Untouched Omega: Wolves of Mist Peak - Book 4

by Grey, Aspen

  “So am I, baby. So am I.”

  Chapter Five

  Jude

  Four Months Later…

  “C, F, A,” I muttered as I clumsily played the three major chords in succession on the piano that Alexei had bought me two months ago after he saw me watching YouTube videos. I loved it, but I wasn’t that good…yet. “Er…was it G?”

  “How’s it coming?” Alexei asked as he came in from outside, the July sun streaming in the back wall of windows, illuminating his sweaty, gorgeous body. “Are you my little Mozart yet?”

  “Not quite yet,” I replied, banging the keys with my fists, making a horrible out-of-tune sound. “But I can play this!”

  I broke into chopsticks, playing it at about three times the speed as it was meant to be played, which always made Alexei either laugh or cringe. Today, thankfully, he laughed.

  “You are a wizard!” he said as he grabbed a glass of ice water from the kitchen. Oh, and did I mention he was completely naked? Alexei wasn’t one of those guys to fall out of shape, and took at least one run, in wolf form, around the property each day. It helped keep his stamina up (wink, wink) and I think—actually, I know—that he also loved seeing my face as he came into the house naked and gave me a look at his body.

  It had been four months since he’d rescued me from that horrible dive, Entrance at the Rear, saved me from Marcus, brought me back here and gave me a new life. In fact, it wasn’t the only new life—I had another growing in my belly.

  “How’s my baby boy? I met up with that healer, Clarice. She says she can help us with the birth if we need her,” he said as he came over beside me and put a hand on my baby bump, which was quite substantial at this point. He joked that it looked like I had a watermelon stashed underneath my t-shirt. I’d had to buy a whole new wardrobe—well, Alexei had bought it for me—since he got me pregnant. None of my old shirts fit, and even though I could still get my pants onto my legs, I couldn’t buckle them, so I’d taken to wearing sweat pants. They were Gucci sweatpants that Alexei had ordered, but they were still sweat pants.

  “How are you so sure he’s a boy?” I asked. “You know, it might end up being a girl, and I think it’s going to be.”

  “Yeah? Why do you say that?”

  “I was watching this podcast, and some lady was talking about ‘hot balls syndrome,’ where athletic men end up having females.”

  Alexei burst out laughing. “Hot balls syndrome?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, she said it’s like…the sperm that would have made male babies end up dying when your balls get…hot…like when you’re an athlete, and you end up having only the girl ones left, which is why so many football players end up having daughters.”

  “So, you’re saying I’ve got hot balls?” Alexei winked, stepping even closer to me, so close that his scent and musk enveloped me.

  “Fishing for compliments?” I asked, reaching out and taking the tip of his dick between my thumb and forefinger, but just long enough to give it a quick pinch.

  “Oooh!” he growled. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me right up to his crotch. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  “Right back atcha, killer,” I teased. “You were just out for a run, I wouldn’t want to tire you out…”

  I reached up and ran the backs of my fingers against his sweaty balls, causing him to quiver slightly. He growled and looked down at me.

  “Oh, you think I’m tired? I don’t think you remember who you’re mated too!”

  Before I could react, Alexei had me down on my knees in front of him with one of his hands clenching my hair tightly. I loved it when he did that. He was such an alpha, and despite all the sass I gave him and the way I still loved to tease him, whenever he’d decided he’d had enough of my shit, or wasn’t going to let me kiss around his cock and wanted my lips on it, he’d take control and show me what to do. And apparently, right now after his run, he wanted me.

  “Open up that mouth for me,” he commanded, using one hand to push down my jaw. I slapped his thighs with my hands and shook my head, doing everything I could to resist. It was a fun game I liked to play with him, but he was so strong and there was nothing I could do. He forced my mouth open and then shoved his cock between my lips. He wasn’t completely hard, but it only took a few seconds for him to be. I groaned as he reached full mast and I felt the tip of his dick press against the back of my throat.

