Omega House Books 1-5: Alpha Omega MPreg Romance Box Set

by Grace, Aria

  Sean walks right up to us, ignoring his brother and the other guys on the porch as his eyes flit between me and Gunnar. As soon as he’s within arm’s reach, he hesitates and then takes a step back before slipping his hands into his pockets. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” Gunnar and I say simultaneously.

  I give Gunnar a nod, and he clears his throat. “Hi, Sean. We were just in the neighborhood and decided to get a cup of coffee. Are you interested?”

  Sean’s gaze travels down to where Gunnar’s hand is holding my waist and his blue eyes are lidded as he watches us. “Yeah, I am.”

  “Great.” I reach out with the hand that isn’t tucked behind Gunnar and Sean tentatively steps toward me. As soon as he places his hand in mine, I pull him into my chest for a simple hug. It’s the first time I’ve held him, and he fits perfectly in my arms. “I’m glad you’re okay,” I whisper in his ear.

  Sean nods against my shoulder. “Thanks.” And when he steps back, his eyes are focused on Gunnar.

  Gunnar doesn’t ignore the unspoken invitation, pressing his wide chest against us both as he embraces Sean while still keeping a grip on me. Gunnar breathes in his fresh scent before giving me a wink and pulling back. “Pink is a much healthier shade on you than blue.”

  The memory draws my attention to Sean’s lips as he smiles shyly before dragging his tongue across his lower lip. “Thank you. You look good too.”

  I nod in agreement as I watch the lust in Gunnar’s eyes spike from about a four to an eight. If we’re not careful, we might end up doing something we didn’t intend on doing. Especially not in front of a shelter for battered and abandoned omegas. I clear my throat and step out of the triumvirate. “Coffee, then?”

  The look of disappointment in Gunnar’s eyes is almost as hard to resist as that in Sean’s but we still have some talking to do before we do anything else. Whatever’s happening between us is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And although I don’t understand what it means yet, I do know one thing.

  I can’t ignore the pull I feel toward each of these men. And even if I could, I wouldn’t.

  56

  Sean

  After storing Gunnar’s bike behind the gate, I offer to drive the house van. We use it for errands and getting the kids to and from school in bad weather, but both Gunnar and Sean are adamant we should walk. At first, I was afraid they didn’t trust my driving or didn’t want to get inside the “well-loved” minivan. But when the wind shifts and I catch a whiff of my heat pheromones, I understand why they don’t want to be cooped up in a car with me.

  I stink.

  And not the kind of stink you can politely ignore. I smell like an omega in heat. It’s a musky odor I’ve noticed on hundreds of other omegas in my life but never wafting off my own body. And based on the way both men are flanking me as we walk toward Café Om, they either don’t want to get close to me or are afraid of what might happen if they get too close. Having never experienced a real heat before, I’m not sure what to do.

  I don’t feel any different. In fact, I feel exactly the same as I have since I first saw Gunnar holding his naked body against Collin’s naked body. Completely and totally crushing on these guys. A thick wave of arousal slicks my channel, wetting my boxers as it leaks out with each step I take. Both alphas behind me growl and move closer to my sides, sandwiching me between them.

  Fuck. If this is their idea of calming down my breeding instincts, we’re all in trouble because the only thing I want to do is tear off my jeans and back onto one or both of the knots I know are tucked away behind locked zippers.

  Having both of their bodies physically touching mine just intensifies the pull in my gut to be closer to them. But before I can do anything stupid, like beg them to knot me in the alley behind the café, we arrive at the small coffee shop and Collin guides me to a shaded table on the far corner of the patio. “What would you like, Sean?”

  “Black coffee, please.”

  Collin turns to Gunnar, pulling out his wallet as he does. “Can you get me a sweetened iced tea?”

  “Put that away,” Gunnar almost growls as he presses Collin’s wallet toward his chest. “Anything to eat? Their chocolate chunk banana muffins are amazing.”

  Collin looks at me and must see the interest I’m trying to hide from my expression. I actually love the chocolate banana muffins, but I don’t want to seem like a mooch. I’ll accept a black coffee, but that’s it. Gunnar is probably already a few thousand dollars poorer after paying for my hospital visit.

  “I’m fine with coffee.” I force my most sincere smile even though I’m still distracted by the unfamiliar feeling of having a wet ass. I’ve heard of these symptoms occurring and I know it’s all completely natural, but it’s still an unnerving development I’d rather not deal with in public. “Thanks, though.”

  Collin shakes his head and turns to Gunnar. “We’ll each have a muffin. Thanks.”

  Gunnar smiles, pleased to get the answer he wants. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

  I slide onto the wooden bench pressed against the café wall and rest my elbows on my thighs, taking in long, slow breaths. We sit quietly for a few minutes before Collin can’t take the silence any longer.

  “Are you okay?” Collin moves to the bench beside me, immediately placing his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. “What’s wrong?”

  I can feel my cheeks warming as I consider how to answer him. I don’t want to lie, but I can’t tell him the truth. It’s just too pathetic to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin. “Yeah, just still surprised to see you guys on the front lawn.”

