The Omegas Silver Alpha

by Lorelei M. Hart

  “Not as much fun as what’s in your head, though, is it?” He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled them down just past his ass. His dick bobbed up from the depths, commando again.

  He took my hand and wrapped it around his length, showing me the pressure and the way he liked to be touched. While I did, he took his sac in his hand and pulled at the weight.

  “Kiss me, Jack.”

  “No.”

  If we were going to do this, it would be my way. And I knew that Will would give me what I wanted.

  “No?” His pout was adorable.

  “Stand up and strip. I want to see all of you.”

  He hesitated for only a second before getting up and slowly taking his shirt off. His nipples were already pert and begging to be sucked. Will’s abs flexed as he finished taking off his pants and stood before me.

  “Now, turn around,” I commanded, gently.

  While he turned, I stood and undressed as well and sat back down on the couch. I chuckled as my omega squeezed his ass, giving me a good look at where I would be buried very soon.

  “What about you?” he asked with an eyebrow cocked.

  “What about me?”

  “Touch yourself. I want to watch, too.” He looked over his shoulder while I pumped my own dick from base to head, the pearl of my lust shining at the tip.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom, omega.” I got up and walked over to him and kissed him fiercely while our cocks stroked each other.

  “Jack, should we use protection? I’m clean. It’s not that. I just...what if I get…”

  Pregnant. That’s what my gorgeous omega was trying to say. I nipped at his neck and pinched his nipples while I rolled the thought around in my head.

  The truth was, I didn’t care if he got pregnant. I would be the alpha he and our babe needed if the situation occurred.

  “Love, if we make a baby, then I will love you and it forever,” I whispered into his ear. “But it’s been a while for me. This first time might be fast.”

  He smiled and took my mouth for a short kiss. “You promise to make up for it?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  We rushed down the hall to the bedroom, and Will gasped at my California king with high bedposts. It was so tall, even I had to have a step on the side to get onto it.

  “Get on the bed, Will. Now.” He stepped up and got on all fours, shaking his tight ass a little.

  “No. On your back. I want you in my mouth.”

  He did as he was told and propped up some pillows behind him. My omega spread his legs, and already I could see the glistening slickness of his opening.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” I said before getting on my knees in front of the gift that was my omega’s body.

  I took him into my mouth fully, and he grabbed my hair, pulling me down stroke after stroke all the while calling my name. I pushed one finger into his entrance and groaned at the tightness.

  “Jack, I can’t take this. I need you inside me.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Will

  Jack took forever, his finger then two fingers dipping inside and stretching me, readying me for what I’d already seen was a more than adequate dick. Okay, big. He was very big. But I wanted him inside me, even if it hurt. I didn’t care. “I need you in me…” I gasped, bucking my hips, trying to entice him to take me places I wanted to go. But turned out my alpha was as in control here at his home as I was in the lab.

  Also turned out I liked it that way. Even if I did think I might explode before he got down to business. He had mad mouth skills, too, lips gliding down and up, sucking hard then circling his tongue around the head before doing it again, this time with the tiniest crazy-making scrape of teeth. I figured I could hold back for about two more seconds when he released me with a pop and looked up the line of my body, his narrowed-eyed gaze burning into my soul.

  I trembled, quaked, and fisted my hands to keep from grabbing his head and forcing him back to business. With this alpha, that would never fly. Nobody needed to explain that in writing to me. I bit my lip, tasting copper when his free hand, the one that did not have not one, not two, but three fingers delving into my slick hole, hefted my balls. “They’re tightening up, omega. You weren’t thinking about coming before your alpha, were you?”

  I didn’t even know that was a thing...a rule? But, “No, sir,” spilled from my lips. “But will you be coming soon?” So I don’t die?

  “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” His chuckle vibrated my cock as he resumed his torture. What would he do if I came now? Spank me? I quivered even more at the thought, but then I pictured him disappointed with me. My alpha was giving me all he had, making me feel like nobody ever had, and I couldn’t even hold out for his pleasure?

  The idea slowed my rush just enough to maintain through a few more nibbles, licks, and mind-bending plunges of his long, elegant fingers inside me. But I didn’t have long. I counted backwards from two thousand by eights, trying to keep from coming, but it felt so damn amazing. Finally, I begged, “Alpha, I can’t…please...please…”

  And my amazing, merciful alpha lifted his head and shifted to kneel between my legs, pressing my thighs into my chest, and fitting his cock into the place he’d prepared for it. As he rocked forward, penetrating the ring of muscles, I had a flash of gratitude that he’d taken the time to make sure I was ready. If he looked big, he felt bigger, and even now stretched me beyond what I’d expected.

  I groaned, pressing down, wanting his fullness inside me, needing him to dominate me with his steely dick. So hard...so good.

  He withdrew and drove forward, going deeper this time, then again and again until he was finally fully seated, his balls slapping against my ass. He grunted and started a rhythm, almost all the way out then in. Somehow deeper and deeper until I couldn’t imagine there was anywhere left for him to go, but it burned so good.

