Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Joyee Flynn

  “Yeah, baby. Oh shit, deeper,” Cameron begged. “Fuck, I need you all the way inside of me forever.”

  “Always, Cameron. Always yours,” I panted, knowing this was about more than sex. We were in this together… Forever and no one was leaving. Not when we loved each other this fiercely, this completely. “Come, now!”

  Cameron screamed out my name as I bit him, his short nails digging into my back. Then I felt his teeth in my shoulder and I grunted as I came, filling him up with the proof of my desire. My climax was wave after wave of bliss.

  “It just keeps getting better and better,” Cameron whispered as he licked my bite.

  “And we keep getting more and more kinky,” I chuckled.

  “Six of one, half a dozen of the other,” Jared joked from Rhyce’s lap. I glanced over at them and saw the big grins they had for me. Yeah, all the same as long as we all enjoyed ourselves, and I sure as hell always did with them.

  Chapter 9

  Wesley

  “There it is again,” I growled as I jumped to my feet in the library. I’d been feeling it all day and now into the night. We’d just finished dinner and everyone broke back up into their respective tasks, my circle searching through clues and sorting journals.

  “What? What has got you on edge all day?” Bay asked, sounding about as frustrated as I felt. I glanced at Levey and Harkin, seeing the same frown. Whoops.

  “Let’s go find out,” I answered as I locked on the energy. I darted out of the library, my men on my heels. “All day I’ve been getting blips of energy. Like someone was trying to block me or didn’t have the strength to keep it up. That or there are aliens darting all around us within a mile so I could feel their energy.”

  “Yeah, I doubt that,” Levey snickered. As we ran by the garage, Bay stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled for Tristan and Dewey’s inner circles to follow us. Carson had been with us in the library so he and his men were right with us.

  But the time we got close to the energy we had a real posse going on. It was almost amusing if whatever had been screwing with me all day hadn’t been driving me crazy.

  “Guess there’s a cemetery on the island,” Harkin mumbled as we came to the gates of it.

  “Sorry, we knew that,” Percy said sheepishly. “We told Tristan and Galvin so he could map it out tomorrow now that we found the surveying stuff he needs.”

  “Everyone be quiet,” I growled, trying to focus. I scanned the area and my head snapped to the right. There it was but it was fading fast. Not being hidden but fading… Why the fuck was it fading? And then it hit me. “Shit! He’s dying.” I raced there, crashing my knee into a tombstone I didn’t see in the failing light. It didn’t matter though because the energy stopped before we could have gotten there.

  “Holy shit,” Tristan hissed as we all skidded to a halt. There were three freshly filled-in graves and one with an open casket and a man inside of it.

  “Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” I said sadly as I stared down into the grave. Then I saw the large envelope. “Who’s got a flashlight? It’s too covered here with trees to read it with what’s left of sunlight.”

  “I got it,” Bay said as he pulled out a flashlight and grabbed the envelope. He opened it up and his eyes went wide before he started to read out loud for us.

  Please don’t try to revive me. My four hundred years is up and I want to be with my mates. I apologize if I have scared any of you as the ghost you spoke of. I promise there are no specters on the property.

  I wanted to welcome you and make myself known but since my time was coming to an end and my mates had already passed, I had days only. And what would have been the point of making new friends only to lose them? I have seen the way you care about your people and each other and you are the highest caliber of people. The house is yours. I know you are looking for my son and I cannot thank you enough for that.

  I hope you are able to reunite him with his heritage. If he is found, the house and island will legally go to him with the clause that you, your loved ones, and friends are always welcome to make this your home or build on the island. You’ve taken great care to appreciate what’s been our home for over three hundred years and I know I leave it in good hands. I hate to ask it but if you could please put my body to rest, I would appreciate it.

  Good luck in your search for Mikey and if you do find him, let him know his fathers always loved him and never stopped searching for him. It filled my last days with joy to know that there were good people who would take care of the house my mate and Alpha built for us. My journals are hidden in one of the many secret passages and from what I’ve heard of your discussions there is a lot more to being an Omega you need to know of.

  And I left the names for all the other bloodlines in there as well. I also contacted Misha Botkina. He is a bloodline Omega that my family has always had an arrangement with. Like young Brody said about buying a mansion in Russia, Misha has a castle that, like this island, is open to all in need of protection and sanctuary.

  He will be a good ally in the fight you have ahead of you… Because you will have one, my young Omegas. Word has already spread of what you did with the American High Council and I promise you the ramifications will be more than you ever foresaw. Trust your hearts to the ones you love, protect your friends nobly, and think with your heads instead of your emotions and you will make it through the trying times to come just fine.

  All my best and thank you for handling what I asked you to in advance,

  Matthew

  “Wow,” I whispered as I blinked down at Matthew. “Just wow.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got nothing else to say besides that either,” Tristan mumbled as he jumped into the hole. There was a slight space between the casket and the edges of the grave that had been dug. “May you and your inner circle journey to heaven well, my friend. The angels always need new singing partners and I’m sure there will be lots of good hunts in your future up there in the clouds.”

