Mating the Omega (MM Gay Shifter Mpreg Romance) (Mercy Hills Pack Book 1)

by Ann-Katrin Byrde

  I flopped back on the bed, groaned, “I know!” and pulled a pillow down over my face.

  It worked. He laughed, patted my knee, and said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I waved at him from under the pillow, heard him laugh again, and shortly after I heard the sound of the door closing. Immediately, I tossed the pillow on the floor and went to look out the window. My jailer was still there.

  Fuck.

  But no, there he was, the Alpha, walking down the road with Mac. My body clenched at the sight of Mac’s red hair, and well, all his other body parts. For that matter, a lot of my own body parts were taking notice of Mac’s presence. I pressed my palm against my cock, and told it, “You’ll be getting yours tonight. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

  They walked up to my jailer and spoke to him for a few minutes. I could have listened in, but every time Mac spoke, my hormones went into overdrive, so I went and hid in the bathroom with the shower running. I guess my heat wasn’t as over as I thought it was. For once, I wasn’t cursing it for being too long. This time, it suited me fine.

  I listened to the shower until it made me pee, then decided that I shouldn’t be wasting the pack’s water, and I wanted a shower before my run tonight anyway. My clothes went into the hamper—I wouldn’t need them after the jailer left—and I adjusted the water to something that wouldn’t freeze my cock off before I got a chance to use it.

  It was tempting to jack off before I went. Lady Medeina, I was horny, and excited enough about tonight to jump out of my skin. Too many years of waiting, wondering who it was who would claim me. If I would be happy. Well, that one was still up for grabs, but, as Mom used to say, no point in borrowing trouble when there’s nothing you can do about it. But now that I had permission to think about him, it was all I could do not to run straight out to the security building and beg him to take me. I didn’t think he’d make me unhappy, not on purpose.

  Please don’t let him change after.

  I took my time cleaning up, making sure I was ready. Nothing was going to stand in the way. Finally, I couldn’t come up with any other stuff to kill time, so I turned off the shower and toweled the water from my skin as I went to my bedroom window again.

  He was gone. Relief and excitement made me shiver, but I had to make sure. I snuck down the stairs and peered out through the living room window, then I carefully opened the back door and checked out there too.

  No one.

  I slipped out onto the deck and changed into my wolf form. Hardly anyone back home would know what I looked like as a wolf—it had been years since they’d seen me change, and I’d still been mostly a puppy then. I shook out my dark gray fur—much nicer than the hair I had when I was human—and trotted off in the direction of the security building.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  The Alpha had left it pretty much up to me how I handled the night. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

  Down the road I trotted, and out into the little woods with the pond, then out the other side of the trees—now in human form—with a half dozen good-sized rocks cradled in my arms. The only thing the Alpha had suggested was that, since Mac was covering this section of the enclave fence, I could use that to get him out of the security building. So there I was, on a chilly April evening, wearing nothing but goosebumps, and throwing rocks at the fence, trying to hit the silver bars at the top and set off their sensors.

  It took all my rocks, but I got in three good hits, the last one chiming bell-like off into the night. If that didn’t set off the sensors, I didn’t know what would. I dusted my hands and headed back to the pond to wait.

  Mac was good. It was only ten minutes before I heard the sound of an engine, then the silence as it was turned off. I borrowed from my wolf and listened for footsteps in the forest litter, tracking Mac’s progress as he explored the wood.

  At least, I hoped it was Mac. That was the one weak point of the plan. There were four of them working this section of the fence. It would be just my luck to get the other team.

  Then I heard the crackle a hand-held radio and someone say, “We’re clear in section one. Moving on to two.” And Mac replied, “Section five is clear too. Moving on to four.”

  He was no more than a hundred feet away from me.

  I waited until I could hear his footsteps, then I tossed a pebble in the pond. The footsteps paused, then inched forward, careful strides that would have been inaudible to a human.

