Love After Loss: An Mpreg Romance

by W. Mae Smith

  My entire body was elevated, my senses were peaked and my head was spinning. I couldn’t think anymore, I just let Damien take control of me.

  Every moment from this night had felt like some kind of foreplay, rubbing thighs in the car ride, dinning on exquisite food, seeing his work place for the first time, even meeting Gina made me hot just knowing I was now a part of Damien’s life.

  When he touched my cock in the elevator I had become so hard so fast it almost hurt. My dick was raging hard now as he sucked my lips and pushed his tongue down my throat.

  I reached my hands up his white dress shirt and felt his thick body. He was soft on top but underneath was dense with muscle. For a moment I pictured him young and tight with washboard abs, but after gripping his thick flesh my face grew hotter and I knew he was perfect for me just like this.

  I wanted his strong arms to be around me forever. So much of my life I had spent being cocky and confident but with him I could let everything go, relax, I felt safe. My alpha I thought, my fucking alpha.

  As I said those words in my mind my desire to please him grew. We stood at the foot of the bed and before he got the chance to throw me on top I dropped to my knees.

  I slipped his belt buckle undone, unbutton and unzipped his pants. I watched my ring change from golden yellow to amber orange. Not quite in heat but the passion was sure heating me up, provoking my hormones.

  I wiggled his pants off his hips and placed his cock in my mouth. My lips slid up and down his shaft. It grew to full size in my mouth causing me to choke and pull my head back slightly.

  “Your cock is so fucking big.” I gasped looking up at him. He responded by grabbing the back of my head and pushing it towards his body so my lips slid further down the shaft once again.

  I let him hold my head in place as I sucked him trying desperately not to choke again. Tears formed in my eyes from working his cock so hard. He loosened his grip and I pulled back to look up at him. His strong jawline was clenched, and he licked his full lips looking down at me. He was so hot I didn’t want to stop pleasing him.

  Taking his balls with one hand and cock with the other I searched around for spare saliva in my mouth. I spit on his dick, lubricating it so my hand could work him harder and faster. He started talking to me in a deep sensual voice.

  “You’re mine Carlos, I want to feel you, all of you.” His words made me crazy all I wanted was his knot inside me, pushing into me, exploding in my eager wet hole.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood up and he got the message. He removed the rest of his clothing then moved onto mine. He was fast and precise. A moment later my clothes were off and we stood there, both of us naked with hard cocks.

  Damien eased me on top of the bed. “I want to mate you.” He spoke dominantly in my ear.

  My body suddenly froze. I was thinking he was all pillow talk when he had said he wanted all of me. I didn’t want to say no but I wasn’t ready yet. There was still so much I didn’t know about him. I’m still too young to be mated, I thought, and in a panic I pushed him off of me.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked looking shocked that I had just denied him.

  I looked over his sexy rouged body then into his soulful eyes. “Damien, I don’t know if I’m ready.” It killed me to say that but I had to speak the truth before it was too late.

  He smiled at me and giggled sweetly to himself. “You’re right, I’m sorry Carlos.” I let him lay back on top of me. “It’s just, I love you, and my urges, they take over, you know?”

  My body melted into the plush covers of the bed. “You love me?”

  “Of course.”

  I wanted to take back my answer and let him mate me right then and there but my conscious stopped me. Instead I changed my answer slightly. “I know you’re my mate Damien, I know I’ll have your imprint soon. I just want to know you more first. I want to know all of you.”

  He seemed to like this answer better and he returned to kissing on my body. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He whispered in my ear as he moved slowly down from my neck kissing each inch of my body with care and intensity.

  I felt good after those words were spoken out loud. The air felt clear and fresh like we could really let loose with our passions now that we had communicated.

  I felt his dick rubbing against mine as he positioned himself on top of me. I reached down to grab him and felt his knot enlarged at the base of his cock. The dildo had been fun but I wanted to feel his real cock and his real knot that would eventually mate the two of us.

  My body was full of heat. I was practically shaking with excitement as he slipped a finger inside me. He pulled it inside and out lubricating my hole. Kissing me passionately on my lips he placed his cock against my hole and entered me. I felt a swoosh of ecstasy melt through my body as his hard cock thrust slowly in and out of my hole.

  As he lifted my leg slightly, bringing my knee to my chest I could feel his knot expanding, growing larger inside me. I began to moan uncontrollably. My head tossed from side to side as I lost control of body.

  He pushed harder, going deeper, our bodies rolling in rhythmic unison. Sweat started to build on our chests as he slid his dick further and his knot pulsed inside of me.

  I grabbed his sweat covered back and pulled him closer on top of me. His wet chest rubbing on my cock made me want to come.

  I couldn’t stop myself. I began coming. I was exploding. I started to gasp for air my orgasm was so strong.

  Before my orgasm ended I felt Damien so hard inside me, then finally with one last thrust I felt his warm liquids and his knot bursting.

  Him knotting inside me turned me on so much I felt my orgasm kick into round two and I almost passed out.