  I felt tears burn in my eyes as Tristan closed the casket. It was the right thing to do and it had been Matthew’s wishes. “What a sweet man.”

  “What do you mean, babe?” Harkin asked me softly as he grabbed a shovel while Cameron reached down and gave Tristan a hand out.

  “His days were numbered. It wouldn’t have affected him if we met him and then he passed. It would affect us. He stayed in the shadows his last days so he didn’t bring us heartache of having to lose someone,” I explained. “Think about it. If you lost your mates and had to suffer that while trying to make strangers comfortable in your house, all to spare them pain. That’s a sweet, kind man.”

  “Yeah, yeah it is,” Carson agreed. “It’s hard to lose anyone but I know if it was me I’d also be excited.”

  “Excited to lose us?” Declan exclaimed, looking at Carson like he was nuts.

  “Yeah. I mean, death is just the beginning. If you guys died, I’d miss you for however many days it would take until I’d join you but I’d also be excited for what came next for us. I mean, could you imagine all the fun we could have in heaven?” His eyes lit up at the idea.

  “I love the way you see the world, my love,” Declan replied before giving Carson a quick kiss. “I’m sorry I questioned you.”

  “Question away. I’m just glad I can still keep you guys guessing,” he chuckled. I smiled at my friend. I didn’t know what came for us after this life but I hoped he was right. It would be nice to think that there was more after our time on earth and I could spend the afterlife in heaven with my men.

  We were quiet as they quickly filled in the grave, all of us lost in our thoughts. Then we said our last good-byes to the man we never knew but who’d given us so much.

  The silence was killing me and I blurted out the one thought I had running through my brain. “I wonder if the angels are voyeurs. I mean they see everything already, right? Were they watching Bay fuck me silly earlier? Would they rather get the close-up in heaven?”

  “That’s wh
ere your mind went with all of this?” Levey choked out as he tried not to laugh.

  “Apparently,” I drawled, shrugging. Everyone had a good laugh at that one. But of course none of us knew the answers. One day we’d find out but until then, I was just glad for the time I got with my mates.

  * * * *

  Brody

  I was shaking as I carried the breakfast tray up to my room. The plan had sounded so great in my head, not cheesy at all. Now though? Oh god, I just wanted to melt into the floor with nerves and how dorky I felt.

  For one, apparently I hadn’t been the only one to think of making breakfast in bed for my men on Valentine’s Day. Two, a few months with Asher and none of his cooking skills had rubbed off on me. Three, frosting sucked. It never stayed where I wanted and it just got everywhere. I’m sure I looked like a hot mess which spoke volumes for my grand gesture.

  What a disaster! It was too late to turn back now though because I had no backup plan. Which I needed to seriously remember this moment and always have a backup plan from now on.

  “We were wondering where you were,” Jaxon bitched as I walked into the room. “We’re not going to end up hovering but it’s a strange house and island with a lot of shit going on, Brody. Would a note have killed you? Don’t you think we would have noticed you sneaking out of our bed hours ago?”

  I blinked at them in shock and at first I got angry. Then I realized they were right and I swallowed it down. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking it would take as long as it did and I could surprise you. But you’re right. I would have been worried if the situation was reversed and I’ll be more considerate in the future.”

  “Okay, thank you,” he sighed as he took the tray from me and set it down on the table. Then he turned and hugged me. “Thank you. I’m sorry to be a bear but I woke up missing my Omega and the man I love and freaked out. There’s too much crazy going on right now and I got scared.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Jaxon,” I whispered, my heart soaring as it always did when they told me they loved me. “Can I give you your surprise now?”

  “Powdered-sugar-covered Brody?” he purred, licking my neck. “Very nice.”

  “No,” I giggled when his tongue tickled. “Seriously, this is my Valentine’s Day grand gesture. You’re going to want this.”

  “I’m all ears.” He let me go as Lief and Asher joined us. They each got in a lick, laughing that they always knew I was sweet. Dorks. I got them to sit down and handed them each a covered plate.

  “So, hopefully the symbolism makes sense since I didn’t really know how to do this. I know it’s dorky and I’m a loser but, well, it’s all I could come up with,” I rambled as they pulled off the covers.

  “I have a strip of frosted sugar cookie,” Jaxon muttered in a confused tone. “Red frosting.”

  “Put our pieces together,” Asher suggested, holding his plate closer to Jaxon’s as Lief did as well. Yeah, it was hard cutting a massive heart cookie in three pieces so it would look like that’s what it was. I was grateful Asher figured it out. “He’s giving us each an equal piece of his heart cookie.” Then he glanced to me with wide eyes. “Is this just the cookie? You said symbolism, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s symbolic,” I agreed quietly, staring down at my suddenly interesting toes. “I can’t bake really though so you might not want to try it and just understand what I—” I yelped as Lief grabbed me around the waist and dragged me onto his lap.

  “It’s like the best cookie ever in the history of cookies,” he purred before kissing me silly. “I love you too, baby. This is awesome. It’s officially my favorite Valentine’s Day ever. Are you going to claim us later too?”

