His Prairie Omega Box Set

by MacKenzie Wilde

  As Jake reached into Kyle’s pants, he gasped at the raw power of his friend’s touch. The Alpha was so strong, and yet so gentle and delicate with him. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity before Jake began to kneel.

  The Omega’s quaking hands pressed against Jake’s hard body as he descended, placing kisses as he went. Even from a wolf-like crouch, Jake was a lot taller than one would’ve expected. He leaned forward and placed a single kiss upon the tip of Kyle’s cock. The Omega moaned softly and began to tenderly stroke his lover’s mane.

  “You’ve really got no idea how long I’ve wanted to make you mine,” the Alpha growled. He placed gentle little bites along Kyle’s shaft, before grazing the underside of his manhood along his stubbly jaw. It sent shivers of rough delight along the Omega’s flesh. Before he could blink, Kyle swooned as Jake aggressively thrust his cock into his hungry mouth.

  The air seemed to leave his lungs. His hunky boyhood crush genuinely wanted him, craved his touch. It was almost all too much. The more he realized that his fantasies were being fulfilled, the more he wanted to give in completely to the warm sensations that were wracking his body. “I’m…uh, fuck…”

  Spurred onward by Kyle’s vulnerability, the Alpha aggressively pursued his quarry. He began to throat the Omega’s cock deep and hard, his hands practically clawing to get Kyle’s pants off.

  Kyle clenched Jake’s hair as he came hard and deep in his lover’s greedy mouth. Jake rose as he slowly licked the little droplets of Kyle that stained his lips. He smiled with half-closed eyelids.

  Kyle’s breath guttered hard. His pants were already halfway down his thighs and his ass was slicked and hot for breeding. He eyed the Alpha viciously as he began to tug down his boxers.

  His eyes closed, Jake pulled for breath hard. “Kyle, we don’t…have to…”

  “Oh no, I think that we do. Bend me over… I need to feel you…”

  “No, I’m serious bud. You’ve… had a few drinks, and…well, I don’t want to rush…”

  “Now you’re just making excuses,” Kyle whined playfully, as he began to place kisses along the Alpha’s chiseled bod.

  “Serious bud, I don’t have a condom, and…”

  Kyle frowned slightly and slowed his kisses. “And?”

  “I, uh… probably can’t be counted on to pull out. Like at all. Even being this close to you is doing all kinds of crazy things to me.” Eyes still closed, he grinned. Kyle reached down and almost gasped when he realized that Jake’s hard cock was slicked and hard, throbbing slightly with anticipation.

  “So I mean, if we start this dance, I know I’m gonna finish it.” The Alpha seemed to choose his words carefully. “One way or another.”

  The barely contained aggression in the Alpha’s words sent a shiver of possibility along the Omega’s body. “I get you. Maybe it’s better that we’re ready, before, you know…”

  “…I hold you down and spend half the night pumping some pups into you?” Jake smirked and took a step back from his lover.

  “Gross! And ugh, and rude!” Kyle slapped his friend’s shoulder a few times.

  “Serious man, I don’t know what God was thinking when he created the Alpha brain, but when we get a sniff of a sexy Omega, all bets are off.”

  “I guess I can call that a compliment?”

  “Definitely!” He pulled his belt back on. “I mean, even now, it’s insane what you’re doing to me…”

  “I’ll write the mayor and we’ll get you a nice medal,” Kyle dryly offered with a smile.

  The toned hunk sauntered over and leaned in for a few kisses, embracing his Omega with genuine warmth. “So when we go out together, now I get to introduce you as the funny one?”

  Kyle felt his heart leap. “Ah, so we’re going out now?”

  “Well, shoot, I mean, I just figured that since… uh…” Jake suddenly looked somewhat nervous.

  The Omega beamed a bright, warm smile as his eyes lit up. “I’m just being a tease.” Sated from an evening of flirting and fun, Kyle pulled his Alpha into a dreamy kiss that he hoped would never end. Part of him wanted to know what the night meant between he and his friend, but that part would have to wait until morning.

