by Sky Winters
“I’m serious. I’m not losing everything for you,” Owen said when they pulled away from each other.
“Good,” Brock said, kissing him again.
Why did it feel so good to touch this man? Owen groaned as Brock’s hands roamed over him, and Brock grew hard instantly. It felt like they were moving fast, but also at the speed of molasses. Something about Owen had resonated with him from the moment he saw him, as if they had known each other their entire lives. But that was impossible.
“I’m not losing my job for you,” Owen said, pulling away to glare at Brock. Brock grinned and Owen’s glare faltered. “It’s important to me.”
“All right, all right. Just tell me when you have to be at work and I’ll drive you, okay?” Brock said, nuzzling Owen’s neck. Owen’s eyes closed as pleasure filled him and Brock grinned down at him, stroking Owen’s chest, down to his thighs, with his strong hands.
“I mean it,” Owen breathed, his head lolling to the side. Brock could feel Owen’s member swelling massively beneath the denim of his pants and he nodded seriously, even though Owen’s eyes were tightly closed and he couldn’t see him.
“It’s good to stand your ground,” Brock said. God knew the poor boy probably hadn’t been encouraged much to do so with an older brother like Drake bullying him around all the time. “As long as you’re not biting off more than you can chew.”
With that, Brock pushed Owen’s jeans down and they gathered about his ankles. Brock took Owen’s swollen member into his mouth and they both moaned as Brock’s lips caressed Owen sensually. Owen ran his hands through Brock’s thick black hair and thrusted gently into his mouth. Brock enjoyed the initiative and pushed his leather vest off, disconnecting from Owen’s cock briefly to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.
When his lips circled Owen again, Brock’s cock felt ready to burst. But he would hold back until it was time. Instead of tending to himself, he reached up under Owen’s shirt and let his hands roam over his chest, squeezing Owen’s nipples and gratifying himself with the feeling of the man’s lean muscles under his fingertips.
Brock ran his tongue along Owen’s thick shaft, desire flooding him with ever whimper escaping the man’s lips. He had never felt this way about anybody before. How had he found himself in this position? He bobbed his had fervently, until Owen’s legs buckled beneath him. Fortunately for them both, Brock was strong, and he was able to hold him up with one arm while he used the other to gently stroke the sensitive skin of Owen’s scrotum.
The sensation was too much for him and soon, a hot flood of liquid desire was flooding into Brock’s mouth. He pulled away quickly, gathering the rest of the burst in his palm and dropping his jeans to the ground. He whipped Owen around so that his chest was pinned against the wall and Owen braced himself as Brock plunged into him.
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Owen could feel his face flushing, hot and red, as Brock thrust his powerful body against his. Like magic, he found his body giving way to the man’s force and soon he was being filled, stuffed again and again by Brock’s expert thrusts. Even if he had done this a million times before, Brock’s ability to sense exactly what Owen wanted was uncanny, and for the first time that day, Owen gave in and enjoyed himself.
He was already hard again, despite just cumming hard in Brock’s mouth, and every new thrust filled him with a powerful longing for release. He could feel every inch of the mysterious man’s cock inside of him, and even the slightest of movements filled Owen with indescribable bliss. Brock knew just how to move, just how to touch him to make him feel like he was going to lose control.
He felt a little embarrassed about storming over to Brock’s house uninvited, but he had been so tired and so fed up with the day that it seemed the next logical step. Still, it seemed to have gone well despite his anger. Some part of him had secretly been craving just this all day long. Part of his anger, Owen realized, was that he couldn’t just lounge in bed with the man and enjoy the sensual pleasures of their bodies for the rest of eternity together.
Those kinds of thoughts were scary though, especially since he didn’t know how Brock really felt about him. He could have just been another conquest. But something in the powerful man’s eyes made Owen think otherwise. They were in this together, whatever this was. And it was time for him to enjoy it.
Tendrils of pleasure electrified his body every time Brock pushed himself inside of Owen. The bulbous end of Brock’s cock would gently prime him before forcefully entering, and it nearly brought Owen to tears. He had never experienced anything like it. His whole body was on fire, singing for more and more and more. And as if he could read Owen’s mind, Brock’s body gave him exactly what he wanted.
