An Omega For Two: An MMM Shifter MPREG Romance (SoCal Cuties Book 1)

by Aspen Grey

  Elijah had suggested doing something like Max, Matt and Marcus or Josh, Joel and Jimmy, but Sawyer had put the kibosh on that immediately saying it would be inevitable that we’d end up mixing them up or the kids at school would start singing horribly disgusting nursery rhymes about them to make fun of them. Of course, their being alphas would help mitigate most of that, but kids will be kids…and not all of them are wonderful.

  Not like mine…

  “Hey, it worked for Sandra Bullock in Bird Box, didn’t it?” John chuckled.

  “Oh, God!” Suzanne snorted. “Not that movie again!”

  “You didn’t like it?” Elijah joked. Suzanne held up a hand that simply said, “Don’t get me started.”

  “Why don’t you name them all after their grandfathers?” John suggested. “Little Johnny…little…?”

  His voice trailed off as he looked over at Sawyer and me, waiting for us to fill in the blanks with the names of our fathers. At first I thought Sawyer might balk at the idea, wishing to completely distance himself from his old family, but his expression shifted and after a moment he nodded.

  “Leonard,” he finally said. John’s eyes shifted to me.

  “Alexander,” I replied.

  “Johnny, Leonard and Alexander,” Elijah mused, looking to Sawyer and then to me. I looked back at him, then across the room to the members of my new family, which had grown considerably in the last few hours. Then, I slowly nodded.

  “I like it,” I told everyone. John smiled, proud of himself for his suggestion.

  “Strong names,” my mom agreed, bouncing one of the boys in her arms. “Which one will this little boy be?”

  “Alexander,” I told her. I don’t know why, but it felt right.

  “Then I’ve got Johnny,” Sawyer announced.

  “And I’ve got Leonard,” Elijah said.

  They all had gray eyes so far, which Violet told me was normal. They’d grow into their own colors soon enough, and they had messy blond hair that would probably stay like that as they grew.

  Taking a deep breath, I held my hands out to my mother. Without having to say anything, she understood, and handed me Alexander. He gurgled something between a cry and a laugh as she gave him to me, and I settled him in so he could nurse. I had a feeling that by the end of the week, I’d be ready to melt into a puddle of exhaustion from taking care of the hungry little boys, but that was part of the joy of being a father, right?

  The feeling of nurturing my child, something I’d created, was beyond anything I had known and was impossible to describe. It was something you had to experience, and I felt bad for those people out there who vowed, for some reason, to never have children. When Elijah and I were in our rut, the idea of me getting pregnant wasn’t even something we discussed. But of course, after meeting Sawyer and doing our…thing…it wasn’t just a possibility—it was a certainty.

  To never know the love of a child that you’d created suckling at your chest, taking its strength and life from you, would be such a sorrow, and I couldn’t help but think about just how my life would have turned out had Elijah and I never had our wild idea and gone out that night and run into Sawyer.

  But maybe it was fate. That was a thing, right? Fated mates? But wasn’t that only for pairs? Couples? Twosomes? Did it apply here to us in our “strange” little relationship? It sure seemed like it, because when I thought back to that first time with Sawyer, when I gazed into his eyes and knew instantly that I wanted him—needed him—to breed me, that he was the one for me. The one for us.

  To be honest, it had taken our parents a little while to understand and accept what was going on. But I understood that. It wasn’t “normal” what we were doing, but once they saw how happy we were and just how good we were together, they’d accepted it. I’d been afraid it would be hard for them, and even had nightmares about what would happen if they ended up being opposed to our nontraditional arrangement, but now, as I lay back on the couch with Alexander on my chest, I realized just how stupid I’d been for worrying.

  “Mom,” I said as I felt the blanket of sleep begin to drape itself across my eyes.

  “Yes, sweetie?” she replied, her voice warm like hot chocolate.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “And so do I,” Sawyer added.

  “And me too,” Elijah said.