  Twelve

  Both of the Daniels children didn’t get up till nearly eleven o’clock the next morning. Their father protested their poor choices bitterly. He’d been puttering about since a little after seven. He fed the dog, had a fake smoke, chatted with his wife, fed the dog again, and poured two black coffees and drank both. Around eight he’d tried to get Cromwell to make enough racket bounding up and down the stairs to rouse them, but the old dog refused to so much as jaunt across the living room before falling back asleep. At nine their father watched television for nearly forty-five minutes with the volume “up at an unreasonable degree,” as he’d say. He turned it down a few times, when he realized how loud it’d gotten, but then turned it right back up. On the dot of ten, he made his way to the ride-on mower and ran it across the dried, crispy grass a few times. It didn’t do much beyond kick straw-like hay around the lawn. And still no children.

  He sighed, returned inside and decided to start a pot of coffee. Carefully observing Jess’ Keurig machine for a few moments, he simply unplugged it and moved it over to make room for the kettle. Clattering and clanging, he brought three cracked and care-worn mugs from the cupboard to the lemon-lime kitchen counter, and placed a heaping scoop of Price Rite instant coffee in each. The old farmer glanced out of the window and squinted into the distance while he drummed his fingers upon the sill.

  A satisfied smile crested the old man’s wrinkled face. At least one of his lazybones children had begun stirring. He played out all of the things that he could’ve used to needle his kin for wasting the perfectly good daylight hours. He instead let his concerns float away on the ebb and flow of fine plumes of blue smoke. It was good to have them all under the same roof, even if they did sleep straight through to lunch.

  Truthfully, considering the kind of evening that Kyle and Jess had endured, it would’ve taken a lot more than their crotchety father to wake either of them.

  “Morning.” Kyle rubbed his face as he leaned on the door frame. His father had drawn the Venetian blinds up, causing a powerful wash of sunlight to highlight the Daniels kitchen. “Mornin’. Enjoy yourself last night?” the elder farmer asked, while still staring off into his distant fields.

  Kyle smiled. “Yeah, something like that. Probably had a few too many.”

  The farmer nodded. He was about to say something when his ears perked up. Kyle and his father both glanced in the general direction of the stairs. The clanging and whooshing of certain pipes signaled that Jess had begun one of her trademark half-hour showers.

  “Ah, she finally chooses to rise!.” Their father rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner. “Better get your washin’ and other business done. She’ll run the bloody water heater dry, no doubt about it.”

  Kyle watched in amusement as his father emptied the kettle of scalding water into a bowl, then began to boil another – as if there were a shortage of hot water in the area.

  “I think I’ll be fine. Lazy day. I can shower later on.”

  “Fair enough. How’d you get home?” his dad asked. It was a question that always made Kyle nervous. Relatives had struggled with alcoholism, and their father was very distrustful of anyone who drank more than a single bottle in a sitting. It followed that he flatly disliked bars like McRorie’s.

  “A friend drove me,” the Omega replied. “He, uh, he only had like one or two at the beginning of the night and then just water. And he ate at the bar too.” Kyle began to feel his heart sink as the words came out.

  “Hmm. I suppose no one had the sense to simply not drink?” his dad snipped back.

  “Well…I dunno if it was like that.” Kyle rubbed a hand along the back of his neck.

  “You know, your sister was out with that Briggs last night.” His father crossed his arms for added effect. “And
you can be sure as heck that a good, sober Alpha like that didn’t have a drop. You and this pack of friends that you run around with, you could learn a thing or two from him.”

  Kyle coughed a few times in an attempt to hide his laughter. He vaguely recalled glancing over to see Briggs starting off the night by doing a shot of Jager through his nose, moments before Jess did a shot of Tequila placed precariously on top of the Sheriff’s belt buckle.

  “You’re right. He’s a good, solid guy.” Kyle said behind his hands.

  “I’m serious, Mr. Smartass. Jess invited him over for dinner and I know how upset he’d get if he knew that you had wasted good time and money drinking yourself senseless.”

  He briefly wondered how he’d ever look at the officer the same way again, before returning to his father’s original accusation.