  He collapsed on top of me as my eyes rolled back behind my head. We lay in silence, sweating, panting, and full of love.

  When we finally caught our breath he lifted himself slightly off my chest so he could look at me. He took a hand to the back of my neck scratching it lightly. “You’re amazing.” He said finally after looking into my eyes for some time. “I really love you Carlos.”

  I sighed feeling the complete weight of my body relax into the soft hotel bed. “I love you too, Damien.” Even though he did not imprint me I knew my search for my mate was finally over.

  20

  Damien

  After Valentine’s Day Carlos and I were steady. We saw each other less because of his school and work schedule but it was fine because our bond was there.

  Sometimes he would come by the bar when he was finished writing papers or brewing coffee at Browns. He would sit and have a beer. Most of the time I would offer him dinner because I knew he wasn’t much of a cook and was very busy. He would sit and eat, talk to my staff, and when I had a spare moment I could walk past and give him a kiss.

  Tonight was an exception and I hadn’t seen him at all. I hadn’t seen him leave early this morning when he usually did for his 8am class. I didn’t see him in the afternoon on our deck when he would normally come home and shower before work, and again in the evening he hadn’t shown up at my bar.

  I was disappointed but nonetheless I knew he was busy. I closed down the bar without seeing him and headed home. When I walked up the stairs to my apartment

  I so badly wanted to sneak into his room and cuddle up beside him but I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he had an early morning and another busy day ahead of him tomorrow.

  As I walked across the deck and slipped my key into my door my head began to feel dizzy. I must be really tired I thought as I entered my apartment.

  I thought about making some food but my vision started to blur and my eyelids became heavy as stone. Instead I stumbled over to my bed and passed out.

  The next morning I woke up in my clothes lying on top of my covers. My body felt clammy like I had been sweating all night. I lifted myself off my bed and wiggled out of my damp clothes.

  As I walked out of my bedroom I looked around at the state of my apartment. A lamp had been thr
own across my living room, papers that had been stacked neatly on my table were scattered everywhere, and my front door was slightly ajar.

  “What the?” I said out loud as I started to panic. Had I been robbed? I slammed my door closed and locked it, then went the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.

  How did I sleep through that? I thought as I rubbed my hands down my face. Suddenly I caught my reflection in my mirror. Not only was my house trashed, my knuckles were cut and bleeding! I drew back from the mirror and examined them. Tiny scrapes lined all four of my knuckles on my right hand with one deep cut below my pinky that left a trail of dried blood.

  Panic flooded my body. I began tearing apart the house examining everything, making sure everything of value was in intact. Everything was in order, nothing was stolen, and nothing was broken other than the lamp.

  I sat on the couch in the middle of my apartment furious and confused. I went through my steps from the night before. I had closed up the bar, nothing funny there. I had come home and most definitely locked my door behind me, then I passed out. I guess I had fallen asleep unusually fast, but why would that have mattered?

  The more I sat there thinking the more concerned I grew about the fact I hadn’t really remembered falling asleep. From the moment I locked the door behind me to the moment I went to my room to fall asleep, it was all blurry.

  Carlos! I jumped up off the couch when the thought of my future mate popped into my head. Is he okay? Oh no, what if something bad happened to him? I could never forgive myself.

  Bursting through my front door I ran to Carlos’ apartment. I started to bang wildly on the door. “Carlos!” I yelled trying to keep my cool but failing. “Carlos, are you in there?” There was no answer.

  More panic began to rise as I started to pace on the deck. A series of questions of what to do ran through my head. Should I call the police? Should I go look for Carlos to make sure he’s okay? I decided the first option was the best and I slid open my phone to dial the police.

  My thumb slid open to the call screen but before I could open the keypad my phone opened to recent calls where recurring numbers appeared on the screen, Carlos and Dr. Riley.

  I stepped back into my apartment in realization of what really went on. It wasn’t a robbery that happened here last night.

  21

  Carlos

  I looked down at my heat ring, it was dark blood red. I was in a community Heat House, one my work recommended for me. It was pretty average. I had to rent a room but I received a discount when I mentioned I worked at Browns.

  Of course my urges had taken over and all I wanted was sex with Damien. I had definitely not expected to end up in a less than average Heat House without him.

  Yesterday morning I went to my first class at 8am. About mid-day during my 2nd lecture I watched my ring turn from burnt orange to candy red. My head began to feel light and my loins started to pulse.

  I dismissed myself and walked down to the omega lounge where I called for a student complimentary car to drive me home.

  I was so full of excitement. From head to toe my body was pumping pure omega lust for Damien. I had been waiting for this day for so long now. Even with the suppressants I was still mega horny.

  When I arrived home, I settled in to my safe place in my bed surrounded by my delicious instruments of pleasure. I swiped open my phone to call Damien. There was no answer. I assumed he must be working and allowed him some time to return my call while I got started.

  Than I called Patrick and told him my heat had begun. He didn’t have to stay somewhere else but as an omega he knew what heats were like. He’d arranged to stay with a friend for the week of my heat and I’d arranged to stay at my friend’s for his heat.