  “Yes,” I breathed as I nodded. “I love you, Lief. I want us all to be everything to each other.”

  “Good,” Jaxon growled as he grabbed me and kissed me next. “Love you, Brody.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered nervously. Then I looked to Asher, who was holding his arms out for me. I moved to straddle his thigh and brushed my lips over his. “I love you, Asher.”

  “Love you too. And you should be covered in sweets all the time,” he said with a chuckle, kissing along my neck. “It’s a hell of a way to wake up.”

  I smiled as I moaned at the fun he was having. Maybe goofy and dorky was okay once in a while. My men seemed to like it. Or maybe that was just the sentiment behind the whole thing. Either way, it worked for me and they were happy.

  * * * *

  Edric

  The next day we rotated some of the tasks. I was in the library with my men taking over the cataloging of books and searching for clues with all the unattached Omegas and guards. Vencentio and his circle were checking out the island and mapping it out. The outing to Puerto Rico had been a success so there was no need for more unless we wanted to but there was time for that.

  It was Valentine’s Day after all. We had simple and calm planned for tonight but until then we had tons of work to do.

  “That’s odd,” Baptista said quietly as he stared over a photo album. We’d found a bunch of them with Matthew Montague’s journals. It took Wesley a few tries and a lot of frustration looking for all the secret passages but to me it had been a fun treasure hunt. Though it was treasure in the way of information and memories.

  I hopped off the stepladder and glanced at what he was looking at. “What is?”

  “This kid looks like me,” he chuckled nervously. “This picture was taken when he was two and I have a picture of when I was three and it’s almost the exact same.”

  “That is odd,” I hedged as I studied it.

  “Except this boy has dark hair and I have blond of course,” he mumbled as he turned his chair to the laptop sitting by him. “I’ll show you.”

  “You have your baby pictures on Wesley’s laptop?” That didn’t sound strange or anything.

  “No,” he snickered, shaking his head. “My hair was a dark blond/light brown when I was young or something so they didn’t know I was going to be an Omega. It killed my mother since she never got into the wolf culture, thinking most of it was archaic.”

  “She’s right,” Kelvin drawled. “It is.” He moved behind us as did Gareth.

  “Guess we’re putting the cleaning and cataloging the books on hold,” Blaine chuckled as he joined us. “I could use the break.”

  “Anyways, after I got sold my mom practically dedicated her Facebook page to me, hoping if I saw someone still cared then I could get through whatever was happening to me,” Baptista explained.

  “You weren’t allowed to call her?” Gareth asked and I winced.

  “No. I spent over eight years trapped in the Alpha house being their maid and whore. They didn’t exactly give me phone privileges,” Baptista answered bitterly. He clicked on a few links and then the picture popped up. “There. See, I look just like the kid.”

  I glanced at the picture in the photo album and did a double take. “Yeah, you really do. Do you have any younger pictures of yourself or maybe cousins?” I gently took the picture out of the album and held it up to the laptop monitor.

  “Jesus, it’s like a spitting image,” Calver mumbled.

  “No,” Baptista answered me. “My parents said they couldn’t afford a camera before I was three so they didn’t have any baby pictures of me younger. I never thought to question it.” I blinked at him a minute. I would have. I could get parents not having money for a camera if times were tough but no one in his extended family had one or even grandparents that could have taken baby pictures of him. It sounded shady.

  “Zoom in on your hair,” Kelvin said quietly as he pointed to the laptop. Baptista quickly saved a copy of the picture to the laptop and reopened it so he could zoom. When he did, I didn’t have to ask what Kelvin had been looking for. “Is that hair dye growing out on the tips of his hair?”

  “It looks like it,” I agreed. “But why dye a kid’s hair?”

  “To hide he was an Omega,” Calver guessed as he looked at Baptista. “S
o why stop though? Did they get busted? But there are blonds who don’t end up Omegas so no one could have known at that age.”

  “Or someone was covering up that he could be an Omega and then he wasn’t with that person anymore,” I whispered after I had flipped to the next page in the album. “Baptista, it’s about to get weirder.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked as he glanced at what I was looking at. “How is there a picture of me in that book?” He sounded almost hysterical and I didn’t blame him.

  “It’s not you. It’s one of the previous owners of the house and he looks a few years older than you,” I answered as I pointed to what was written under the picture. Sam Montague ’85. “But he had to have aged well because if he just died at four hundred then he was, well, old.”

  “But the cameras weren’t as good back then as they are now,” Kelvin added as he studied it. “There’s a faded note here. On the way to the hospital when Mikey was born.” We flipped to the next page and I thought of something as they went on and on about how the guy looked like Baptista. I moved away from the table and went to the file that Matthew had left us about his missing son. I quickly opened it and checked out the birth certificate.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes. Everyone stopped and looked at me but I stared right at my friend. “The child’s name was Michael Baptista Montague. At three you would have known your name. Changing it would have been hard but I bet getting you to answer to your middle name wouldn’t be as bad.”

  “No, no, this isn’t happening,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “I have parents. Those men who just died cannot be my fathers. No. I don’t want to hear about this again.”