  A moment later, I heard the radio crackle to life again. “You guys can go home, I’ve got him. Just a youngster getting up to mischief. I’ll give him a lecture and send him back to the big woods to run.” Acknowledgments sounded from the other members of the security team, and then Mac stepped out of the trees.

  “What are you doing out here?” he asked, hooking his radio back on his belt. “You’re supposed to be in your house.”

  “I’m waiting for you.” I’d been lying on my back, staring up at the moon, but with Mac there and no further reason to behave correctly, I rolled up on my side and smiled at him. “Come here.”

  Mac stopped dead. “Jason, I can’t.” He was panting now—the pheromones must have drifted over to him.

  “I want you to.” I pushed myself to sitting, my legs half crossed in front of me, cock stiff against my belly. I looked like the slut the regular wolves often called us, but for Mac, I could be that. “They’ll take me home, you know. They might wait out the month, or they might take me as soon as my heat is over. But if I mate here in Mercy Hills, I belong here.”

  “You—”

  “Abel doesn’t want me. He wants you to have me. I want you to have me.” I sat more normally, and pleaded, “I wouldn’t just go to anyone. I need someone I can trust.”

  “You hardly know me.”

  “Omegas don’t get a choice very often. Sometimes the first time we see someone is at a mating.”

  He crouched down in front of me, finally giving way under the pressure of the mating pull, and put a hand on my cheek, making me shudder with desire. “You deserve to be courted and showered with gifts.”

  “Court me after,” I said and raised my hand to cover his. “Mate me, Mac. Please. I want you.” And to my great embarrassment, I started to cry with the frustration of it all.

  He used his thumb to wipe the tears away from my cheek. “You’re sure you want this? Want me?”

  I nodded, bawling now.

  “Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck. I just can’t believe I’m this lucky.”

  That made me laugh for some bizarre reason, and I wiped my eyes and told him, “If you’d get your clothes off, you’d get luckier.” I wanted to rub myself against him, feel his weight on top of me, have him flip me over and claim me entirely.

  He choked out a laugh of his own and pulled me into a gentle, toe-curling kiss.

  My hands found his belt buckle and I let go of all my hard-earned control.

  Mac wasn’t far behind me in getting his clothes off him. He tore at his shirt, buttons flying in all directions. I laughed as I kissed him and listened to the plip plop of some of them landing in the pond. Then I had my hands on his skin and all intelligent thought fled. I wanted him, wanted him on me. With the two of us working on them, his jeans slid over his hips like they’d been greased. I lay back and pulled him down on top of me, my body rejoicing in finally achieving what it had waited so long for. I was hard and aching, and Mac’s wiggling as he kicked his shoes and then his jeans off rubbed his cock frantically against mine. I groaned encouragement and grabbed huge handfuls of his ass, the muscle rock solid and fluid beneath my fingers. Mine. The thought made me giggle and I squeezed again.

  “What’s so funny?” he whispered in my ear. His lips teased over the curve of cartilage beneath them, and I whimpered at the feelings it roused in me. “Well?” he asked.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I whispered back. “Before I die.” I pushed him away a few inches so he could see the mess I was, sweaty and panting and anxious for his possession.
“I’ve waited all my life for you.” And I kissed him and gave him everything I was.

  He growled, his wolf rising up to meet mine, and he picked me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he crawled over to a patch of softer grass, then laid me down and kissed his way down and back up my body. Before he was halfway done, I was begging and sobbing and it was such a relief to finally let go. I didn’t care what I sounded like, I just needed, and I wanted Mac, my Mac.

  Mac chuckled against my ribcage, tormenting me with a scrape of stubble followed by a soothing lick of his tongue. “I never thought Abel was stupid, but—” He laid himself on top of me again. “He’ll regret this in the morning.”

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled frantically, desperate to have him closer than skin to skin. “After, you’ll show me what you like, what would please you?” I laid anxious, begging kisses on his mouth.

