Omega House Boxset Books 1-5: Alpha Omega Mpreg Romance

by Aria Grace

  “I’m sorry,” Freddie says quietly as more tears roll down my chest.

  I press a kiss to the top of his head then rest my cheek there. “What are you sorry for? It was a simple accident. Now we know to check that first before we panic.”

  “I just thought…” He can’t finish the words. And I completely understand why. I feel the same way.

  “I know, baby. I was afraid too. But he’s okay. Our little guy is safe and perfect, and I’ve got you both.”

  A full-body shiver courses through Freddie as I rub up and down his bicep, realizing his bare skin is cool. “You’re cold, baby. Do you want to lie down for a little while and warm up?”

  He nods and allows me to stand up with him still in my arms and carry him to his bed. He gently lays Colby on the mattress then spoons in behind him, just staring at his son as the baby breathes in and out.

  I tuck the blanket around Freddie so he can warm up then reach for the lamp to turn it on. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” Freddie’s question catches me off guard, and I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “When?”

  “About wanting to see where things go with us. I mean, I guess I should ask if you still mean it. Even after what you just witnessed?”

  I gently rub my finger over Colby’s soft cheek while looking right at Freddie. “Of course I meant it. And I still mean it. I’m here, Freddie, and I’m not going anywhere. If you’re willing to give me a chance, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you and Colby. And I’ll never let anything bad happen to you guys.”

  Freddie smiles and another tear leaks out of his eyes, but this time, I think it’s a happy tear. “I’d like that.”

  I stand over my guys, wondering what to do next. “Are you sure it’s okay for him to sleep with you in the bed?” Freddie has been diligent about not co-sleeping out of fear that he’ll roll over on top of Colby.

  He nods slowly with his eyes locked on his son. “I’m not going to fall asleep. I don’t know if I can ever sleep again. I just want to watch him for now.”

  “Okay.” I take a few steps away before his hand reaches out from the blankets and stops me.

  “Will you stay with us?”

  The vulnerability and fear in Freddie’s eyes erases any lingering doubts I might have had about whether he was willing to accept me into his family or not. Without a word, I round the bed and climb in behind him, sliding all the way against his back so that he is cocooned in my arms. After giving a reassuring hug to Freddie, I reach over him and place a protective hand on Colby’s thigh, claiming my new family and promising to always protect them with the gesture.

  26

  Freddie

  Only having two more days with Ethan after that first night was not enough. Not by a longshot. Once we broke the seal, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, constantly touching and kissing and fucking whenever possible. The funny thing is, I wasn’t in heat. I don’t know what was happening or why, but I loved it and didn’t even try to question things I didn’t understand. Ethan is a gift from the heavens and the insatiable desire we feel for each other is just a bonus that neither one of us will ever complain about.

  Andy, on the other hand, did complain a few times when we continued to disappear into the room every time Colby was either occupied with him or sleeping. But now that Ethan is on a tour in Europe, we all feel a bit melancholy.

  My new job has been a great distraction from missing Ethan. I’ve only been working here for three days, but between keeping things running smoothly at the front desk and checking in on Colby for feedings and quick cuddle breaks, my days have been going by quickly.

  And having an income feels amazing.

  I’ve never had a steady job in which I was allowed to keep my earnings. The only real job I’ve ever had was when I was an owned whore for the breeding farm I was rescued from, and the only payment I earned there was room and board. The alphas who owned the place kept all the money earned from my services and from the babies they adopted out. So having a means to support myself and my son means the world to me.

  And it helps keep a smile on my face throughout the day as I’m answering phones. Speaking of, this thing is ringing off the hook. Naheed is starting a new alpha mentorship program and bringing in professors and other professionals from the city to speak to the residents about career opportunities. Since the program was announced, I’ve been fielding calls from alphas looking to get some professional development hours and omegas interesting in signing up for seminars. By the time my shift ends and Sean comes up to relieve me at five, I’m exhausted.

  Colby and I head straight home, grateful that Andy took the time to teach me how to drive during my maternity leave and making sure I got my license before starting my new job. Ethan left a set of keys to his car for me to use while he’s gone, so Colby and I have complete freedom. It’s a heady feeling. One that I would have killed to experience a few short months ago.

  But now, what I love even more than that is the feeling of ownership I have whenever Ethan is around. I don’t want to be free anymore. I want to be his. I never would have expected to feel that way after the years I spent actually being owned by such horrible men. But Ethan isn’t like them, and I’m not the same man I used to be either. I’m now a dad and a best friend and a partner. And I love knowing Ethan wants me as his and only his.

  * * *

  “Have fun, lover boy!” Andy practically pushes me out the door when it comes time to go get Ethan. “Do something I wouldn’t do.”

  I laugh at his ridiculous statement and run down the stairs, excited to see my alpha. Ethan was gone for three and a half weeks on two tours, and the nightly Skype sessions aren’t good enough. At first, it was fun to get each other off over the computer camera, but after a few days, it was just torture. Mind-blowingly sexy torture, but torture nonetheless. I watched him fuck his omega fleshlight as he called out my name and that was hot. Very hot. But it actually made me a little jealous of the plastic and silicone toy. I should be taking his seed, nothing else.