  Collin’s grip on my neck relaxes a bit as he swirls a finger through my dirty-blond curls. “Yeah, I was just out for a run when I found myself in front of Omega House. And when I saw Seth, I thought he was you…but he just looked at me like he didn’t know me, so I kept going.”

  Gunnar walks out with a cup carrier of drinks in one hand and a tray with three plates of muffins in the other. Collin stands up to help Gunnar with the tray while I sigh in contentment. I can’t explain why I always feel different when they are both near me, but it’s almost a tangible blanket of protection and warmth that snugs around me when both men are in my presence.

  “And where did Gunnar come from?” I ask before taking a sip of the hot coffee Gunnar hands me.

  He chuckles quietly. “Florida, originally, but I’ve lived here for most of my life.”

  Collin smiles then raises an eyebrow in my direction before sitting down beside me again. A few inches closer than before, I might add. “Is that what you meant?”

  “No, I mean earlier today. You were running when you saw Seth…but where did Gunnar come from?”

  “Oh, I was stalking you too.” Gunnar breaks a piece of his muffin top off and pops it into his mouth after that declaration, daring either Collin or me to question him.

  “Yeah, I guess that’s what we were doing.” Collin nudges my knee with his. “Anyway, I walked in front of Gunnar’s bike and almost knocked both of us onto our asses. Then we decided to check in on you.”

  “Why?” I ask quietly. When neither one responds, I clear my voice and ask again, louder. “Why did you want to see me?”

  I keep my eyes trained on my muffin even though I can feel both men staring at me. Collin slides closer to me on the bench and Gunnar’s wide palm closes around my knee under the table. With both of them touching me, I let out a deep breath and look between them, scared and excited by what they might say.

  “I’m not sure how to answer that…” Collin’s voice trails off and he turns to Gunnar. “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you guys since the hospital.”

  “I, um…” Gunnar looks me right in the eye for a long moment before turning to Collin. “I don’t usually believe in all that fated mate shit people talk about either. But my mom used to tell me about how she met my dad, and she could feel in her belly that he was the one. I thought she was just being dramatic after having a few glass
es of wine, but all the words she used were the same things I’ve been feeling too. Desperate, obsessed, anxious, content…happy.”

  My hand quickly drops into his when Gunnar reaches for me from across the table. Collin takes my other hand before reaching for Gunnar’s. Once we’re all connected physically, the pull in my belly becomes as apparent as the pool forming in my pants.

  “Don’t you mean horny?” I think before realizing I’ve whispered the words out loud. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

  Gunnar’s nostrils flare as he draws in a deep breath. “Yes, that too.”

  Collin rests his cheek on the side of my head and nuzzles me for a second before catching himself and scooting a few inches away from my thigh. The loss of contact leaves a cold spot that goes bone deep. “Yeah, that.”

  Dammit.

  There goes another shiver of anticipation from the center of my balls out to my fingers and toes. If I’m not careful, I might come in my pants just from watching the expressions on their gorgeous faces.

  And as much as I’d love to come for them, I’d rather do it with a thick knot inside my ass rather than empty and inside my jeans.

  57

  Gunnar

  Watching Sean struggle to understand the situation is tough. Particularly since I don’t think Collin or I have a real clue as to what we’re suggesting either. All I know is that sitting here with both of them feels a whole lot better than I felt at home alone. Even being with just Collin is different than when I’m with them both.

  Collin’s thumb brushes across my knuckles but his gaze is focused on Sean. “What are you thinking right now?”

  Sean shrugs and looks at him with so much longing it almost hurts. “Are you guys together?”

  Just hearing those words makes my cock harder than it already is. Collin glances at me for just a moment before turning back to Sean. “Not yet. We just met at the park. And we haven’t seen each other since the hospital.”

  Sean’s eyebrows furrow. “But you look so…comfortable together.” He gives me a small smile. “When you were standing against the wall, I just assumed…”

  Collin shifts his weight, and I have a feeling he’s dealing with the same problem in his shorts that I am. “I can guarantee it didn’t look as natural as when Connor was on top of you,” he whispers softly enough that only we can hear.

  A full-body shiver rocks through Sean’s frame as he breathes out quickly. “Yeah, that was intense.”

  I slide my feet forward so they’re caging in Sean’s, keeping him right where I want him. His eyes instantly find mine and the connection between us is almost palpable. “This isn’t traditional or even common, but it feels right, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.” His voice is barely a whisper, but that one word conveys everything I’m feeling. And the way Collin’s shoulders drop in relief and his forehead falls to Sean’s shoulder confirms that he’s right there with us.

  “Want to head to my place for a bit? I can make dinner, or we can order in.” I pull out my phone and already have the ride share app open before either man responds.

  “I can’t.” Sean looks as devastated as I feel, and Collin’s grip on my hand slackens for just a second. “I mean, yes, I want to, but I have to finish my project. It’s due tomorrow and I don’t have all my prints ready yet. I really need to get back to finish up.”

  “So, tomorrow night?” I wait for Sean to nod before looking at Collin. “You’re welcome to come by tonight, if you’re free.”

  Collin smiles then huffs out a slow breath. “I can wait until tomorrow.” He presses a gentle kiss to Sean’s shoulder. “Can I pick you up on my way to Gunnar’s?”