  “You’re doing just fine.” And he smiled and melted my heart. I moaned and ran my hands over him, memorizing the swell of his shoulders, the dramatic swoop of his spine with its two strong ridges of muscle running alongside. The firm strength of his ass and the way he groaned when I spread my fingers wide and held him to me. His cock wept against my stomach, marking me as his, as if I wasn’t already. My own was quiet, hard as stone, and when he gathered us both up in his hand, I cried out and thrust frantically into his grip.

  “Now, Mac, please!” A sudden burst of fear chilled me. What if my jailers came back and found me gone? “Don’t wait.”

  He released me and knelt. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, but the rest of me was laid out in the moonlight for the pleasure of his gaze. “What do I do? I don’t need to bite you or anything, do I? Is it really that simple?”

  “It is.” I curled, like doing a sit-up, to wind my arms around his neck. “Any way you want. I trust you.”

  “Oh, sweet heaven.” He closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened again, they glowed with the power of an Alpha, and I wondered how it was that he wasn’t leading the pack. The moment ended abruptly when he swooped down on me again. His hips moved, dragging the head of his cock down the length of mine, and there was pressure behind my balls, and then farther back.

  I moaned and squirmed beneath him, beyond ready for him to take me.

  He paused. “I don’t have lube.”

  I nuzzled his neck and nipped along his collarbone, pleased with his sudden distraction. “It’s okay, I took care of it.”

  He laughed huskily. “I’m going to have to run hard to keep up with you.”

  That made me pause. “No.” I shook my head and looked him in the eye. “I want an alpha. I want someone to follow, to care for. I just don’t want you to put me somewhere and crush me to keep me there.”

  “Never,” he whispered, and then the pressure at my entrance increased. I felt the stretch as he pushed, and my body opened up and welcomed him. The part of me that was wolf bowed to his, and I gave him my submission as he took me for the first time.

  Mac slid into me, slowly, carefully, his eyes fixed on my face, watching every flicker of emotion that passed over it. I loved him for it, for the care he took, when my whole life I’d expected to be thrown down and used, like the possession I would be. But if I was Mac’s possession, I was one he valued, and as I watched the wonder grow on his face, I suspected that he was just as much mine as I was his.

  He seated himself completely and leaned down to kiss me.

  It was amazing, better than any of my wistful young omega fantasies. I felt him deep inside me, hard and warm, and my body seemed to flow around him. My rock, my anchor, and I suddenly understood what alpha and omega were to each other. He my warrior, and I his shelter.

  And, of course, he was hot as fuck and I was going to crow my triumph to every omega I met. I squeezed him with my legs, begging him wordlessly to move and ease my suffering. A building pleasure rode up my spine, sending sparking lines of excitement throughout my body. Mac began to move, thrusting gently, then with more vigor as I moaned and rocked beneath him. He braced himself with an elbow next to my head and put a commanding hand on my hip, controlling each and every movement I made, using me for his pleasure and mine.

  I’d never before wanted to be used, had fought actively against it, but I’d never dreamed of it being the way Mac used me. He move me just so, arranged my limbs how he wanted them, and then made me howl with joy for the love of it. Every stroke of his cock inside me sent growing waves of pleasure through my body, filling me up until it all coalesced into a blinding explosion. My body convulsed, I cried out and clung to Mac like a lifeline, holding tight so I didn’t fly apart in the moment.

  Mac’s movements sped up. As I came back to myself, the dull slapping thuds of his body impacting mine restarted my own arousal. He growled again, buried his head against my neck, and then I felt him swell inside me, so that we couldn’t be separated even if we wanted to. It pressed on places I didn’t know I had, pressed against my womb and ignited another fire within me, one that consumed me entirely while he gave me his seed, warm pulses deep inside, and I gloried in his pleasure.

  All the waiting had been worth it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  We made love twice more before the night ended. The second time was slower, less urgent, and Mac taught me a trick or two to please him. After, we talked about pups, how many he’d like, the shape of our new life. The moonlight had dimmed, but he was able to see the curving pink line of flesh that ran between my hips, the place where the baby would eventually greet the world. He stroked it in amazement and gentle fascination, and I told him what little I knew—we’d run away before I’d been taught the mechanics of it all.

