by Emma Knox
Just about. I thought about what wasn't, and I pushed it out of mind. It wasn't going to ruin this moment because we would never have it again. Our first pup together, what a day. It was splendid to be a family, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
My mate, my pup...we had only just started, and I was certain we had decades of joy to follow, together as a trio.
Chapter 13
Beau
"Come on, Whitt, come to Daddy." I slapped my thighs as my son staggered around, trying to gain mastery of this walking with two legs thing. It's harder than most people think, especially for a young little pup.
One year. The toddler had grown so damn fast. I'd been blessed with such a healthy, happy child. It was true what they say…the years go by in a flash and I couldn’t believe we were already a year into parenthood.
And such a healthy, happy mate.
"You want to know why I shift when I need to run somewhere?" Rhett said, standing to the side and watching his pup's lack of agility. "Because it's easier. We won't need to teach him how to walk with four legs. Much more intuitive."
"Well walking like this you have access to your opposable thumbs though, so I wouldn't knock it. And fingers. And hands." I liked to argue with my Alpha mate because it kept things interesting.
He ran his hand across my shoulder and to the middle of my chest. "Fair point. Lot of fun things you can do with those." He was definitely getting me in the mood for my Alpha to show me just how much he had mastered using his hands.
Among other extremities.
"You won't be able to talk like that in front of him soon enough," my father added, walking into the room.
Even after Whitt was born, he had proved to be such a great help. He was a natural father, and the world lost something by not giving him an Alpha who would have given him a bigger family. He had stepped up to the plate just when I had needed him, and I was immensely grateful for that.
So I was going to give him the bigger family he deserved. A tinge of warmth hit me, but I shook it off for now. There was always time for that, and certainly by all the fucking I did with Rhett, it was inevitable.
A knock on the door though shook us out of our serenity.
"Expecting someone, Rhett?" I said and raised an eyebrow. I had no idea who was potentially on the other side of our front door.
Rhett looked just as confused as I was. "Not at all."
My father raised an eyebrow as he stepped aside and let Rhett through as he made his way to our home's front door. Ever defensive, if there was an unusual knock on the door, he answered. He wasn't going to take a chance, however microscopic, that it was someone who wished his family harm. My father and I could listen and hear who was on the other side, but I held Whitt a little closer to me.
Little Whitt was a little scared by the sudden sound, so I picked him up off his feet and took him into my arms. "You're getting heavy, little one. I won't be able to do this forever."
As Rhett answered the door though, all color drained from his face.
"D – d – Dad!" His voice was a shriek.
Alpha Frost was standing in the door way, tall with his arms crossed. At his flank was Rhett's brother Zachary. They weren’t smiling. I gulped, not knowing what to expect, but fearing the worst.
"Rhett," he said flatly, letting out a breath. "May I come in?" It was a request, but sounded more like a demand.
"I suppose?" Rhett glanced back at me and my dad for support and coaxing.
I gave him a subtle nod, but squeezed Whitt close to me. Rhett reluctantly stepped back and let the two of them inside the house.
Alpha Frost then strolled in, looking around and checking out the surroundings. "My, my, you've done well for yourself haven't you?" The comment was laced with contempt and sarcasm.
"Business has been going fine, yes." Rhett appeared to be reeling from the presence of our unannounced guests.
Rhett's latest venture had really taken off. He bought us a modest yet fancy enough house to call home. It was certainly fancier than I ever hoped to live in before meeting Rhett. I was grateful for everything I had, and I knew Rhett was prideful because of it.
Alpha Frost continued to stroll around the place. He seemed terribly unsure of something, or uncomfortable in this setting to say the least. "So everything going well between you and...Beau was it?"
I winced internally at his father’s forgetting of my name.
"Going well as much as two soul-bound lovers can be." Rhett’s voice was flat and untrusting.
"That's good." He awkwardly stood around, hands behind his back. It was a submissive action for an Alpha, but a respectful one in the presence of his Alpha father.
"Um...it's nice to see you, Dad," Rhett said. "But after how we parted last time, I have to ask...why are you here?"
Alpha Frost was again slow to respond as he continued to sniff around. "Well...can't I come and visit my son?"
"Dad," Zachary said, glaring down the old wolf. "You know why you're here."
"I'm not in the mood to do favors," Rhett said, continuing to be disappointed in his father.
"I'm not here to ask you any favors, boy." Alpha Frost was taking his sweet time doing just about anything. "I'm just here to...just here to...uhm..."
I wished he would get to the point and spit it out already. I knew it was killing Rhett.
He couldn't make eye contact with his son, instead looking around at anything else.
Until his gaze finally landed on Whitt.
I took a deep breath and held it, anticipating a reaction that would be unfavorable. His hardened face softened for the first time I'd ever seen. "That's...that's my grandson?"
"Yes," I said and gulped nervously.
"May I hold him?" There was a smile on Alpha Frost’s face for the first time that I’d ever seen.
I looked Rhett's way for a response. He was surprised as I was. Our silence to the question though was enough to show why we were so apprehensive.
"I... I guess I don't deserve that. Rhett, my boy," he said, turning to his son and finally looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry."