  “That’s right,” he said, finally loosening his grip on my hair. He knew I wasn’t going to fight back anymore. He ran his hands over my body, including my chest, which was swollen in anticipation of the baby. I had the urge to show myself to him, and pulled my lips away for one moment so I could strip out of my shirt and expose myself. I thought this was just going to be a quick blowjob, but I was wrong. When Alexei saw my baby bump, he went wild.

  “Get up, get up, get up,” he said quickly. I tried to stand, but he was already lifting me. He hoisted me easily and set me down on my back on top of the piano. “Look at that. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.”

  “You’re just a sweet talker,” I teased as he touched my hole with his cock. I was just starting to get wet with my slick, but Alexei wasn’t waiting. He squatted down in front of me, spread my cheeks open and spit right on my hole. The sensation and absolutely primal lustful filthiness of it drove me wild. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Stick that cock in me!”

  Instead of closing my eyes, I looked down between my legs as he entered me. I could hardly believe it every time he put that monster inside of me. It just didn’t make sense that it fit, but my body did everything it could to accommodate him. He knew how much I liked to watch, and grabbed me by the back of the neck and bent my head down and held it there so I could see as he fucked me.

  With his other hand, he grabbed my cock and began to stroke it as he fucked me. He squeezed it, producing a long line of precum that he used to lube up his palm. I groaned and felt my eyelids flutter as he jerked me off, his cock pressing against my sweet spot the entire time. He knew the exact right angle that I needed in this position to drive me wild.

  “You thought you were just gonna blow me, didn’t you?” Alexei asked, his voice deep and filled with fire. “But you know daddy needs his hole, don’t you?”

  Daddy…mmm…I loved it when he called himself that.

  “It’s your hole, daddy,” I replied. “You can have it whenever you want.”

  “You like my cock, baby?”

  “I love your cock, daddy!”

  My dick was all the way hard now, but he stopped stroking it and let it lay flat against my stomach. He moved his hands to my balls and pulled them taut.

  “Jerk your cock,” he ordered me. “I like to watch.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  I did as I was told and began to jerk myself off while he fucked me. It felt incredible to be so open with him that I could do it without feeling self-conscious. I know he was the only guy I’d slept with, but I felt like if he were anyone else I’d want to have the lights off and be hiding myself from him while we just enjoyed having sex with each other. But with Alexei, I wanted him to see everything. I wanted to show him how much I wanted and appreciated him. And jerking off while he fucked me was a perfect way to do that.

  I watched his abs ripple as his hips thrust forward and back, forward and back. His chest looked like he’d just gotten done doing an afternoon of bench press, and the way his long mane of black hair hung across his face made me feel like I was being fucked by a rock star.

  But I’m more than a groupie, I thought. I won him over.

  “Your hole feels so good,” he growled as he put a hand over my throat. He kissed me as he began choking me, which was the perfect combination of tender and rough. As I started being unable to breath, I felt a pressure in my face but also in my cock. My whole body felt like it was expanding (not just my hole as he stretched me). It felt so incredible to be dominated, to feel completely owned by someone.

  “
Y—yes,” I managed to whisper. “F-fuck me.”

  Alexei picked up the pace and began pounding me so hard that I started to slide across the piano top. I reached down to steady myself, and accidentally slammed my hand against the bass keys, causing a horrible sound to ring out. But neither of us cared. We were lost in each other.

  I got my hand back on my cock and began to stroke it as he pounded me like a wild beast. It was so goddamn hot. He was just dripping in “alphaness,” and nothing made me feel more secure as his omega than when he was taking me the way he wanted.

  He let go of my balls and began caressing my baby bump while he fucked me. As he did, he slowed his strokes, making them longer and more deliberate. He almost actually came out of me, then looked down as he slammed it back where it belonged. I gasped as he did it again.

  “Don’t come out of me!”

  “Is that an order?” he asked with a sly grin. “Are you telling me what to do?”