  “Everyone was safe dad, trust me. I mean, nobody did anything stupid or risky.” Kyle blushed softly as he recalled his encounter with the hunky Alpha the night before. He hid his smile behind a lukewarm mug of coffee.

  “Ah, well good to hear that there’s still some sense left in this country,” his father replied glumly, as he poured three packets of brown sugar Quaker instant oats into a bowl and doused it with scalding water from the kettle.

  “Good to see that you’re watching your sugars, dad,” Kyle quipped from behind another sip.

  His father flatly ignored him and sat down at the kitchen table and began to stir the beige glop thoroughly.

  Still aching in all of the best ways, Kyle was in a good mood and didn’t genuinely want to get into it this early in the morning.

  “…and I, uh, mean that too. That’s the first time that I’ve seen you make it like that in a while.” Stumbling for a recovery, he signaled a cease-fire with his old man. “Anyhow, does Doc Thornton have any idea when you can maybe scale back on your Lipitor?”

  “Oh shoot, that reminds me.” His father popped up and fiddled with a small plastic baggie hidden behind the toaster. Inside was an amber canister containing his medication. He shook a few out and swallowed them. “I always forget them. But anyhow, no idea – we don’t bother to talk about that sort of thing much.”

  The emergency responder’s blood pressure spiked slightly. “Hmm. But I mean, in general you take one a day, right?”

  His father laughed. “Well, I try. Sometimes I’m lucky if I can get one in per week. Don’t worry though, I still feel pretty great.”

  Kyle softly placed his mug down and began grinding his hand against his face in frustration. “Okay. So, what does the almanac say about the weather today?” He signaled a full retreat. There was no way that he could discuss their dad’s medication any further without his sister around to play the referee.

  “Should be some rain, maybe soon. But it might just flood over and wash half the darned crops away. No good for anyone.” His father sourly shoveled another scoop of oats into his mouth, obviously upset with the whole matter.

  “Yeah, makes sense.” Kyle hugged his mug and stared at nothing in particular. The Omega felt a little sad that he had so little in common, and even less to discuss, with his own father. As the clock ticked by, Kyle played with Cromwell and browsed some of Jess’ magazines that littered the living room. He desperately wished that Jess would finish in the shower and make an appearance. A bespectacled senior Daniels thumbed through the farmer’s almanac in hopes of determining when the sky would relent.

  Another eleven minutes dragged by before a series of clangs and shudders indicated that the shower had been turned off. “Good Lord, there might be enough hot water for the rest of us,” the old man mused from the dog-eared pages of his book.

  When Jess sauntered into the kitchen, she appeared even happier than Kyle imagined she would. She was toweling off her hair and beyond her baggy nightshirt, the most obvious thing that she wore was a big, bright smile. Their father muttered something about the time, but considering the night that she’d shared with her Alpha lover, there was little chance that she would’ve even registered his grumbling.

  “Good-morning family!” His sister practically floated into the room.

  “Well somebody’s happy,” Kyle greeted her, motioning to her lukewarm mug where it sat on the counter.

  “Yeah, had a great time last night.” Her half-glazed expression meant that she was basking in her recent memories with Briggs. It disturbed Kyle somewhat, and he decided to play a little.

  “With Briggs? He’s decent folk. What did you kids get up to?” Kyle leaned on his elbow and smiled.

  A brief frown flashed across his sister’s face. “Uh, yeah, we went out for a drive and parked by Broadbent’s landing, and just watched the moonlight play on the river. He… even played me a song that he’d written for me. Because he has a guitar.” Jess nervously fabricated her alibi.

  “Briggs owns a guitar?” Kyle asked mockingly.

  “Yep. A nice one too. Doesn’t like to talk about it much, ‘cause he’s humble like that.”

  “Hmm. Never figured him for the type that’d do that,” their father opined.

  “Well that’s too sweet. What’s the song called?” Kyle asked, trying to hide his smile.

  “…it’s…uh, Jess’ Song. That’s what the song’s called. It’s really sweet.” Vicious murder flashed in her eyes.

  “Well hey, dad said that since Briggs might be over for dinner, maybe he could play it for us?” Kyle smoothed out his eyebrows with a grin. “I know that we’d all love to hear it sometime.”