  Ethan got tested the day he left for his trip, and his test results are tucked safely in my pocket. I’m confident in the results, but I didn’t feel right opening his mail when he wasn’t there. And especially when he wasn’t around to celebrate with. Hence the hotel room we’ve reserved for the evening.

  We aren’t going to stay overnight since I need to get home to Colby, but we’ll have at least three hours for me to properly welcome Ethan home. And a proper welcome home is exactly what I have in store for him.

  After an embarrassingly long hello kiss at the arrivals door, we head straight to the hotel near the airport. Thankfully, Andy had the smart idea to get the room there so we didn’t have to wait an extra two hours to get home. That was a good idea since my ass is dripping with slick and my balls want to explode before we’re even out of the elevator and inside the room.

  “I’ve missed you so damn much, baby.” Ethan is tearing at my clothes as he nuzzles my neck, breathing in my scent.

  “Me too, Ethan. So badly.” I slide his shirt over his head then reach for the button on his jeans. “I need you…all of you.”

  His hands halt for a second as he looks me right in the eye. “Did the results come back?”

  I nod and point to my jacket on the floor. “In my pocket.”

  Ethan kisses me hard before stepping away, dropping his jeans and boxers to the ground as he goes. When he bends over to search through my jacket, I have the perfect view of his muscular ass. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

  “You didn’t open it.” He holds up the envelope with questioning eyes. “Why not?”

  “I wanted you to be with me so we could…celebrate.”

  His gaze is hot enough to sear right through my skin as he tears open the side of the envelope and slips out the paper. His wide grin is answer enough to any questions about his results.

  “All clear.” He tosses the paper to the ground and stalks back toward me.

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sp; “Me too.” He knows that I was tested prior to giving birth and also have a clean bill of health.

  “So that means…” Ethan knows exactly what it means but I can tell he wants to hear me say it. And that’s okay because I’m so damn happy to oblige him.

  “It means I want you to fuck me hard and leave your seed in my ass, Ethan.” I kiss him hard and wrap my legs around his waist when he lifts me up. “I want you to fill me up until I have your baby growing inside me.”

  Ethan’s hard cock is poking at my balls with each step we take, but instead of lowering me to the bed like I expect, Ethan presses me against the wall and lines the head of his dick up to my opening. “I’m gonna give you my babies. Load after load of babies. And when my come is dripping out of you every time you move, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

  I can’t wait anymore. My cock is too hard and my hole is too empty. I wrap my hand around my dick and leverage off the wall so my ass lands right on the head of his cock. “Breed me, Ethan.”

  And breed me, he does.

  Over and over again.

  27

  Ethan

  Eight months later…

  “That’s it.” I pick up Freddie and spin him in my arms. “My last tour.”

  He kisses me gently then cups my face in his palms. “Are you sure this is what you want? I know you love that job.”

  I walk him to the couch and sit down before pulling him across my lap. “I did love that job…when I was single. But now I love you….and Colby.” I rest a palm on his protruding belly. “And this little one in here.”

  Freddie lifts my hand off his belly and kisses my palm before setting it back where it was. “We love you too.”

  “Well, then you understand why I want to be with you every minute of every day.” I lean back, and Freddie curls into a ball in my lap. A very big ball.

  “I just don’t want you to ever have regrets because of us.”

  I shake my head and press my lips to his temple as I consider whether or not to wait. I have a whole plan that I’ve been working on for months, but Freddie needs reassurance now. And what Freddie needs, Freddie gets. “Let me go grab something. I’ll be right back.”

  I slide Freddie off my lap and onto the sofa cushion so his legs are comfortably resting in front of him. I slip a pillow behind his back and one under his swelling ankles then give him a quick kiss. “Don’t move.”

  He leans his head against the cushion and closes his eyes. “Even if I want to, which I don’t, you’ll be back long before I can pull myself off this couch.”

  I run into Andy’s room to grab the box I’ve had hidden in there. Since he’s living on campus, Andy only comes home for one or two nights a month when he needs a Colby fix…or a real meal.

  When I walk out, Freddie leisurely opens his eyes and gives me a lazy smile until he sees the small black box in my hand. His eyes instantly fill with tears as he leans forward, trying unsuccessfully to get up.

  I smile and place an arm on his shoulder before dropping down on one knee. “I have a whole romantic evening planned for this weekend, but I just can’t wait any longer. I want you to know that I’ll never regret any decisions I make that keep you in my life. And asking you to marry me and be my mate is the best decision I’ll ever make.”

  I take Freddie’s hand in mine and place a kiss on his palm before resting it against my chest. “I’ve loved you from the first day I met you, and I promise to love you until the day I die. Frederick Joseph Hartwick, will you marry me?”

  Tears are streaming down his face as he nods emphatically. “Yes, Ethan. Of course, yes!”

  I swipe at a few tears on my cheeks before standing up with Freddie in my arms. “I love you, baby. I’ll love you forever.”

  “I love you too, Ethan.” He brushes his lips against mine in a series of gentle kisses. “Now fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck his husband.”

