blood. Rhett came from a huge family of shifters. We weren’t even remotely on the same level, especially in the gene pool, but now that we had this little baby on the way, the opportunity was there to meld the world and blend them together. With the new pup, we would be fused forever between our beautiful creation.
Even if they hated me because I wasn't a shifter, they were now my kin. I had to face them. There was no use in prolonging the inevitable. I might as well rip off the metaphorical Band-Aid because the longer I waited, the worse the pain would be.
"Who knows? Maybe I've overestimated my father's hatred of non-shifters."
I nodded. God, I hoped that was true. It would be silly to have done all of this worrying for nothing, but I would rather be silly than alone.
Chapter 11
Rhett
Judgment day.
It was my father's birthday party. Although a lot of us came early to catch up with old dad, we were mostly immediate family. The cousins, the uncles, and whatever else were coming in to pay tribute to Alpha Frost too, as was tradition on decade anniversaries of life.
We were sitting outside the place in Beau's car. He was pale as all hell, and I knew it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now for anything in the world. It’s bad enough that he was already sick as a dog from pregnancy hormones, but now tack on the anxiety of meeting the Alpha father who’s sure to hate you was no easy accomplishment. I’d have to make sure to reward him later on in the bedroom.
It wasn't the least bit fair. He should be able to take Beau in, announce his love for him, and share him with the world, free from the scorn of the rest of his family.
Yet the best he could hope for was simply uncertainty. Maybe Alpha Frost would take it easy. Maybe he'd dial it back, maybe he realize that he's the one that preached that fate makes no mistakes. Maybe he wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of his entire family, and we’d be in the clear on a technicality.
If fate made no mistakes, then without a doubt, Beau belonged to me. I rubbed his shoulders, over that bite mark. I was still surprised by my outburst, but I guessed it just drove the obvious home further. He was mine now, forever. The markings proved it and there was no turning back now.
"We need to go," I said. "We can't just stew in your car all day. People will wonder what's taking us so long." I hated to sound nervous because I was the calm one, but the longer we waited the more my anxiety shot through the roof.
"You sure you don't want to just run away and elope?" He flashed me a nervous smile. He wasn't on board with meeting people who might just hate him for what he was more than anything else.
"No. We're facing my father. You're a Frost, Beau. Our code is standing tall, unmoving, no matter how bad the storm around us gets." I wouldn’t relent. There was nowhere to run or hide. It would only make things worse for us in the long run.
"Right. I guess you have to fuck more of that courage into me."
"I will. Just not right this second."
I stepped out of the car, and Beau followed. There was a line of vehicles outside the house, and I could hear the chatter from the family within.
Approaching Beau, I took him by the hand. "No matter what happens in there, remember that you're mine, and I will love you no matter what anyone says."
He nodded. "Thank you." His shoulders relaxed with relief. As his Alpha, it was my duty to protect him and reassure him when things got out of control, no matter how ravaging the seas swirled within the center of my own mind.
My footsteps felt incredibly h
eavy as I began my approach to the house. I opened the door. Maybe I could slip in unnoticed and gauge the room before they saw Beau.
Or not.
"There you are," Zachary called out as I walked in. "Thought you had gotten murdered again."
Why the hell was my brother always there immediately as soon as I walked in the house, no matter what?
"Dear, stop thinking everyone gets murdered every time they don't immediately come back," Daniel added, shaking his head annoyed.
At least he was smarter than my idiot brother, or less aggressive.
"I'm a grown man. I can stay out way past my curfew," I responded with my own verbal sparring.
The place was packed. Relatives I hadn't seen in years all around, and new ones too. Pups, or maybe newly mated Omegas and Alphas who were recently brought into the pack.
Alpha Frost was sitting in his chair, center of attention and at the table, his place of honor that he always had. He sipped his wine. Frosts weren't by any means lightweights, so it took a lot to really get any of us drunk. He had just gotten started if I had to estimate by how red his face was.
Beau was almost hiding behind me as I came in. I held onto his hand, hoping to be like a security blanket when faced with the harsh eyes of my family.
"Who's that behind you, Rhett?" Zachary said. "Is that the mystery Omega you told us about?"
"Um....yes," I said, flatly, suddenly feeling like it was nobody’s damn business to impose.
"Oh great, he can tell us about the pack he's from."
"My – my pack?" Beau murmured and stared up at me with heat flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, I'm curious about this Fang pack. Rhett says they're some pretty strong wolves."
"The Fang Pack? That's my pack?" Beau shrugged. "That sounds horribly cliché."
"That's not your pack?" Zachary kept picking. He was horrid.
"Zach, stop it. Let him breath. Um, he's a little anxious around so many new people." I gripped Beau’s hand to hold him upright and to keep him from crumbling under the pressure.