  Jess went straight for the throat. “I’ll text him. Saw you chatting with Jake. How’s his mom doing?”

  Kyle’s scrambled for some words as his face flashed hot with embarrassment. Jess sported just about the shittiest grin that he’d ever seen her wear.

  “He’s uh, good. Yeah, we talked some things over, he’s okay,” the Omega explained to his family.

  “Patched things right up, eh? Well shoot son, that’s amazing news to hear.” Their father confidently reached for his vaporizer and his lucky lighter. “Maybe we should invite ‘em both over for a barbeque…”

  “Well, I don’t really know… maybe…” Kyle paused for a second, wondering if he’d provoked his sister more than was necessary.

  “Hot damn! A mighty fine idea!” Their father practically launched from his chair. Curiously happy and dour, he rose to his feet to examine the contents of the freezer while the Daniels siblings traded glances at one another.

  Jess simply smiled as their father began to compile a list of grocery items for the barbeque.

  “Hey dad, I just remembered that Briggs is on call tonight, but he can stop by for some iced tea earlier if you’d like?”

  “Oh, he is? Well, hmm…”

  “Yeah, lemme text him to see when is good?” Jess stroked her entire hand across her phone a few times before holding it closely to her face in a mockery of how texting actually worked. It was mostly to piss off Kyle, who would’ve laughed if he weren’t so annoyed. “Awesome. Yep, my phone says that he’ll be here in half an hour, give or take.”

  “Jesus!” their father yelped, “that fast?” He eyed Jess’ smartphone in awe before clapping a hand on his son’s shoulder.

  “Kyle, son, wash the stink of barley off’n you, we’ve got a guest comin’ over!” Their father hurried off toward the dry cellar below the stairwell, to “get a few bags of the good chips.”

  Awestruck by the masterful manipulation that he’d just witnessed, Kyle glanced over at Jess to see her pantomiming the holstering of two pistols. She removed them, blew the smoke from them, and then shot at him.

  “You shoot before you blow the smoke away, dumbass.” Kyle scowled.

  “I wouldn’t know. But maybe we could ask Jake or dad, since they’ve got some experience with guns. Why, you could ask either of them tonight when the three of you are having dinner!”

  “That’s a total shit move, Jess.” He crossed his arms and frowned at his sister.

  Her hands fell to her hips. “…and p
erving on your sister and her boyfriend and blabbing about it isn’t?”

  Kyle gagged and covered his ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Love you too. Now go and shower, smelly. My boyfriend will be here soon.”

  Thirteen

  If there was something that could be said about the Daniels den, it was that it cleaned up marvelously fast. To be sure, most of it involved Kyle wincing as his dad and sister stuffed every last scrap of material they could find into two or three closets or drawers, but the spit-shine did wonders. Eventually he gave up on attempting to manage their chaos, and jumped in the shower to get ready.

  Kyle was admittedly jealous of his sister. Their snarky exchanges aside, she was bursting with joy. Jess bounced back and forth like an excited pup as she waited at the large, bay window for Briggs. When his patrol car finally pulled into the driveway, she was as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.

  It would be a hard act for Jake to follow – Briggs stepped out of his car in full uniform, and stood up tall, proud, and strong. He squarely arranged his sheriff’s hat upon his head, grabbed something from the passenger’s seat and made his way to the house. Kyle was fairly certain that he heard Jess exhale seductively and softly clap her hands a few times. “Come to mama!” she whispered excitedly upon seeing what her beau was wearing.

  Kyle wondered if he’d ever feel that way about Jake, but his thoughts were interrupted by three commanding knocks upon the door.

  Jess hurried past Kyle to be the first one at the door. Their father was on Cromwell duty, hushing and shushing the ornery old dog. As the hound lazily sauntered into the living room, he launched into a series of booming barks and yelps, just in case the house wasn’t already aware that there was someone at the door.

  Jess threw her arms around Briggs the second he stepped into the house. Her father not being in the room caused her to practically hop into the officer’s powerful arms as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. His sister was practically grinding against her man before Briggs had a chance to pull back slightly.