Brock showered hot kisses up and down Owen’s back, and Owen closed his eyes, relishing in the gentle gesture. He wished he could be in Brock’s arms forever and forget about trying to make his way in the world. Drake never had to work for anything. Because he was presumed to be the next alpha in line, everyone just gave him whatever they wanted hoping to gain his good favor. But it felt like Owen had to break his back to get even a fraction of what Drake was simply handed on a silver platter. It wasn’t fair.
But all of that melted away in Brock’s arms. His house was like a whole new world, where all of Owen’s strife felt far away and unimportant. It melted away and all that was left was pleasure. As if to solidify the point, Brock sank his teeth into Owen’s neck, bringing him right on the brink of orgasm. But Owen held out until he felt the man’s powerful body thrust with one final, decisive motion before an explosive orgasm rocked them both, nearly bringing Owen to his knees.
His body was filled with a jet of hot cum, and a deep moan escaped his lips as he joined Brock in his climax. They came together, backs arched in ecstasy as they writhed against each other, milking every last possible drop of pleasure possible from one another’s bodies. Finally, they dropped to the floor panting, and Owen felt a sudden pang in his abdomen.
Brock looked at him, his face a mixture of awe and tenderness.
“You’re pregnant,” he whispered.
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Brock couldn’t believe it. Not only did he not hate Owen’s guts, but he actually felt like he belonged with the man. And now, a sign from fate if there ever was one. He had gotten Owen pregnant. His brothers had been waiting for one of them to mate with an Omega and produce a pup, and now Brock had done it.
The scent of a pregnant Omega was unmistakable, and Owen’s abdomen had immediately begun to swell. He touched the small mound tenderly with trembling hands.
“I can’t believe this,” he whispered.
Owen stared down at his stomach, his eyes wide with horror.
“I can’t even support myself,” he stammered, staggering to his feet and touching his belly. “How am I supposed to take care of a pup?!”
“It’s going to be all right,” Brock said, standing up beside him. He embraced Owen, kissing him gently on the forehead. “I’ll help you. I’ll be there for you. Always.”
“What?”
Owen’s eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. “Are you sure you can commit to this? I mean…you’re a musician. You have a life outside of me.”
“I don’t want to,” Brock said, his dark eyes as serious as they had ever been. “There’s something about you…something right. I wasn’t sure at first, but now I know. It’s meant to be. We’re supposed to be together.”
“But…”
Owen sank against the wall and sat down beside Brock again. “It’s just so sudden.”
Brock grinned and gathered Owen up into his arms. “Does it really feel all that surprising to you?”
“Well, no,” Owen admitted. “There’s just something about you.”
“And there’s just something about you,” Brock said. “I feel like we’re supposed to end up like this. I don’t know why but this is our lives now. And I’ll do anything to protect you and our pup.”
Owen’s clear eyes bore into Broc
k’s.
“Then I need to know everything about you. I feel like we hardly know each other. I mean, we’ve spent the better part of these past couple of days thinking about each other and talking, but that’s not enough. I need to hear from you that you’re the person I feel you are. I know it’s not very…wolves move fast, I get that. We don’t need a lot of words. But I just want to know who you are.”
Brock shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to talking about himself, and he knew that if he was going to tell Owen everything, that meant about Jason and maybe even the reason why he had sought him out in the first place.
“The truth is that I haven’t really been myself since my brother died,” Brock began. He stood and helped Owen up. He strode into the bedroom quickly to get him a robe and wrapped a sheet around his waist. They sat down on the couch that way. It was going to be a long talk.
“I can imagine it was hard for you,” Owen said, his clear eyes empathic and sad.
“It wasn’t just hard. It isn’t. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. I would do anything to make this grief go away. But there’s nothing that will make it better…I realize that now.”
Owen sat quietly, mulling the words over.
“Maybe not, but time will make it easier to cope with it. Things will start to take on significance and you’ll see the world keeps moving. It’s your choice whether or not to move along with it.”
Brock nodded.
“Since I met you, I…”
“What?” Owen perked up.