Rhett's jaw hit the ground on those words. In a million years he’d never expect an apology from his father.
"I'm truly, sorry. Regretful. Flew thousands of miles to apologize. I'm sorry for how I acted—”
"We were all sort of stunned at what happened," Zachary said. "We knew Alpha Frost went on about non-shifters diluting the line as he said, but we didn't know he was actually serious about it. It took us months to say anything to him, to tell him that the rest of us thought what he had done was a little extreme."
"They...they sort of laid it on me that I was being ridiculous. It's your life. Fate has chosen your mate, and you accepted its choice. I should as well." His father nodded with confirmation of his kind words.
"It helped that we proved that this whole wolf-superiority thing was especially kinda silly," Zachary continued with a sheepish chuckle.
"Oh my...the things these people make up for the fact they can't tear people's throat out with their fangs. Very impressive. Going to use some of it to get a leg up over the Zimma and Akia. Scent blockers alone will let us hide and stalk them better."
"I can't believe you actually said those words," Rhett said, flatly.
"What words?"
"That you're sorry. That you're actually apologizing for acting like an ass."
Alpha Frost shrugged. "I'm an old wolf, Rhett. I'm set in my ways. You can teach an old dog new tricks, it just takes a while."
"It took a year, brother," Zachary said. "But I got through our dad's thick skull." He smirked as if he wanted recognition and credit for helping his dad to come around.
"I... I just can't believe you're here." Rhett shook his head, clearly dumbfounded.
"I am. Come here." He offered his arms out for a hug, extending them warmly and lovingly.
Eventually, shock faded from Rhett...and he accepted his father's embrace, as well as his brother's.
> It brought a smile to my face to finally see them mend fences. I knew how much his pack really meant to Rhett, and how painful it had been for him to be figuratively a lone wolf this past year. It killed me inside to see him mentally struggling with the fact that he had been shunned, outcast from his own family. Now, the hatchet was buried and we could all put this quarrel behind us.
Alpha Frost then turned to me and Whitt. "My grandson looks handsome and healthy. You've done a fine job."
I nodded, smiling, truly and remarkably touched by the compliments directed to my son.
I then offered Whitt to his Alpha grandfather by holding him up submissively as an action of peace.
The old wolf took him, and the hugest smile appeared on his face. He was glowing with affection that I’d never seen him reveal before now. Whitt reached out and stroked his cheek with a chubby little fist. "Oh yeah. I can smell it already. He's a fighter. Half a non-shifter isn't enough to counter the strength of a Frost."
I crossed my arms and shook my head at the comment.
He was an old man. He was hard to change. Yet somehow he did, and our family was now more complete than ever. My own father sat beside me just as happy as I was to see Rhett's reunion. We could rest easy knowing that Alpha Frost had finally met his grandson and more or less welcomed him in for acceptance. He was just a child, after all.
Watching all of them together, not fighting and getting along so well, it filled me with hope. Even more of it. I was already looking to our future as if it were bright, but now?
Life kept surprising me with how much better it could get.
The child was asleep, the wolves were passed out on the sofa, and my Omega father was snoring away in a recliner. It had been a vigorous day of play and talk, dinner, celebration, and everything else.
As the day wound down and sunset gave way to night fall, the last two conscious were Rhett and I.
"Today was....today was a day," Rhett said, falling back onto our bed and sighing with exhaustion and relief.
"It was wonderful. Our family is ever growing." The blissful smile on my face revealed how ecstatic I was over the reunion.
"Or just getting back to its rightful size."
"Then we need to grow it properly." I cradled up next to him, pushing myself closer and kissing him on the lips, nestling in to the burrow of his safe embrace.
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow my way.
"Something's been nagging at me in the past few days, Rhett. Something that only you can really help me with."
He raised an eyebrow. He was suspicious.
"It's been about a year. My body has healed, and things are getting back to normal. Including some usually annoying old visitors."
He sat up, and loomed closer to me. "Are you saying...?"
I nodded. "The heat is back. I need you. Let's do it again, Rhett, let's make sure little Whitt doesn't grow up without a little brother of his own."
His eyes lit up with the flame of desire that was so intense that it made my yearning pulse within my veins. "You didn't say please, but damn if I can ever refuse you, Beau."
My Alpha wasted little time accepting the invitation, our lips meeting so beautifully, and the heat going from subdued to very, very obvious.
His touch ignited my skin, my body still feeling so sensitive from it all. I scrambled to pull his shirt over his head, wanting to reveal the meat of my Alpha before me.
In the past year, sure we had embraced one another. We'd fucked a few times.
The heat turned a desire to please and be pleased into a burning obsession, everything feeling so much hotter and intense.
Since the stirring returned, I could barely go a minute without thinking of Rhett's hard cock up my ass, fucking me until he filled me with his seed proper. My asshole swelled and pulsed, wanting him to ram me with passion driven force. The animal instinct was inside us both, no matter shifter or not.
Kissing rained down on my face, his claws tearing at my top. I squirmed out of my shirt, bringing it over my head and flinging it across. His skin against mine, everything ignited a little hotter. We were panting and sweaty as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
"I'm going to take you, Beau. I'm going to fuck you and fill your ass every time you want it. This Alpha is at your service and is desperate to please you."