  I clung to his shoulders, ridden into pain/pleasure I’d never dreamed possible. No, I hadn’t been with many before him, but I read a lot. My chuckle at myself caught in my throat when he lifted my ass off the bed with one elegant, strong hand and found another angle to fill me even more. I felt possessed, owned, and clung to the edge of sanity.

  “Soon, omega.” He retreated until only the head remained inside that magical muscle ring that didn’t seem to want to let it go. “Can you come with me?” He closed his free hand around my dick and squeezed as he drove inside me and poured his hot semen into my body. I howled like a wolf as my cum jetted onto my belly and chest, even up to my throat. Simultaneous orgasm took us to another level where he dropped my ass back onto the bed, and we clung together in a sticky, hot, dizzying world all our own.

  When we’d both been drained, we curled together on the bed, too wiped out to even worry about the mess we’d have to clean up later. Cocooned in my alpha’s embrace, I thought the world felt very far away. Perhaps we could stay like this forever.

  Although, I thought there was some steak and shrimp left from our meal…

  If only it wasn’t so far away. I yawned, sleep claiming me before hunger could.

  I woke several hours later. At least according to the clock on Jack’s dark wood, looming antique dresser. The moonlight filtering through the blinds allowed me to examine my new lover whose pale skin glowed under the lunar rays. He was lean, but the underlying musculature accounted for the strength he’d shown in our lovemaking. His abdomen was toned, not a six-pack but not far from it. Shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of a lifetime and nipples that tightened under my scrutiny even though I was fairly sure Jack still slept.

  I memorized his body as I’d begun to learn his soul. Or thought I had. We would have years ahead of us to get to know one another, years I looked forward to with a zeal I hadn’t felt in a long time. My job, while fulfilling, took up most of my time since I had to travel from one office to another. While the folks of Mapleville were kind and friendly, by the time I got home
, I didn’t usually have the energy to go out for a drink or to someone’s home for a party. So, without trying, I’d managed to make myself a bit of a hermit in the social sense.

  I could see that would have to change if I was going to have a solid relationship with this man. He was already a hermit and if one of us didn’t reach out more to others, we’d end up hiding in the house all the time. Despite the fact I’d already been headed in that direction, it wasn’t on purpose and wasn’t what I wanted for our child.

  Child?

  While we’d spoken of one as if it was a possibility, did I really think we’d managed to make one already? Surely not. But maybe?

  My hand fell to my flat belly and pressed there as if I could feel life start like a flaring spark. I wouldn’t mind having a baby with Jack. Or two. Despite his gruff exterior I had a feeling he’d be a devoted father. Look at his care with me?

  Jack mumbled in his sleep and rolled over to his side facing away from me and giving me another pleasant view. The long line of his back stretched to where the sheet and blanket pooled at his hips. Feeling daring, I gave the covers a little push and myself a peek at the ass of a god. And he was fifty! Or so. But it looked carved of granite, firm and high. Most alphas weren’t interested in letting their omegas fuck them. Was he?

  I’d never even cared before, but suddenly I wanted that, wanted my body inside his, as well as his inside mine.

  Wanted to know every part of him intimately. Wanted to…

  “Will, if you’re going to take inventory of my body, wouldn’t you rather do it with your mouth?”

  “Yes...yes I would.” And after we made a quick dash into the bathroom to clean up a bit...I did.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jack

  I lay in bed for nearly an hour, my eyes targeted on the time. Will had mentioned he was off work the next day and murmured something about sleeping in.

  I’d always been an early riser but instead of getting up that day, I was paralyzed in the bed next to my omega who I had, the night before, thoroughly ravished.

  Ellis never did spend the night. I never wondered why, and even if he did fall asleep for a while, he was up and gone in the early hours of the morning, before the sun rose.

  I probably should’ve taken that as a sign, but I was too bullheaded.

  So, when it came to the morning-after stuff, well, I was way out of practice.

  “Why am I not smelling coffee?” Will rolled over and plastered the front of his body to the back of mine. His arm snaked around my chest and squeezed.

  “I haven’t made it yet?” Yeah, coffee was probably something alphas got up to do.

  “Mmm, I can do it.” His lips nuzzled into the back of my hair and from the hardness against my ass, I knew he didn’t really need the caffeine to wake up. He was at the ready.

  “You keep that up, there won’t be coffee or anything else happening this morning.”

  He chuckled, and the sound warmed my chest.

  “If I didn’t know better, alpha, I’d think you were stalling. Don’t like the morning after?”

  “Out of practice,” I grumbled, hating to admit the fact that this was the one area I couldn’t wing.

  “Well, let me help you.” Will got up and still with a raging hard-on, stuck his hand out to help me from bed. “Come on, shower and then breakfast. My treat. I can cook, too, you know.”

  “I’m not that old. I don’t need help getting up.”

  He laughed and bit his bottom lip. “Oh, I know you need zero help getting all your parts up.”

  I took his hand anyway, and he led me to the bathroom. I got a few towels out of the cabinet while he started the water and before I knew it, the room was steamy.

  Will got in and left the door open after giving me an over-the-shoulder smolder. My omega gave me a look that left me instantly breathless.