  Hours must have gone by, it was hard to tell. I was getting impatient. I tried calling Damien again and again; still no answer. I was going crazy. The heat was coursing through my body. I needed him.

  I didn’t know if it was my mind playing tricks on me, but finally I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to our apartment. They then faded to the other side of the deck and I heard a door open.

  I wanted to get up and lure him over to me but I couldn’t manage to find my feet. Instead I called him once again, still no answer.

  Moments later I heard the footsteps again this time coming towards my door. My cock grew with excitement. My body felt loose and ready to embrace all he could give me.

  As the footsteps grew closer I started to hear the intensity of their speed and force. Each step sounded angry like it had intentions to harm who ever they were after.

  My breath grew still as I listened more intensively.

  BAM BAM BAM

  The footsteps stopped at my front door and a fist began banging loudly. I didn’t know what to do. I sat in my bed frozen with fear.

  The banging persisted louder this time followed by shouting. I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but there was no doubt it was Damien at the door.

  I tried to think if I had done something wrong, something that would anger him like this. My mind flashed back to the incident in his home when I caught him in an unruly rage. He told me it was nothing to worry about, but as I lay in bed stricken with fear I knew there was something wrong, something I needed to worry about.

  I had to act, the banging was not ending. My head was still light and my energy was low. My body was only focused on one thing, sex. I had to pull my head out of the haze.

  As I got up to walk to the door I began to listen to what was being shouted from the other side, the words made my body shiver. I stood listening for a moment trying to understand.

  “ANTHONY! Please! Please! Open the door. I know you’re there! I know you can hear me.” The shouts were laced with spits of crying, sobbing and pounding still on the door.

  I was scared. I wanted to call the police but the sobs behind his shouting were too deafening to ignore the pain he was in. I couldn’t call the police.

  I stood behind the door and waited for the anger to soften. The pounding slowed and became a light thud of the fist.

  I braced myself before speaking. “Damien? Are you alright?”

  The pounding stopped, there was silence. “Anthony? Is that you?” His mood seemed to switch as he spoke kindly from the other side of the door.

  Who is Anthony? I was mixed with emotions. My heart wanted to open the door to help him but my mind reminded me of the power my scent while in heat had to an alpha.

  “Please, I need to see you.” Damien begged.

  I didn’t know if he was talking to Anthony or me, but my heart gave in and I opened the door a crack. I peered onto our deck and saw nothing at first. Squinting my eyes slightly I saw him, pacing back and forth; he looked manic.

  He looked up when he noticed me peering through the cracked open door.

  “Anthony. It’s you. It’s really you.” He walked towards me slowly, like he was being drawn towards a shining light.

  I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I was scared at first but when I looked in his eyes it was clear he did not want to hurt me.

  “Damien, who’s Anthony?” I asked calmly. I didn’t want to provoke the anger I knew he had inside him.

  I asked, but he didn’t seem to hear me. He just kept walking toward me, his eyes dazed in wonderment I was standing in front of him.

  I asked again, “Damien, what’s going on?” He pushed past me and began aimlessly looking around my apartment. I stood in the doorway watching him. Finally he seemed to shake his head straight and look back at me.

  I thought maybe this was all a joke so I went to embrace him, but from his reaction it was clear this was not a joke. His face changed from awestricken to confused and anger. He pushed me away and became furious.

  “Where have you been?” He shouted at me. His jawline was clutched and he stared at me with intense eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you! You left me!” His strong body was intimidating me, as he seemed to grow larger with rage and his hands s
tarted to ball into fists. I was scared again.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shouted back praying he wasn’t going to hurt me.

  He leaned down towards my face grabbing my shoulders and started to cry uncontrollably, “HOW COULD YOU?” He finally screamed dropping to his knees.

  I stood in silence. I had no idea what the fuck was happening. This must have been the same break down I had seen the first time at his house but my mind couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation. I just stood scared looking down at him crying with anger still in his eyes.

  Finally he stood back up and pushed me away from the door. I lost my footing and fell on the floor landing on my wrist. I grabbed it in pain and watched him leave my apartment.

  I waited, frozen in fear, for him to return. I heard his apartment door slam shut so I picked myself up and shut my front door, locking it behind me.

  I tried to sleep that night but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what Damien was thinking or what he was capable of. The look in his eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

  In the morning I checked myself into the Heat House where I lay now, safe, but worrying about my alpha and praying there was an explanation for his instability.

  22

  Damien

  Carlos’ phone rang over and over with no answer. I tried Patrick. Still nothing. I only wanted to know if Carlos was safe. I couldn’t live with myself if I had hurt him. All I wanted was for him to be safe in my arms.

  I thought about calling hospitals, omega safe houses for the abused and mistreated, or maybe asking at Browns, where he worked, but than I stopped myself when I realized I would have to answer their questions as to why I was calling. What would I say to them? I blacked out and don’t remember if I hurt my boyfriend or not? Surely they wouldn’t allow me to speak to him even if he was there.