  Sean’s eyes are hooded and the aroma of his slick hits me hard when the wind shifts in my direction. I don’t know how Collin has the strength to sit so close to him without tearing him apart. All I can think about is sinking into his wet hole and riding Sean until he’s begging for my knot.

  I wonder if Collin is thinking the same thing. Does he want Sean as badly as I do? And where do I fit into his fantasies? My fantasies for Collin are equal to my thoughts for Sean. I’ve always been attracted to both alphas and omegas but never both at the same time. In fact, if I had to choose one over the other, I couldn’t.

  I want them both.

  Desperately.

  After enjoying the cool evening for a while longer, we head back to Omega House. This time, instead of Collin and me going out of our way to give Sean some space, we huddle together as we move down the sidewalk, perfectly synchronized with every move we make. We’ve barely known each other for twenty-four hours but anyone on the street would think we were one unit.

  And in my idealistic mind, we are.

  The walk doesn’t take as long as I would have liked and before we’re ready to say goodbye, we’re standing in front of Omega House.

  Sean pulls away from us first, obviously still not sure what his role is in our strange coupling. “Well, thanks for the coffee.” He looks right at me. “I’m gonna need it tonight.”

  I hold out my arms in a silent invitation. Sean hesitates for just a fraction of a second before throwing himself against my chest and holding tightly around my neck. My fingers instinctively curl in his hair as I treasure the weight of his slight frame in my arms. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

  “Me too.” His grip on me tightens before he takes a step back and looks at Collin for direction.

  The corner of Collin’s lip curls up in a smirk and he cocks his head to the side. “Do I get one of those?”

  Sean exhales and falls into Collin’s arms just as enthusiastically as he did in mine. Collin nuzzles the inside of Sean’s neck and whispers something I can’t hear. Sean nods twice before stepping back. “Well, good night.”

  “Seven o’clock tomorrow?” Collin looks at me then at Sean after I nod.

  “I’ll see you then.” Sean reluctantly turns his back to us and jogs up the steps to the house. The house he shares with countless other omegas who were once used and abused.

  As soon as he’s safely inside, I turn to Collin. “I’ll walk you back if you want. Or I can leave my bike here and call a car to get you home.”

  “You don’t have to do that.” Collin’s eyes are bright even in the dim streetlight. “I’ll be okay on my own.”

  The unintentional frown on my face must give away my dislike of that statement because Collin reaches up to smooth the stubbled skin of my clenched jaw. “But if you’d like to walk me home, that would be nice. I’ll give you a ride from there so I know where to bring Sean tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” I swallow back the questions on the tip of my tongue. I want to know where his attraction lies, but I don’t want to come across as desperate. “That sounds good.” I take a step toward the sidewalk, tempted to reach for his hand when he doesn’t immediately follow me.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He gives me the sexiest smirk I’ve seen in a long time.

  I look back at the house and then at Collin. “I don’t know. Am I?”

  “Your bike?” He nods toward the fence hiding my road bike.

  “Oh, well, I can get it later…unless you have room in your yard for it.”

  “I do, but I also have a truck, so you can take it home tonight.”

  “Cool. Okay.” Truthfully, I couldn’t care less about my damn bike right now. But I don’t want to impose upon Omega House or get Sean in trouble for leaving it there, so I run to the gate and grab my bike, rolling it beside me until I reach Collin.

  “You ready?” he asks, his tone low.

  I’m not exactly sure what he’s asking me but I’m ready for just about anything with him. “Let’s do this.”

  58

  Collin

  The walk to my place only takes about twenty minutes, but it feels like longer with the awkward vibe flowing from Gunnar. I can’t tell what’s bothering him, but when I think back to when his demeanor changed, it’s easy to trace it back to the coffee shop
when I told him I would wait until tomorrow instead of going home with him tonight.

  We’re just a few houses before mine when I finally get the nerve to address the situation. I don’t want anything to be weird between us tomorrow. I want tomorrow to be perfect.

  “Is everything okay?” I stop at the corner and slip both my hands into my pockets, giving him time to respond.

  Gunnar keeps his gaze pointed straight ahead, not looking at me as he leans the bike on his hip. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

  “No, it’s not.” I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a nudge so he’s facing me. “What’s wrong?”

  “Look, I get if you’re only into omegas.” He kicks a rock into the street. “I guess I just let my imagination run a little crazy there…”

  “What are you talking about? Why would you say that?” I step closer, my right foot in between both of Gunnar’s.

  “It’s cool. We can both be with him without…being with each other.” He swallows hard and looks past my shoulder, still not willing to make eye contact with me.

  “Gunnar, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression–”

  “It’s cool, I swear. We’re good.”

  “Would you just shut the fuck up for second and let me talk?” He finally meets my gaze, the vulnerability obvious in his big green eyes as he gives me his full attention.

  “I’m not… I mean…” Fuck, what do I mean? Instead of trying to find the right words, I take one more step forward and lean in until my mouth presses gently against his. Gunnar doesn’t move at all, not even to breathe, for a long moment before his hands close on my hips and his mouth begins to respond to mine.