Alpha Liberation: A Bear Shifter Mpreg Romance (Feral Passions Book 1)

by Preston Walker

  He could go right now, he knew. He could run. He could save himself, to the extent that it was possible. He could save his son.

  But he knew he wasn't going to. He'd never been strong enough for that. And he certainly wasn't strong enough now.

  He watched as Jules lifted his leg up into to the air, like a dog about to take a piss. It hovered in air above Chris' neck, and a vicious instinct tore at his heart, begging him to look away. But he couldn't look away. A moment later, he was damn glad that he hadn't.

  A stunned gasp rose up from the crowd. Chris' body exploded beneath Jules, ripping back into his bear form despite an abundantly clear lack of energy. Jules tumbled back, and Chris caught him by the ankle with his teeth before he made it to the ground. He tossed him through the air, just as Jules had done to him moments ago.

  He slammed against the wall of the arena and hit the ground in a thick cloud of dust.

  Alexander couldn't believe his eyes. The audience, apparently, couldn't believe theirs either.

  Jules was picking himself up off the ground, struggling to his feet, but Chris tackled him. Slamming into him with all his weight he sank his teeth back into him, he lifted him up and rammed him into the wall, again and again, his movements so swift that Jules apparently didn't have the chance to transform and try to stop him.

  Alexander's heart thundered in his temples, and his eyes ached. He still couldn't totally process this, and he was certain at any moment that things might turn around. That Jules would work up his resolve. That he would lash back out at him and finish what he'd started. But he never did.

  Chris gave him another hard, angry slam against the wall, then sank his teeth into the bare, fleshy cylinder of his neck. It wasn't pretty to watch, even from this distance, as Jules' limbs jerked and twitched, the life flowing fast from his body.

  Alexander choked out a deep sob, though he didn't know why. He didn't think it was sympathy exactly. He just hated that things had to come to this, even as he secretly rejoiced at the death of his revolting fiancé.

  Chris continued to hold Jules pinned to the wall for moments on end, his blood visibly pouring down along its surface as the teeth sank deeper and deeper into him. At last, the twitching of his limbs stopped. Chris opened his mouth and stepped back. Jules fell limply to the ground, not a trace of life to be found in him.

  The crowd stood, gaping down, in complete, astonished silence.

  The remaining bear just stood there, panting, seeming to need to wind down from what he’d just accomplished. He trudged away from where Jules lay, over to the center of the arena. He craned his neck up and somehow managed to pinpoint the exact spot where Alexander was sitting.

  The omega felt his heart stop. His entire life up to now seemed to have led him to this very moment.

  Chris stared at him with those cool gray eyes, for as long as it seemed he possibly could. Then he collapsed. His belly flopped to the ground, and he looked like he might be dead. Then he shrank down, returning to his human form, and Alexander knew that he'd survived.

  His eyes still streamed with emotion, but the broadest of grins spread across his face.

  It was over. It was finally, truly over. And the rest of his life with Chris was only just beginning.

  Epilogue

  Alexander stood in the doorway. He watched with the warmest of smiles on his face, as the man he loved cradled their firstborn child against his chest. Holding him close to his chin, letting the innocent, little life cherish the heat of his beating heart.

  It stirred something deep inside him to watch. He reached down and placed his hands to his swollen belly, where a second child was already developing. Another blessing to cement the powerful connection shared by the two husbands, alpha and omega.

  Chris stood there in silence for some time, gently rocking young James until he drifted off to sleep. Alexander watched the two of them for a while, then he crept from the nursery and over into bed, waiting for his husband to return. He could feel the heat of his manhood sliding down along the leg of his underwear, turned on beyond what he might have imagined by Chris' paternal display of affection.

  God, how he loved that man. And how astonishing it was to think their paths might never have crossed, or that Alexander himself had come so close to sabotaging what he could only think of now as their shared destiny.

