An Omega for the Sheriff

by Rosling, Corie

  Rebel raced to my side, but I was already floating under the influence of the heavy medication before I even felt him grab my hand. I didn’t want to sleep anymore but sleep was a welcome relief from the pain. My muscles relaxed as the pain eased out of me.

  Three miserable days later, I finally managed to walk twelve steps. Rebel helped me into the bathroom and maneuvered me onto the toilet so I could try to take a crap for the first time since waking up. It was one of those milestones doctors like to talk about before they were willing to release you to go home. It took twenty minutes with my leg sticking straight out and my butt getting numb before I finally managed to push out a pea-sized something. I’d take it gladly if that meant I could get out of here.

  Not even a week after I’d been rolled into the hospital, I was released to go home. A physical therapist would come to the house three days a week until I was more mobile. After that, I’d travel to physical therapy for more intense PT. When we got to the house, I barely managed to make it up the two steps to the porch, and I wondered how the hell I was going to make it to the bedroom when Rebel steered me toward the back of the house. I would have protested, but I knew I would never make it up the stairs to our bedroom.

  “It’s going to take some time before you’re ready to have me cuddling up next to that leg, but I didn’t want to stay upstairs. It’s too far away, and I was afraid I wouldn’t hear you if I needed you so I swapped the bed out for twin beds. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Looking at the beds side by side, I couldn’t help but smile. My omega had found the perfect solution to a question I’d been struggling with since the very bumpy ride home. As much as I wanted to sleep with him in my arms, that ride had reinforced how much healing I still needed to do before I’d be comfortable sleeping with someone next to my bum leg. If I couldn’t manage a pothole, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to handle getting it knocked in the middle of the night by a wrong shift in the bed or an accidental nudge.

  “It’s perfect. Thank you, Rebel.” I drew my omega into my arms and managed to stand there for a few minutes with my mate before pain hit again and I had to get off my leg and take a damn pain pill. It might take months, but I’d be happier when even hugging my omega didn’t send shards of pain up and down my leg.

  20

  Rebel

  “Marry me.” I don’t know who was more shocked, me for having the words pop out of my mouth or Trygg, whose hand stopped midway between his plate and his mouth. It had been a long three months while Trygg recovered from his injury. He wasn’t completely better. According to the doctors and the physical therapist, his recovery was going well.

  I still hadn’t told Trygg about the baby. He had been in so much pain, still had a lot of pain. He leaned on me a lot to help him and I didn’t want to add pressure to his recovery. He was an alpha, though, so I was pretty sure he’d be able to pick up on my change in scent. He hadn’t said anything, waiting for me to tell him in my own time like a good alpha would.

  My small baby bump was barely visible, so it had been easy to hide it with shirts a couple of sizes too big. My habit of wearing some of Trygg’s shirts had helped with that. The fact we hadn’t had sex since the shooting had also helped. Not that we hadn’t fooled around. I was becoming an expert at hiding my belly while Trygg had his mouth on my cock.

  The first month had been nonstop pain for Trygg and I don’t even think my change in scent had registered with him until after the second month he’d been home. There had been a few times I caught him looking at me with a big smile on his face. So yeah, he knew. I don’t know why saying the words had been so hard this past month.

  That’s what this romantic dinner had been all about. The big reveal. Announcing the baby in my belly. Only that isn’t what popped out of my mouth. No. I told my alpha to marry me. I didn’t even ask. Just blurted it right out there as if he didn’t have a choice. What would I do if he said no?

  “Okay.” Trygg had the biggest smile on his face. “Makes sense considering we’re about to be parents. It’ll make it easier to, you know, parent and stuff if we’re married.”

  “You’re supposed to not say anything until I tell you.” I pouted, not really mad. Being pregnant with Trygg’s baby had made me the happiest I’d ever been.

  Once the morning sickness had gone away, being pregnant hadn’t been terrible. I was tired, but I didn’t know how much of that had been the baby and how much had been helping Trygg while he recovered. Things were getting better now that Trygg was getting better at being more mobile. He was still on medical leave from the sheriff’s department, which frustrated my alpha. He wasn’t accustomed to such a leisurely lifestyle. Not that I’d call PT twice a week leisurely. PT took a lot out of the alpha. This past week, he rode a stationary bike on his own for the first time. He might have overdone it a bit because the nap afterward had been long. He still wasn’t up to navigating his way upstairs so we were still in the twin beds in the downstairs bedroom.

  “It’s been killing me not to say a word about it. I don’t know what you’ve been waiting for. This is good news, Rebel.” He looked at me for a moment, as if worried I wasn’t happy about the baby. Hell no. He could get that idea out of his head right now.

  “I want this baby and I’m really happy. Don’t even think I don’t want this little guy because I do. It’s just so much has happened the last few months.” I shrugged, not sure how to express everything going on in my head. “You mean it? You want to get married?”

  “Rebel, I’ve been your alpha for the past five years, even when we weren’t together. Nothing would make me happier than to make it official.”

  “When?”