  Before joining him, I picked up my toothbrush along with a new spare and grabbed the toothpaste. I got in and handed him the spare. He took it and brushed his teeth while one of the hot water sprays was set to pulse, shooting jets of steamy water onto his back. I stepped into the spray on the other side of the shower but didn’t take my eyes off Will. There was something mesmerizing about him doing routine things right here with me.

  “What’s that face about?” he asked.

  “What face?” I looked at the walls and brushed my teeth with fury.

  “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen someone brush their teeth.”

  I cleared my throat and rinsed my mouth in the spray. “No, I’m looking at you, here, in my space, loving the way you make yourself at home. I hope one day this will be your home.”

  Fuck. There. I’d ripped my chest open and let him take a look at my beating heart, the one that now beat just for him.

  It was painful, but the tears welling up in Will’s eyes told me it was worth the pain.

  “Jack, are you saying you love me?”

  He knew I was, but then again, Will wasn’t the type to leave things unsaid. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”

  He took a few steps toward me. His taut pecs shimmered with water still dripping from the peaks of his nipples.

  “Say it, Jack. Don’t tease me.”

  He reached out and took my hands while he zeroed in for the sweetest shortest kiss.

  “I love you, Will.”

  A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “I know you do. I love you back, and you have the greatest ass in the world. Just for the record.”

  “That’s why you love me?” I played, feeling like a pubescent boy in love.

  “Yep. Let me take a look again. I need to make sure.”

  I turned around for him and before I could turn back, Will pulled me against his erection. “What I need to know, alpha, is if you are the kind that likes to take as well as give? Because I’ve got ideas swirling in my head about how I’d like to take you.”

  The thought of Will being the top had occurred to me, but I thought it would be a situation down the line.

  But now that he mentioned it…

  “Stop me if you don’t want this, Jack.” His dick rested hard and bulging between my ass cheeks as his hand came around my hips and pumped my cock, hard as hell for my omega.

  I didn’t stop him.

  Will sucked and kissed my back while he continued to pump and grind his hips against me. I thought at any second he would enter me from behind, but instead, he slowly inserted his thumb into my entrance and found the spot that made me claw the shower wall, looking for a release. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of absolute ecstasy. My knees nearly gave out from the delicious pleasure.

  “Hold steady, alpha. I’ve got you.” He continued to work my dick and my ass simultaneously until I felt the strains of the orgasm merge into one burst of passion that made me scream out Will’s name. When it was over, he held me against him.

  “That was amazing, Jack. I wish I could’ve seen your face when you came for me. Next time.”

  “Wait, Will. What about you?” He shook his head. I felt the movement against my back.

  “Nope. This time was about you. Now I’m going to make my alpha breakfast, and you can clean up. Unless you’d like me to help?”

  I turned around and took his mouth, trying like hell to show my appreciation for his efforts. I hadn’t come like that since—well, the night before.

  I needed to make this male mine, but the thought of a ring and a wedding made my stomach tie up in knots.

  He pulled back from the kiss, leaving me breathless.

  “No more or we won’t ever leave this shower.” He slapped my ass and then washed his hands in the spray and gave himself another once-over with the soap. “I hope you like pancakes.”

  With my knees still wobbling, Will left me in the shower with a smile.

  I’d eat with pleasure whatever my omega made me.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Will

  I went home less often after the night we both admit
ted our love for one another. For the next few months, we fell into a routine where I came over every night after work, we relaxed and shared our days and then a meal—usually one Jack prepared, but sometimes we went out. Then, we watched a movie, or sat outside on the patio and watched the sun set over the mountains in the distance. And we always ended the evening with a long walk on the roads outside Mapleville.

  I still had my home, but I only visited there once or twice a week to pick up my mail and get more clothes. Most of my garments had found their way into Jack’s closet. My house was not as designer, but it was bigger and I had saved for it.

  Summer held a special magic for me, that year. Usually, I preferred autumn or spring, when the temperature was more moderate and had an annoying—according to my friends—tendency to complain about the hotter temperatures, but not now. The hotter the evenings, the less clothing my sexy alpha wore to bed. For an older guy, he had a heck of a chest, and with a little encouragement would forgo a shirt at the breakfast table.

  I was in favor of forgoing.

  But as the days lengthened and midsummer passed, so did my usually endless energy. Considering I was over twenty years younger than Jack, his ability to outwalk me every night was humiliating. Although his health scare had turned out to be just that, I began to wonder if I had a worry of my own. Our rambles went from one of my favorite parts of our day to something I dreaded.

  Dreaded a lot.

  But I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t bring myself to admit that something was wrong. Refused to let the fact my legs were tired and achy, my head pounding, and my stomach unsettled keep me from enjoying every minute I had with the extraordinary man who had stepped into my lab and my life.

  But one night, after a day when the mercury had climbed over the century mark, and the humidity joined it, I just couldn’t maintain any longer. I stalked into Jack’s place, tossed my key and backpack on the hallway table, and headed for the shower. “Don’t kiss me, I’m gross,” I growled as I passed Jack looking just the opposite in the doorway of the kitchen. “Don’t your clothes ever wrinkle?”