  “I’m begging,” I replied as he kept pulling his cock out. In another second I’d see the head and he’d be out of me. “Please!”

  “You need my cock inside of you?” he asked. I looked between my legs as the tip of his dick appeared. “No! No, baby! Please!”

  I stopped completely, with only the tiniest bit of his cock inside me, like he was just beginning to penetrate me for the first time. The edge of his lips twisted into a devilish grin as he reached up to my lips with one finger. I opened and began to suck it. He pressed it deeper inside, all the way to the back of my throat, and as he did, slammed his cock back into my hole.

  “FUCK!” I shouted. I sucked his finger like I sucked his cock (if his cock was one-eighth the size that it was) and felt him coaxing an orgasm out of my sweet spot. My dick was as hard as it was going to get and all that was left was for me to spurt.

  “Can I swallow your cum?” I asked him, suddenly yearning to taste him. “Please, baby?”

  I liked taking the submissive role sometimes with him, putting away my sassy side and letting him run the show. It was something I knew I’d only ever do for him.

  “You going to swallow it all?” he asked. “Because I can feel I’ve got a nice big load for you.”

  “Yes!” I blurted out. “Fuck, I want it all. Give it to me.”

  “I’m getting close,” He warned me. And I could feel that he wasn’t lying. His dick was about to burst, and the anticipation of seeing and feeling and tasting his sweet alpha seed had my orgasm about ready to slam into me like a pick-up truck going a hundred miles an hour down the highway.

  “So am I, baby!”

  “I’m right there!” he growled. “Take my fucking cum!”

  I thought he was going to haul me down off the piano and get me down on my knees in front of him, but that wasn’t what happened. He slid out of my hole and leapt up beside me, presenting his cock to me. With his hand firmly around the back of my neck, he pulled my lips to the tip and I barely had time to open before the first shot of his cum sprayed onto my tongue.

  I groaned as he came, and stroked my cock faster as my orgasm rapidly approached. The second shot of his cum hit the back of my throat with such power. I tasted him—so sweet, and before I knew it, I was coming too.

  “Mmmmmmm!” I groaned loudly. With his dick in my mouth, twitching and pulsing as he orgasmed, I managed to look down at my own cock as it shot cum all over my belly.

  “That’s right,” he said approvingly. “Come with me.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned again as my dick pumped my warm juices all over me. I slowed my hand as we both began to come down, and groaned out loud when Alexei slid out of my mouth and slumped down beside me.

  “Fuck, that was hot!”

  “Damn right,” he replied. “Nothing less than the best for my mate.”

  “I could swallow your cum every hour of every day,” I told him. “Or put it on top of my muffins in the morning.”

  “Mmmm, I like your muffins,” Alexei joked, squeezing my ass.

  “Do you realize we just fucked on top of a piano?” I laughed. “What are we? Porn stars?”

  “Well, I could be,” he replied. “I dunno about you.”

  “Excuse me?” I snorted, sitting up on one elbow.

  “I mean—all you do is lie there!”

  “WHAT?” I roared, smacking him in the chest with my fist. “Are you shitting me?”

  “I’m just saying—it’s been a long time since you ‘rode me like a pony’ as you used to say.”

  “Okay, that’s it,” I frowned. “Tonight, I am going to get on top of you and ride you so hard you’ll be begging for me to stop so you don’t come too fast.”

  “Uh huh,” he teased. “You say that now. Later you’ll be begging for me to bend you over the bed and drill you into a coma.”

  “You just wait, bucko!” I replied, flicking the tip of his nose with my finger. “You just wait.”

  Chapter Six

  Alexei

  I felt actually quite…domestic as I walked down the hill with Jude, holding his hand like an old married couple. It was gorgeous as the day turned into night and the evening sun painted the sky with milky blues and peach colors that made the clouds look like fluffy banks of dyed wool.