  “The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and get the license. After that, we either have to wait three days before we can get married or go take a premarital course. There are several online options, or we can go over and talk to Pastor Barrows. I know she does a course through the church. And no, we don’t have to be members to do it through the church. Unfortunately, I can’t officiate my own wedding so having Pastor Barrows do the honors might not be a bad idea. We’re friends and I know she’d do it if I asked her.”

  “I always wondered how you managed to do your friends’ weddings. Did you get ordained online or something?”

  “No. Florida is one of the few states where a notary can perform a wedding ceremony. I worked as a paralegal for a short time while I was waiting to get accepted at the sheriff’s department after I got out of the service. Being a notary helped, and I kept up my certification. It’s come in handy at the sheriff’s department a few times over the years, too.”

  “Wow. Good to know.” I thought over our options and decided it didn’t really matter. I was confident in us. We’d waited five years; three more days wasn’t going to hurt us. I wasn’t crazy about taking a premarital course. While they might be beneficial, I didn’t like classes. I was confident in our relationship. If we hadn’t killed each other in the last few months, I didn’t think we had anything to worry about for our future.

  “Today’s a great day to get a marriage license. I’m okay with waiting the three days. Do you think the pastor would still do the wedding without the class?”

  “I’ll talk to her. I’ve worked with her a lot since she does counseling at the community center and she’s a certified counselor for social services. We have to bring her in on some cases involving kids when the regular counselor isn’t available. I’m pretty sure she’ll be happy to marry us.”

  I pushed myself away from the table, no longer interested in the food I’d spent so much time not cooking. I was a master at takeout. I reached out for my alpha’s hand and helped him stand before leading him into the bedroom. My proposal might not have been the most romantic thing ever, but I could make up for it by worshiping my alpha’s incredible body. I couldn’t wait to be able to call him my husband.

  21

  Trygg

  Nothing beat dancing
with your husband on your wedding day. If you could call moving around in the same spot while trying not to jam your bum leg into your partner dancing, then I was dancing. The day had been nothing short of amazing. We said our vows under an archway covered in flowers Rebel and Phil had arranged. The backyard had been transformed into a picturesque tropical paradise perfect for our wedding. It was a lot like Rebel himself, wild and free. No pristine, cultured gardens for my husband.

  We said our vows surrounded by our friends. While we didn’t do the full police wedding, I stood proudly in my dress uniform as I said my vows. Jace was my best man, standing strong beside me when my leg threatened to buckle a time or two. Everyone from the Sugar Beach substation and I thought half the department showed up for the event, showing their support.

  “Do you think we can sneak out if we cut the cake now?” Rebel asked, a smile playing on his lips.

  “I say we give it a try and see what happens.” I nodded to Jace, who made the announcement as I walked carefully with Rebel to the table where the cake sat. The last thing I wanted was to fall flat on my face. Rebel held my hand the whole way. It wasn’t far to walk but felt like miles by the time we stopped at the festive table where a large white wedding cake decorated with colorful buttercream flowers sat. Rebel had surprised me with a custom-made topper representing the two of us made from fondant. His figure wore Rebel’s usual harem pants and t-shirt while mine wore a uniform similar to the one I wore for my job. It was adorable, and I was already wondering how we were going to save the edible figures for the future.

  Wrapping one arm around my husband, I placed the other hand over his as we cut the first slice, revealing a multi-layered cake with chocolate and vanilla. Somehow I didn’t think my unique omega had gone old school with the flavor combinations. He fed me a piece of vanilla cake with a hazelnut buttercream filling, confirming my suspicions. I picked up a piece of the chocolate layer covered in chocolate filling and fed it to Rebel. When I licked my thumb afterward, the taste of coffee exploded on my tongue. The hazelnut and the coffee were an interesting flavor choice that worked.

  Soon, everyone had cake and we managed to slip away without too much fuss. Neither of us wanted a honeymoon until I was completely healed enough to enjoy it, but we had been gifted a rental house on the beach for one week. Despite my injury, I still managed to carry my husband over the threshold of the small house. Luckily, it was a small one-story house with two bedrooms and no stairs. The patio opened right on the beach and the salt air drifted through the glass sliding doors as Rebel and I admired the view.

  “How does it feel to be married, omega mine?”

  “Like a dream.”

  “But?” I could tell something still bothered my omega and I wanted to know all his secrets. Our marriage wouldn’t work if we weren’t open with each other. I knew there were still some things Rebel held back. Things he thought I might not like. “Tell me what’s bothering you. Please.”

  “Sometimes, I wish I had been born an alpha.” Rebel turned in my arms to face me, looking up at me with wide expressive eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I love this baby and I would never wish him away. I get these very un-omega-like urges at times. I try to ignore them but they won’t go away.”

  “What kind of urges?” Whatever my omega wanted, I was willing to give him. He just had to ask.

  “I like topping sometimes.” Rebel looked away as if embarrassed by the thought. “Omega’s aren’t supposed to want to top. We’re supposed to just take our alpha, and while I love taking you, sometimes I want to give it, too.”

  “I don’t see a problem with that. It might surprise you to know I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have you ramming my ass, sweet boy.” I saw the surprise on his face even as a smile broke out.

  “Really? You’d let me do that to you?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely! I trust you, Rebel. If that’s what you need, I’m willing to give it a try.”