  28

  Freddie

  “Hee-hee-hoo. Hee-hee-hoo.” Seriously, with all the gadgets designed to make conception and pregnancy easy…and to keep the baby healthy and happy after birth, how is it possible that no one has come up with a way of making the labor process more…dignified.

  “You’re doing so good, baby.” Ethan has been monitoring my contractions like a champ, always warning me before they come and letting me use him as a squeeze toy during the worst of them. “The man with the happy juice will be here any minute.”

  “Find him now!” I belt out, but since Ethan is the only person in the room, it falls on deaf ears because we both know he’s not going anywhere. Since that very first day when he walked into Omega House, he has proven time and time again that he would always be there when I needed him. And the birth of our daughter is no exception.

  We considered waiting to be surprised about the gender of this baby, but I got sucked into the excitement that is a gender reveal party. So, one week ago, exactly three weeks before my due date, we cut into a huge pink cake at Omega House with all of our friends and family around to help us celebrate. “It should be passing, baby. Do you feel any relief?”

  I nod as I close my eyes and lean back in the uncomfortable hospital bed. “Yeah, sorry. That was a big one.”

  Ethan looks nervous as his eyes flit between his watch and the monitor. “They’re getting pretty close. I think we need to do this fast.”

  I press the button for the nurse, praying we’re not too late. I so don’t want to do this without the happy juice. Just as I start to scream at the disembodied voice that fills the room through the intercom system, a cart appears in the doorway and my anesthesiologist walks in. “Thank god, you’re finally here!”

  He grins at my enthusiastic welcome. “Got a little hung up, but I think we’re still okay on time.” He studies a printout from the monitor before looking at my ragged face and nods. “Yeah, let’s do this quick.”

  * * *

  Caitlin Hartwick Carson is gorgeous. Her green eyes are so attentive to everyone around her and they light up every time Ethan walks into a room. She’s a girl after my own heart. And her brother’s. And her father’s. Even though Colby just celebrated his first birthday, he’s very in tune with his baby sister. He shares his toys with her and leaves slobbery kisses all over her face every chance he gets.

  And we already have hours of video to prove it.

  Having two babies back-to-back is probably daunting to most couples, but for Ethan and me, it was the obvious decision. We’ve barreled into parenting in the same way we barreled into our relationship. At a hundred miles an hour.

  And it’s perfect.

  There are no regrets and no what-ifs. Only love and excitement and promises that we get to wake up and do it again every day for the rest of our lives.

  Omega’s First

  Omega House #3

  By Aria Grace

  29

  Jude

  For a group of people who claim to be all about customer satisfaction, these assholes really know how to piss me off. I took this job as a favor to my buddy, Matt, and I’m definitely regretting it. Matt knows his customer support team is struggling but I don’t think he has any idea how bad it is.

  “I hear what you’re saying, but users don’t interact with the web like that anymore. You can’t just pop a button on a page and expect people to buy your products. You have to move them through the sales funnel so they come to that conclusion on their own.” Chris Murdoch, the idiot who has been assigned to provide me with content waves off my concerns as if I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.

  “With all due respect, I think I know our customers a little bit better than you do. If you can just list the most important products here.” He points to the left side of the projection screen where I’ve got a mockup of my proposed website displayed. “And then, list out some of the features and benefits over here, I think we’ll be good.”

  I clench my teeth, trying not to groan out loud. It’s not like we haven’t been through this a hundred
times. What he’s asking for is user interface 1999. It’s dated and ugly. Not to mention that decades of science have proven that people shop in different ways now. I refuse to put my name on something that I know is not going to be successful.

  “Okay, let’s take a step back. Can you tell me some of the competitor sites you’ve seen that work in the way you’re describing?” Hopefully this will shut him up because nobody does this.

  He looks at me curiously, like my words don’t make sense to him. “Are you suggesting we copy what other people are doing?”

  I shrug. “Not copy, but we should benchmark your competition to make sure that a customer who is familiar with your competitor will understand how to use your site when they visit. There’s no need to reinvent the wheel if something is working well for other companies in your industry.”

  “Oh, um, no, I haven’t done that.”

  Of course he hasn’t. Why would he? “No problem. That’s what you hired me for.” This guy doesn’t seem to realize there’s a reason his company is paying me six figures to complete this project for him. It’s because I know what the hell I’m doing and he doesn’t. “Let me show you what I found during my research.”

  I pull up the competitive analysis I did as soon as I accepted the project. Then I spend the next thirty minutes explaining to him why the things he’s proposing are wrong and why my proposal is exactly in-line with what his target audience will be expecting.

  It takes some time, but he finally begins to budge.

  “Okay, fine.” Murdoch sighs in defeat. “You’re the expert, so I’ll let you lay out the page the way you think is best.”

  “Thank you.” I’d like to celebrate this victory, but I know it’ll be short-lived. Next time I see him, I’m very sure we’ll have the same damn conversation because this is not the first time we’ve had it. But at least I can get the hell out of here for the night. “I’ll begin working on it immediately, and you should have something to review when we meet again in two weeks.”