  Filled with warmth, I smiled and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Elijah

  I was exhausted, but that was to be expected. Taking care of three baby boys and a mate who’d just given birth wasn’t exactly setting up a new TV or working on someone’s wireless internet connectivity issues. It was a full-time job, and even with the parents being here, everyone was chipping in to keep the house running. But for now, just for right now, I needed a shower. Desperately.

  I’d chosen the one upstairs so I could just take a moment to get away from the hustle and bustle of things and clean myself off and head back downstairs feeling fresh. I turned on the water and stepped beneath its stream and closed my eyes, letting the warmth spill over me like a refreshing hot spring. I reached for the soap, but as I did, I felt a presence behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around. There was no mistaking that scent.

  “Mmmm, come to join me, Sawyer?” I said coyly as he moved up behind me, naked as the day he was born, and slid an arm around my waist.

  “I thought we could both use a quick break,” he said with a smile into my ear.

  “A quickie?” I whispered. “Is that what you’re saying?”

  It was rare that Sawyer and I ever “got down” together without Max being involved. I guess because we had originally started things out as a threesome, they’d just progressed that way throughout our relationship and we’d always end up tumbling around together. Sawyer liked to handle Max on his own throughout the pregnancy however, and I chalked that up to the fact that he was carrying his baby. So now, with Sawyer coming onto me one-on-one like this, I was feeling extra enthusiastic, and it was obvious just by looking between my legs.

  My erection began to grow, flexing as the blood pumped into it as Sawyer’s hands circled my waist and traced the lines of my abs. It tickled in the best way possible and he teased me as he moved his fingertips down toward my pubic area then quickly diverted just before he touched my sweet spot. Instead, he caressed my thigh and pressed his body against mine.

  I felt his strong chest on my back first—like a plank of hard wood (not the hard wood between his legs, a different kind) that held strong against me as I leaned back against him. Then, the feeling of his hips against my lower back, and as he leaned forward, the best part.

  I may not be an omega like Max, but my slick began pouring as my body tingled with the anticipation of Sawyer having his way with me. Despite the fact that we’d been together for four months now, Sawyer being into me still made me feel special. I didn’t know whether or not I should feel weird about that and should be over the fact that he wanted me—I mean, he was my mate, right—but it still did.

  His hands, strong with intent, gripped my waist and pulled me close to him. His cock, hard like a steel pole, slid between my legs, pushing my balls and cock out of the way as he teased me with a taste of what was to come.

  “This is…unexpected,” I told him as his scent swept into my lungs and the warm water spilled down around us.

  “I saw you head upstairs and I was feeling a little…excited,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

  “Mind?” I laughed. “Are you kidding? I’m yours!”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” He snarled in reply, and before I could react, snatched me up with his impressive grip and thrust me against the wall, pinning me there helplessly. Not that I wanted to go anywhere, of course.

  With the palm of his hand, he pressed down on my lower back. I could feel the calluses and the strength of his fingers. With the other hand, he scooped my hips back, forcing my ass out and exposing my h
ole. I sensed him leaning back to get a good look at it, and when he moaned with approval, my horniness was taken to the next level.

  “I love your little hole,” he told me. The burning lust inside me flared like gasoline thrown on a campfire. The smell of hickory, of Sawyer, filled the shower and I pressed my cheek against the cold tile wall and surrendered to him.

  His foot found my ankle and he kicked my legs apart, preparing me for what was to come. When he leaned forward and kissed me, just as the tip of his dick pressed against my puckered hole, I gasped and groaned.

  “Take me, Sawyer,” I told him. “Fuck me hard.”

  “You want it, don’t you?” he asked me. We liked talking, Sawyer and me. I loved how verbal he was. It was something Max and I had never done enough of, but ever since bringing Sawyer into our relationship, we’d begun doing it more. I don’t know what it was, but hearing him vocalize his attraction to me was just the greatest thing ever.

  “Yes!” I cried out.

  “You want to be a little slut for me, don’t you?”