Nodding, I whimpered and pulled at the belt of his pants and he wanted little time in obeying my sheepish orders. Stripping himself down, revealing the buff, hairy man with a predator's eyes before me.
I could never believe just how unbelievably lucky I truly was to have him. He was smoldering hot, chiseled and perfect.
He was throbbing and hard, more erect than I had seen him in quite some time. The idea of a fertile, in heat Omega had to get him a little bit harder than he was usually. The tip of his rock-hard cock pulsed with desire, as pre-cum dripped and dribbled down his shaft. He made me tremble and quiver with lust.
It was enough to get me salivating with need too, and I started kicking off my own pants, absolutely ready and willing to open myself up to my mate.
Trying to turn over and present myself, a flat hand on my chest stopped me. "You're someone to be savored, Beau."
The flat of his hand slid down my chest, coming down my abs and up my cock. He jerked me suddenly, and I let out a brief, blissful cry of passion.
His hands weren't the only thing he was going to use, his eyes meeting my sex, and he licked his lips before those same lips wrapped themselves around my cock.
I gasped at his movements, him taking all of me down his throat, urging such unbelievable delight out of me with every little move.
He slid all of me past his lips, his tongue entwining all over me as he urged me deeper down his throat, every suck shoot lightning through me.
"Oh...oh, God, how the hell are you so good to me?" I managed to murmur through the astounding pleasure.
Harder, faster he sucked me. He kept pushing me through it all. I was struggling against him, everything so intense and powerful.
I was almost there. Almost to my limit...
Then the bastard stopped, teasing me right before I came.
"No, no, no, you don't get to cum unless I'm right there with you, remember?" His eyes twinkled with wild mischief.
I was panting and ripe, swollen and ready to shoot my load of cum down his throat, but he…stopped me right before it happened.
I whimpered pathetically, driven mad with desire.
Especially as he started to please me from another direction. His hand circling my pucker from behind, he flipped me over, and made me present my ass to him. I held my ass in the air and let him go crazy with exploring.
He was strong and in control as he always was, and at his complete mercy, I prepared for the best and the worst of his throbbing member going back there.
Rhett tickled me around that point, teasing me more, making me whimper even more. There were small tears in my eyes, but I was hardly sad about it, I was just so overwhelmed with sensations of pure ecstasy.
He rubbed himself over my ass cheeks, the throbbing nature of it pressing against my tight little hole. He caressed me so softly. "There is no way I will ever tire of you, Beau. There is no one more perfect for me in every conceivable way."
The tip of his cock tickled it too, but then he steadily began to push himself in, inch by inch. I gasped as he did so, always forgetting just how impressive he was. All of him was inside me, sliding in easily despite my protests.
"You're so damn warm, so damn tight. Giving birth has done nothing to take away from that."
I knew it wouldn't for him. It was wonderful knowing his appreciation for me was so unconditional. He wanted to make sure I blissfully enjoyed every minute of sex with him. He cared about my pleasure too.
The thunder rocked through me as he slid out, slid in, and started to fuck me, pumping slowly at first, then faster.
Like endless crashing waves, I tossed and turn for him, my body tensing up as the sensations
began to overwhelm me.
My hands balled up around the sheets of the bed. Through sheer instinct, I began to fuck him back, rocking back onto him, urging him to take me faster.
Harder, my body shook. Harder I slammed into his cock.
I tried to keep my moaning under control with our guests not far, but Rhett always made that impossible. He was just too good at working me, hitting all the spots he needed to make me scream for him.
Yet I also noticed how I was working him over so much too. I was crushing him, squeezing him, and he was grunting, barely holding on through the tightness of my Omega ass.
My lips trembling, murmuring for more, he took me by the hands and held me tight as we were both drawing closer to our final climax.
Feeling him so deep inside me, it bored a hole into my soul. It made me feel more complete, and I wondered if the feeling was exactly the same for him.
He swelled up inside of me. He was there. I was almost there.
Feeling him squeeze my hands, and groan his wonderful groans followed with all of his hot seed being blasted inside of me.
That was what I needed.
That pushed me over.
My vision went white from the sheer intensity of everything around me. How on earth was I meant to cope with such a sensation?
I must have passed out from bliss, because the next thing I remembered was Rhett holding me close as he always did, his cock knotted inside me, making sure I wasn't going anywhere until I was good and pregnant again.
"You okay there, Beau?" he whispered into my ear. Even his voice was so sweet to me now.
"What? Why wouldn't I be?"
"Your eyes rolled back into your head for a moment. I thought maybe something was wrong."
"You fucked me a bit too hard."
He laughed. "What, don't want me to do that again?"
I smiled. "No. I want you to do that every time. Fuck me so hard I forget how to tie my shoes."
"I don't know if I can manage that, babe, but I'll give it a good solid try."
Soft smiles on both of our faces. I had grown to love the time after sex as much as the sex itself. Him still embedded inside of me, holding me, I felt so warm, so loved. It was serene and blissful, so intimate what we shared post sex.