  Several months had passed since that fateful day when Chris had defeated Jules by the skin of his teeth and liberated Alexander and James from a lifetime of unhappiness. The alpha male had remained unconscious for three days solid after the fight, having suffered a number of broken bones and a rather scary concussion. He had finally awakened, however, and after a few weeks of treatment he'd made it back to full health, nearly as good as new.

  After that, there had been the question of the couple's fate. Alexander had feared that rather than seeing Jules' defeat as a sign of Chris' worthiness, the men of his sleuth would see it as a sign that he wasn't to be trusted. That any man who would come here and kill one of their own didn't deserve even to live, much less to join as part of the group. He was all too happy, then, to have been proven wrong on that front.

  It hadn't been any revolutionary change in his people's thinking that had allowed Chris to stay. There was no lessening of his fathers' bigotry against outsiders, or the sleuth's general thinking that group unity must be preserved at all cost. Changes along these lines would take a lot longer to be brought about.

  It was a reinforcement of these outdated notions that allowed Chris to remain as part of the group. It was reasoned that any alpha male capable of so thoroughly defeating their fiercest and most competent warrior must surely have more to offer them than the man they'd lost in the fight. Plus, with Jules gone, and the outsider's baby growing in Alexander's belly, it was conceded that the omega deserved to have a power who could help him rear the child once he was born.

  Not everyone had been happy about the decision. There was ill will, both toward Chris and toward Alexander himself, for such a tremendous breach of tradition and protocol. For a while, almost no one in the sleuth would speak to either of them, and the young couple was forced to live in virtual isolation from the rest of the group.

  They hadn't cared, though. All they needed was each other, a place to belong, and a bed to lay their head down at night. They quickly found that their initial impulses had been right—that the first spark between them hadn't been a fluke. It had ignited into a fire and spread fast once the two of them were reunited. The two of them were in love, purely and truly, and they wanted nothing in the world but to be with one another for the remainder of their days.

  Initially, Chris paid his way among the sleuth by working alongside Alexander in his day to day work: helping him make pickups and deliveries, lifting heavy objects when needed, and serving the basic functions of the sleuth's lowers members. Gradually the men around them grew used to the outsider's presence.

  After a while, Chris had proposed a new venture to Alexander's fathers, and the high family had approved the development of a construction business, with Chris in charge and Alexander working alongside him as a bookkeeper. It was nice, Alexander thought, having an actual position unique to himself. He felt instrumental in something, for the first time in his life. The more the business grew and took on more workers from among the sleuth, the more the trust was solidified between the young couple and the men around them.

  Now, the two men were as much a part of the community as they could ever have hoped. Alexander had never been happier in his life, for so many reasons. He had the funny feeling, whenever he looked into his alpha's eyes, that Chris felt very much the same way.

  Presently, as if on cue, Chris made his way from the nursery, closing the door very softly behind him. “Out like a light,” he said in a low, soft voice.

  He turned toward his omega, and Alexander fixed him with his darkest set of bedroom eyes, not even needing to say a word to him. He liked watching the corners of Chris' perfectly kissable lips pressing u
p into a smile.

  “I like that look,” said the alpha, striding toward the bed in his tight black underwear. Alexander could see the solid phallic outline of something stiffening against the fabric and tried not to let it take his breath away.

  “And what look is that?” Alexander asked coyly, his heart racing.

  “The one,” said Chris, climbing onto the mattress, “that led to that little bundle of joy, sleeping in the other room.” The bedsprings creaked beneath his weight, and Alexander could feel the heat of his body as it drew close, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. “And the same one,” he continued, and placed a hand on Alexander's pregnancy, “that put this other little miracle inside you.”

  Alexander flared his nostrils at him and shrugged his shoulders with playful innocence. “It seems like a lot of good things happen whenever I give you that look.”

  “It would seem that way,” said his alpha, and he was already making his full descent. Alexander shuddered at the burning warmth of his skin as he laid down on top of him, enveloping him in his almost naked body. Chris ran his outstretched palms along the trunk of his omega's body, sliding his hands up and down, and gripping Alexander's belly with especially soft care. His erection pushed hard into the omega's leg through his underwear, and it caused a spasm in Alexander's shorts. His spine arched up from the bed as he tried to control himself.