  “YES!” I was practically foaming at the mouth for him. I pushed back against him, hoping that his massive dick would just slide inside of me, but he pulled back, teasing me with the gratification I so hoped for.

  “You want me to fuck the shit out of you while your parents are downstairs with the kids?”

  “Oh my God, Sawyer, please fuck me!” I groaned as the moment reached a new high. It was like watching a rocket ready to take off and seeing the cloud of smoke and flames as the engines warmed up and just anticipating that moment when it would finally lift off and shoot up into space.

  “Beg for it,” he told me.

  “Pleeease fuck me!” I gasped.

  “You want it inside you?”

  “Yes! All of it!”

  “Tell me to give you my dick,” he commanded me.

  “Give me your cock, Sawyer,” I told him desperately. Feverishly.

  “All of it?” he asked.

  “All of it!” I told him. And then, finally, my mate put me out of my misery.

  His dick slid inside of me like it belonged there, and I felt as though I was about to explode from the inside. He didn’t hold back at all, and didn’t even give me a second to get used to it. He hadn’t been inside me for a few days, what with the pregnancy and everything, and I thought my eyes might bulge out of my skull as he just started to fuck me.

  “Ho-lee-shit!” I gasped, my breath coming in chattered fragments with each thrust from his enormous dick. “Oh-my-God-that-is-so-fu-cking-good!”

  His breath was rough and heavy as he pounded me, and I could feel his burning desire in every stroke. My ass clapped back against his thighs as he fucked me, delighting in my hole and me delighting in how incredible it felt—not only for me but for him.

  Bringing his lips to my ear, he kissed and groaned at the same time, amplifying the sensations running between us. It was like we were both a conduit for the flow of electricity that ran through the earth and with each stroke of his cock that same energy grew and grew and grew, swelling like his cock did when he was turned on by me.

  I thought about what was going on downstairs—the lovely nesting around the boys, with my parents and Max’s mother—and felt so, so dirty in the best way possible. They were all down there relaxing, warm and safe and sound, while we were up in the bathroom fucking. It was like one of those scenes in a porn film where people sneak off to fuck while the rest of the party is watching the Super Bowl or something.

  “Take it like a good boy,” Sawyer told me. “Take it like my little slut.”

  “Yes! I’m a little slut for you, daddy!”

  His dick found my sweet spot, poked and massaged it with each thrust. I couldn’t tell if it was his sweat or the water that was dripping down on my back, but I wanted it to be a mixture of both. I wanted to be covered in everything of his, including his cum, despite also loving it in my ass and throat. For some reason, our little private rendezvous had me feeling like I wanted to be coated—given a nice facial.

  “Do what you want with me,” I told him. “Take me how you want me.”

  I reached between my legs and began stroking, the pleasure of him being inside me enhancing the sensations in my own dick. As his balls slapped against mine, I felt the orgasm inside of me beginning to awaken, just waiting for the right moment to come to the surface.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Sawyer

  I was feeling extra naughty as I slammed Elijah, pinning him to the wall with my cock, his back arched like he had lordosis or something, showing off his beautiful ass that sparkled and gleamed beneath the water that coated his body.

  He smelled glorious and his slick was pouring like a good boy, coating my enormous cock and lubricating it perfectly so I could slam into him without hesitation. I hadn’t even been able to hold back when I slid inside of him for the first time. Thankfully, I hadn’t hurt him, because I just simply had to be inside of him.

  My fatherly instincts had taken over for at least the last twenty-four hours, and the instant I saw Elijah head upstairs and thought about sneaking up there to fuck him, I started getting hard. There was no way I was going to stay downstairs and fight an erection, so instead of trying to think it away, I took it upstairs to my sexy, delicious mate.

  It was rare that Elijah and I found ourselves getting into it without Max around, and it felt like a special little treat that neither of us had indulged in for too long. I watched his ass shake as I fucked him—his hole clutched at my thick shaft as I slid in and out of him, as though trying its best to keep me inside. I felt his sweet spot, that warm mound inside his ass that drove him wild and would inevitably cause his body to shake and his orgasm to overwhelm him. What’s more, I felt my own explosion beginning to form.