  The wind blew my hair into Jude’s face, and he laughed and swatted it away as we walked down towards the truck. We were heading into town, but there was actually no driveway leading up to the house, so I parked my truck on a tiny dirt lot that I owned down by the road. It was just another way of ensuring our security so none of Viggo’s little prying eyes could easily find their way up to where we slept at night.

  I’d smelled the scent of an unknown alpha the other day, and it had gotten me thinking. It was probably just a random guy passing through town, but if I thought about Viggo, that smug son of a bitch, sitting in his penthouse office in New York, wearing one of those blood-red shirts he loved beneath an expensive suit, my fists would clench up and I’d be ready to smash something. Sometimes I wondered if I was doing the right thing hiding out in Colorado. They’d already found me once and their man hadn’t come home. If he’d checked in while in town, they’d know we were here, but seeing as how they hadn’t come for me already, that must not be the case.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” Jude asked. I must have been making “that face” again, the one I made when I was thinking of something. Jude was extremely perceptive and I couldn’t sneak anything past him. But I didn’t want to get into a pointless discussion that would only worry him, so I tried to play it off.

  “Oh, I was just thinking about whether or not we should repaint the baby’s room,” I lied.

  “Uh huh,” he replied, obviously not buying it. “You mean after we already did that twice and settled on that blue that I absolutely love?”

  I glanced over at him and sighed.

  “Why don’t you tell me what’s really on your mind?”

  “It’s Viggo,” I replied. “I know it’s probably nothing, but I just can’t help but feel like that scent the other day meant something.”

  “You think he’s sent more men after you?”

  “Could be,” I replied. “Viggo isn’t the kind of guy to give up. He’s a persistent cocksucker. I should have killed him, but he had so many men with him—”

  “Relax, baby,” Jude said, pressing a hand against my chest. “You did what you could, and I’m proud of you for getting out of the life. I mean—all it took was for you to almost have to kill an innocent little child, but—”

  “Okay, okay,” I laughed, pushing him away. He squealed and jumped onto my back in the sideways position that he could manage with that big pregnant belly of his. I stepped over a fallen tree trunk as we got closer to the road. “Well, if we see him, you let me know. I’ll rip his face off!”

  “Oh, you’re gonna fight him?”

  “You bet your ass, I am!”

  “You? A pregnant as fuck omega?”

  “Hey, I’ve met some tough omegas!” he replied.

  “I d
on’t doubt that,” I nodded. “But Viggo is a big motherfucker. Most alphas would have a hard time handling him. You don’t get to be the boss of a shifter gang if you’re anything less than a monster.”

  “Can we stop talking about this now?” he whined. “It’s such a beautiful day and I’m looking forward to our dinner.”

  I laughed and squeezed Jude’s butt and set him down beside me. We were headed to Emily’s, the only really nice restaurant in town, for some lobster risotto and steak. We both loved cooking and were pretty damn good at it, but we needed a night off and thought it would be nice to have a date night. There wouldn’t be much time once the baby came.

  “Just don’t eat too much and go into a food coma,” I told him. “Because I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

  “I love how you can never keep your hands off me,” he giggled.

  “I love that you make me feel that way.”

  We came out of the woods across from the lot where I left my truck. It wasn’t much really. The truck was used, but I’d rebuilt the engine and left the body looking beat up so as to not attract attention. Part of living in High Rock was keeping a low profile, so blazing through town in a bright red Ferrari just wouldn’t work. Maybe if I ever got Viggo off my back, I could afford to flaunt the money a little bit. But for now, the truck was fine.

  We got in and headed down the hill into town. Jude flashed the finger to his old apartment as we passed, and I gave the double bird to the strip club.

  “Won’t be missing that place anytime soon,” Jude scoffed as we passed.

  “Fuck that place,” I agreed.

  We pulled up in front of Emily’s looking like a million bucks. I was wearing black jeans with maroon loafers and a white dress shirt tucked in with the sleeves rolled up, and Jude was wearing a very expensive pair of sweat pants and a loose-fitting linen shirt with a relatively open neck. We must have looked funny getting out of my raggedy old truck.