  They kissed passionately, ravenously, their lips sliding across one another like liquid. Chris' breath was hot and intense as it poured into Alexander's open mouth, intoxicating him, pressing beads of sweat out from his pores. Chris rubbed his muscular body up against him slowly, the black bear tattoos in the center of both men's chest sliding against each other with an intense eroticism.

  “I just love you so much,” Chris gasped into his lips. His voice was almost pleading, like he needed Alexander to know this was true, truer than anything in the world. Alexander knew, and he pressed his body closer into Chris' to let him know that he knew, too drunk and dependent on his kisses to muster up the words at that moment.

  Chris reached down between their warm bodies and pushed Alexander's underwear down around his thighs. His erection sprang out into the open, and Chris tightened his fingers around it, pushing the skin back and forth as precum dripped down onto his palm. Alexander shuddered with pleasure and buried his face in the crook of Chris' shoulder, biting down against the flesh as he strained against the sensations.

  He brought a palm to the side of Chris' face and gently pressed the tips of his fingers along the scars that decorated his cheek. They were the remnants of that long ago battle, the symbol of all he'd sacrificed for Alexander, and of everything Alexander loved about him. Then, with his free hand, he reached down between Chris' own legs, and pushed down his underwear as well. He slid his hard cock up against Alexander’s own, and the two of them savored the hot dance of their twin shafts as they continued to kiss up above.

  He pushed his fingers down and pulled them up around Chris' balls, squeezing lightly on him until he gasped in his ear. Alexander loved his gasps, how helpless he could sometimes make this mightiest of alphas with the gentlest stroke of his fingertips.

  It wasn't long at all before the two men were starving for one another, their hands insufficient to provide them with what they truly longed for. Chris' body began to melt down along his omega's along the course of the bed, twisting around, lowering his head.

  Chris' hands laced around Alexander's thighs, and he pulled his face forward into the omega's lap. Alexander held his breath with anticipation, and then felt the hot suction of pleasure as Chris' lips sucked around him, his solid cock gliding smoothly along his tongue. His lips twisted around him in a corkscrew motion, a throbbing pleasure erupting along the omega's shaft that tore a devastated moan from his mouth.

  Alexander leaned in and sucked Chris into his own mouth, needing something adequately large to stifle the noise of his cries. The thick girth slid down warmly into him, choking him pleasantly as it pushed down toward his chest, the alpha's tip finally touching down in his neck. He breathed in the scent of his alpha's musk, the effort of containing him bringing tears to his eyes.

  He felt completely at home in that moment. Completely as though he belonged right here, in this exact spot, in this exact position. Pleasuring and being pleasured by the man he adored.

  He pulled his mouth back and sucked on his alpha's cock, savoring the salty flesh, loving the intensity as the curved blade slid back out of his throat. He slid back all the way to Chris' tip, thinking he would love that hard pressure of his sealed mouth around his most sensitive area. Then Chris did the same thing to him, matching his movements on a slight delay, and it was all Alexander could do to keep from biting down on him as the tingling pleasure burned through him.

  It was abundantly clear which of the two men held the monopoly of power over the other. Alexander was only too happy to allow his many weaknesses to be exploited in this man's arms.

  The two of them tenderly sucked on one another, Alexander almost choking, Chris seeming to swallow him with an effortless ease, pushing Alexander just to his limit before easing him back down again.

  Alexander began to feel dizzy as the pleasure rose to its climax, the effort of sustaining himself in Chris' mouth becoming far more than he could bear. At last, just when he knew he couldn't stand it anymore, he felt the alpha slide his face all the way down into his crotch, burying his erection in his throat. He cried out as the suction overwhelmed him and surrendered at last to the pressure.