  The third time was rough and wild and I met him half way in ferocity, until he picked me up and set me in front of him on hands and knees, taking what was his. I enjoyed it thoroughly, which kind of surprised me. It was what I’d always feared, but with Mac, it became something else entirely and I couldn’t wait to repeat the experience.

  Afterward, he held me, and we talked again, a more serious conversation, about my pack and our future and what we’d need to do to protect it.

  I laid a hand over my belly, feeling with the best of my power for some sign of life, even though I knew it was pointless. I wouldn’t know until my next heat failed to arrive, in about two weeks.

  “We should tell Abel right after we tell your father,” Mac said. His fingers drifted over my shoulder, soothing away the goosebumps the night air had raised.

  “What then?” Obviously, I hadn’t thought this out very well. Somewhere in the planning, I’d skipped straight from ‘sleep with Mac’ to ‘obviously pregnant’. Of course, I might be pregnant, but I had no way to prove that.

  “I think we’ll let him figure that out. This was his idea.”

  “I had something to do with it too.” He wasn’t leaving me entirely out of it.

  My head bounced on Mac’s chest as he chuckled. “You did.” The hand not currently drawing enticing circles on my shoulder skated down the side of my body, coming to rest on my thigh where it draped over his hips. “I’m glad you did. I might have waited, and lost out.”

  “Nuh-uh.” I kissed his chest, then laid my head back down over his heart again. “Mine.”

  “Yep.” He sighed, and I wondered if he was going to sleep on me. Then he took a deep breath and said, “It’ll be dawn soon.”

  Oh. “We have to go back?”

  “Yes, we have to go back.” The words could have been severe, but there was laughter in them as well. “Besides, you’re freezing. I have a spare shirt and pants back at the security post. We should go.” He sat up, which forced me to sit up as well.

  “I’m happy here. I could change again—I haven’t wolfed out much in a long time. It was fun.” Like scratching an itch. I’d had all my itches scratched tonight. I understood Mona Lisa’s smile now—I bet she’d had a good night too, before that picture was painted.

  Mac cupped my chin in
one hand and pulled me in for a kiss. “I was working last night. I’m sure the guys are wondering where I am. In fact,” he stood up and reached for his jeans. “I’m surprised they haven’t come looking for me.”

  I suspected I knew the reason for that. Maybe it was just as well to have witnesses to my deflowering. I snickered a little in juvenile humor at word, then sobered. Today was going to be a shitstorm of epic proportions.

  Mac held his hand out to help me up. I paused and waited to see if the omega thing would kick in and force me to take his hand. It didn’t, but what did happen was that Mac’s expression went from happy to worried. “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Just trying to figure something out.” I took his hand, because I really wanted to, and let him help me up. He led me over to his shirt and held it out so I could slip my arms into the sleeves. Most of the buttons were gone and I couldn’t help smiling as I fastened the two that were left.

  Mac stepped up behind me and ran his hands down my arms. “I’ll carry you so you don’t have to walk through the wet grass.”

  I stepped away from him, though my body didn’t want me to. “I’m omega, not weak.” A small spark of annoyance made my words sharper than I meant.

  He put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me before I could take another step. “That’s not what I meant. I have shoes, you don’t.”

  This was a poor start. I was a shittier omega than I’d realized. “Oh.” I turned around and hugged him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”

  “You’re worried.”

  Yeah, I was. Though that wasn’t it. “I promise I won’t take it out on you anymore.” I stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his chin, the human version of wolf submission. It felt right, and my body stirred at the thought of being his. All my omega fantasies made flesh—it was exhilarating and disturbing at the same time. I wondered what his fantasies, if he’d had any, had been like. Maybe, after we knew each other better, I would ask him. Right now, it was enough to know that his body warmed to mine, and that awareness was sweet on my tongue.