  My cum was pooling in my balls, getting ready to explode all over him, and that’s where I was going to put it. I don’t know how I knew that he wanted it on him instead of inside him, but I did, and I was more than happy to oblige. I was feeling like a porn star, a performer, a sexual god as I pounded him upstairs while our family rested beneath us. I wanted to see his pretty little face covered in my alpha juices, making him look even sexier than usual.

  “You-are-so-god-damn-huh-yoo-yoo-yooge!” he stammered, his breath escaping his lips between each one of my thrusts. His hole was turning pinkish red from all the pounding, and as I moved my hands from his waist to his shoulders, I could see the marks from my fingers, red against his skin where I’d been clutching him tightly.

  “Fuck, yes,” I growled, using the extra leverage from my new grip on his body to drive my cock harder and deeper inside of him.

  I felt him squeeze tight around me and knew he was on the verge of exploding. His hand was pumping away on his own erection between his legs, and each time I felt my balls slap against his, I felt dirtier and dirtier in the best way possible and knew it wasn’t long before I was ready to unload on him.

  “You getting close?” I asked him. “You like feeling my dick inside you?”

  “Yes!” he cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You want to come with me?” I asked him.

  “Yes!”

  “I’m going to fucking come all over your face,” I told him, thrusting away, spanking his ass with one of my hands, and doing it hard enough to leave a huge red mark. He yelped and I felt his hole tighten again. So I gave him another, this one even harder, that shook his entire body. His hole snatched my cock like a clenched fist and I felt myself go over the edge. Sliding out of him, I snatched whatever hair I could get on his head and pulled him to his knees before me.

  “Open your fucking mouth,” I told him. He instantly did. “Stick out your fucking tongue. I’m gonna come.”

  I looked at his beautiful, obedient face and then down to his hand, furiously stroking his cock that stood up straight between his legs and felt my orgasm barrel through me like a train.

  An enormous shot of my cum sprayed out of me and landed
on his chin, tongue, lips, nose and forehead—some of it even continued on and hit the wall of the shower.

  “Fuck, yes, baby!” Elijah cried out. I pumped more cum and watched as his dick exploded, fountaining his beta batter up and across his abs and inner thighs. “I’m coming!”

  “Come for me,” I told him as I kept shooting my hot load across his cheeks. He closed his eyes to avoid being blinded as I rained down an enormous amount of my seed.

  We came together, my hands clutching his hair and my eyes fixed on his dick as it flexed and sprayed his pretty white load all over himself. It was just absolutely fucking incredibly filthy and filled with love at the same time.

  My vision flashed and blurred as my orgasm smacked me around, threatening to knock me off balance. I pressed a hand against the wall and slumped forward as the last of my cum poured out of me, letting my cock rest on Elijah’s tongue that hung from his open mouth. I gulped air and breathed deep as I lowered my eyes to his and looked down at the sweet, sexy scene we’d created.

  My dick was thick and veiny, still hard as Hell but starting to come down, lying across his face triumphantly like a person’s forearm, while his cheeks and forehead and even the eyelids on his left eye were coated with the cum I’d pumped out all over him like my dick was a fire hose. As I watched, he smiled with his eyes and swallowed the cum I’d put onto his tongue and then slid his lips over the tip of my cock and sucked gently. My body quivered at the oversensitivity.

  “Fuck!” I laughed, shuddering and pulling back from him slightly. I wanted to still be inside of him, of course, but the post-orgasm sensation was too much for me to handle. I’d come so much harder than I’d expected, especially from a quickie, having not realized just how incredible our little unexpected session was going to be.

  “You taste so good, baby,” Elijah told me, using a finger to push the remainder of my nectar from his face into his mouth and that turned me on even more and made me wonder about going for round two with him. Then I remembered everyone was downstairs and if we were gone for too long, not only would it be rude and our absence would be noted, but people would probably figure out what we were up to.