  “I packed lube. Lotsa lube.” Rebel winked at me and ran back out the door to the truck. He came back moments later hauling our luggage to the bedroom. I didn’t know how we were going to work things out with my leg. I thought I could handle kneeling for a short while. I guess we’d figure it out.

  I ended up stretched out in the center of the bed with Rebel on top, licking my nipples and working his way very slowly down my torso to my aching cock. I was hard and dripping, yet Rebel refused to give me any relief by touching me where I needed him to touch. He was all about teasing, barely there kisses. Light butterfly caresses that were brief landings before moving on to the next spot. He found a place that tickled, and I couldn’t help but double over in laughter when that was the spot he concentrated his efforts. I had never felt so free than in that moment in my omega’s arms.

  I was gasping for air when Rebel stole what little breath I had left when his mouth claimed my head, licking the drops of precum oozing from my slit. I thrust up, and my husband, my omega mine, took me completely into his warm mouth and made me his own. I would do anything for this man I had married.

  Soon, I was spurting thick ropes of cum down Rebel’s throat. Moaning at the sensation when he swallowed, I couldn’t help the surge of more cum as he drained me dry. After, he worked his way back up to kiss my lips. I could taste myself, and wasn’t that the most erotic thing ever?

  “How do you want me, Rebel?” I asked as I reached out to stroke his stiff dick. He was smaller than I was, and I was confident I could take him without too much trouble.

  “Uh, maybe on your side?” I rolled, and he positioned me so I lay on my good leg with my bad leg bent slightly. I still wore my brace to reduce any unexpected jarring moves.

  Rebel poured lube on his fingers, warming the liquid before nudging my hole. Feeling his fingers easing their way in was uncomfortable at first, but I relaxed as he primed me. When he had worked three fingers into me and I wasn’t complaining, he replaced them with his cock. The head tapped my hole then popped through as Rebel pushed into me.

  Soft kisses trailed from one shoulder to the other as I grew comfortable having Rebel inside me. I could feel his small baby bump hitting my ass. There was something so damn sexy about having my pregnant omega owning me and staking his claim. My cock which had never really softened completely perked up, getting hard once again. Where once there was an uncomfortable fullness and a slight burn, now I had the stirrings of pleasure.

  “Move, Rebel. I need you to start moving.”

  Taking me at my word, my husband pumped into me, figuring out a rhythm that had me moaning and wondering why I had never tried this before. He hadn’t been wrong when he said most alphas didn’t like to bottom. Apparently, I wasn’t most alphas because pleasure I hadn’t felt before wrapped around me and filled me. The moment Rebel shifted and found my prostate, I saw stars and the high-pitched sound that escaped my mouth would have been embarrassing if I’d been with anyone else. Once he found it, my omega banged the heck out of my prostate until I was painting the bedsheets with thick ropes of pearly white cum. I felt Rebel stiffen and find his own release as he came inside me.

  With no knot, Rebel could have left much sooner than I could have. Instead, he made small movements pumping inside me as if he were ready to go again. I was all on board with that idea as many times as Rebel could manage. Anything for my omega.

  22

  Rebel

  “Where is he? Did I miss the baby?” I rushed up as fast as my expanding belly would let me to the group of people sitting in the waiting room. Mags and Peter sitting side by side arguing over who would get to hold the baby first. Todd’s mother was sitting next to her husband, looking nervous. Peter looked a little windswept, which meant Mags had probably forced him to ride her motorcycle again. Peter wore leggings under his dress which meant Mags had overridden any protests he had about riding a motorcycle in a dress.

  “He’s still in labor. Phil came out a few minutes ago with an update. So far, no baby. He said Todd was only about five centimeters dil
ated so we had time before the baby got here,” Mags said as Trygg caught up with me.

  My husband had waved me on when we got to the birthing center, insisting I didn’t need to wait on him. Despite still wearing a brace, he was walking faster.

  Just then, Phil stepped into the waiting room. “Rebel! Finally! Todd’s been asking for you. He was afraid you wouldn’t make it before the baby came.”

  “I’m here. Where’s our midwife? Did Gigi make it yet?” I asked as he grabbed my hand and led me to Todd’s room.

  “Yeah. She was here, waiting by the time we got here. She just lives down the street so she beat us here and got all the paperwork started. She and Todd have been walking and doing hip circles for the past few minutes.”

  “Yeah, Gigi says it’s all about centrifugal force and opening the hips up to get ready for the baby. I’m still on the fence about whether it will work or not, but cultures have used belly dancing moves to help with delivery for centuries. Who am I to argue with tradition?”

  “I know what you mean. It seems kind of hokey to me, but if it helps get our baby here without too much trouble for Todd, I’m all for it.” Phil opened a door, and I stepped past him into the room to find Gigi and Todd gyrating by the bed.

  Todd looked relaxed and happy. He reached out to Phil who grabbed his hands, giving him support. They moved about the room together; Phil walked step for step as Todd moved in an undulating pattern as old as time. I’d convinced him to do Gigi’s belly dancing for pregnancy class and while he claimed he wasn’t ready to dance in public, he’d been happy with how the dancing made him feel.