  His cock leapt and spasmed, the warmth of his orgasm pumping through him inside Chris' mouth. He felt the hot push of fluid through his shaft, the explosive release as it shot against the back of his alpha's throat. Severe bands of pleasure, rushing through him, spilling out into his alpha with unstoppable abundance. It spilled from Chris' mouth as it filled him and dripped slowly through his lips. Finally, he felt the last waves dissipating, his body aching as he twisted around, and let his spine fall back onto the bed.

  Chris held there for a moment with his face in Alexander's lap. He sucked back a couple of times as though wringing out every drop of his omega's fluids, and Alexander shook violently as the last of himself was squeezed out into his alpha's perfect lips.

  “God, that was incredible,” he gasped, his heart thudding hard in his chest, stars flashing before his eyes as he gazed up at the ceiling. Chris swallowed his load and lay gazing up at him, a slightly moist smile on his lips. Alexander knew from the look in his eyes exactly what this meant, and even though he'd just exhausted his own arousal, he already found he couldn't wait for it.

  The alpha gave his omega a moment to recuperate, graciously waiting until Alexander's breathing returned to its normal levels. Then, Alexander rolled from his spot on the bed, and allowed Chris to take his place. Chris laid out flat on his back, the hot blade of his cock lightly swaying through the air, simply waiting to be fallen on.

  Alexander spread his legs and climbed up onto him, straddling Chris’ body. He felt Chris' hands against the base of his spine, gently pressing him downward. His palms slid down from the small of Alexander's back to the flesh of his ass, fingers curling tight into his buttocks, subjecting him to his full and utter control. The omega allowed his body to be pressed down. Felt the sweltering contact of that hot, thick tip to the narrow opening of his ass. The tightness as he eased his way inside, stretching out the walls of his body.

  His eyes widened. He felt the familiar give, the pressing open, the loosening of muscles. The burning rush of his prostate as the tension gave way, and his body came sliding down. He cried out as he came all the way down onto the arc of Chris' erection, his ass landing hard against his open thighs with a wet, erotic slap.

  He suddenly felt so full. So stuffed to his absolute capacity. So brimming with pleasure. He let out a low, deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he settled onto his partner's body.

  “You fit me like a glove,” Chris whispered to him, sliding
his palms from his ass to the back of his thighs, his fingers tingling against his skin. Alexander couldn't have agreed more.

  Chris' hands slid back up again and pulled lightly against his buttocks. Alexander obediently pushed his ass together, drawing his body up again, pulling himself up along Chris' cock with a tight suction that he could tell was getting to him. Chris shivered, grunted, and displayed a loss of composure that rarely ever manifested itself.

  Alexander let his body drop and shifted his weight hard down against Chris' midriff. The alpha yelped out with pleasure. Alexander smiled.

  He began to dance. To sway. To lose himself in the rhythm as he rolled and undulated his body. Pulling Chris into him. Pushing him back out. Burying him in the warm friction of his body as he rode him, and loving the way he slid through his flesh, fitting him perfectly, their bodies corresponding to one another as though specifically made to be together.

  Chris groaned beneath him. The alpha’s muscles pulsed and trembled beneath his shifting thighs, giving Alexander a feeling of power that he managed to find nowhere else in the world. Chris' hands dug deeper and deeper into his omega's thin body, straining as though for dear life as Alexander rode him. Then, without warning, they slid around, gripping the pregnant belly, sliding the palms up and down along it as Alexander leapt and strained on top of him.

  Without meaning to, he let out a gasp of intense pleasure, a warm, unexpected wave of feeling flowing through him at the place where Chris' fingertips pressed against his flesh. Alexander was only too happy to offer the man beneath him his full and complete surrender.

  Alexander cried out. His fingers clutched at the damp sheets, as his thighs tightened and quivered around Chris’ recumbent body. His muscles grew weak, and the blossoming of sensation where man entered man had caused him to grow hard again, his erection throbbing and leaping as he rode like mad atop his alpha. At last, he couldn't take it anymore, and he could tell that Chris was right on the edge, ready to surrender to his urges the moment his omega did the same.