“I want to move along. The past few months I was so in the dark, stuck in my own regrets. My anger…”
“Brock, I know it’s hard to lose someone so close to you but you can’t let yourself feel responsible. No matter what happened, sometimes there are just things beyond your control…”
“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice said from the doorway. Brock and Owen looked up sharply, startled to be jerked out of their conversation. “Like you.”
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Brock cringed. He had forgotten that he told Eddie to meet him at his house to talk over the specifics of the plan. A plan he no longer needed. No longer wanted anything to do with. All he wanted was to go back to the peace and comfort and intimacy of his conversation with Owen. He wanted the man’s strong but modest arms around him, comforting him, making him feel like he could move on when it was so clear that the world had stopped moving the second he found Jason.
“What do you mean, like me? Who are you? Brock…?”
Owen’s eyes were hurt and bewildered, and Brock groaned in frustration.
“Eddie, this is Owen. He’s –“
“I know who he is. He’s Drake McNeil’s brother. The one who got Jason killed.”
“Drake got…Oh!” Clarity dawned on Owen and his eyes widened. “That son of a bitch…”
“Don’t play it coy with us,” Eddie growled, his lips barely containing a snarl.
“Ed, don’t. I’ve changed my mind!”
“Changed your mind?” Owen asked turning to Brock. “What do you mean?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Eddie said, seconds away from a transformation. “Explain yourself before I lose control. I didn’t know seeing him like this would make me feel this way.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Brock murmured. “I’m calling the whole thing off. The plan. Forget it, Ed. Just go home.”
“Plan?” Owen was standing up now, pain and anger contorting the features of his handsome face. “What plan, Brock?”
“Owen just…sit please. We’ll talk about it when Ed goes.”
“Fuck off, Brock. I knew you were all talk. Too soft to go through with anything real.”
Eddie finally couldn’t hold back his anger any longer and completed his transformation into a wolf. He lunged at Owen and Brock jumped in front of the boy, pushing him out of the way and grabbing Owen by the paws.
“Out of here, Eddie!” he hollered.
Eddie growled fiercely, but it was clear that Brock was going to protect Owen. A fight of two against one wasn’t particularly favorable, so Eddie reluctantly backed off and ran out the door.
“What plan, Brock?” Owen yelled. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that he had nearly gotten mauled by Brock’s brother. “Tell me what he was talking about?”
“I…ugh, sit down, would you?”
“No! Just tell me what’s going on!”
Brock ran his hand through his hair and cringed. “This isn’t what I wanted…”
“Well what did you want?” Owen demanded, fixing a deathly glare on him. “What exactly were you hoping to get out of this? What plan did you have to call off to keep your brother from killing me, huh?”
“You have to understand…I didn’t know you were such a good person…”
“So?!” Owen was getting hysterical and Brock searched his mind helplessly for a way to diffuse the situation, but no ideas were forthcoming.
“I…I wanted to get back at Drake. You know. For getting Jason hooked on heroin. I thought I would do the same thing back to him…reach him…”
“Through me…”
Realization had dawned on Owen’s face and he looked at Brock as if in a daze. It made Brock feel like the biggest piece of shit ever to walk the earth. Even worse than Drake.
“You were using me. This whole time you were just trying to get close to me so you could get back at my brother. How could you do that to me, Brock?”
“I didn’t know I’d like you so much!” Brock said, stepping toward Owen as he stumbled toward the door. “I thought you would be just like him!”
“Well that makes it all right,” Owen said, his voice a deathly quiet but shaking. “I knew there was a possibility this meant nothing to you, but I had no idea it could be anything like this.”
“It’s not! Just listen!”
“No,” Owen said, whipping around to stare Brock in the eye. “You listen! You think you can just play with people? You think your brother dying is an excuse to try to play puppet master and treat the world like your chessboard? Well it’s not, Brock. And now you’re not just fucking with my life. You’re fucking with both of us.”
Owen looked down at his abdomen and held his hand over it, as if to protect it from Brock.
“Owen, I –“
“You know, I think I just put my finger on why you can’t stand Drake so much. What it is that drives you to this sick obsession with my brother. It’s because you’re exactly like him. Neither of you care about how you treat people. You just want what you want when you want it, and if you don’t get it, you will fuck over whoever is in your way to get it.”
Owen whipped back around and headed out the door, throwing Brock’s robe back inside and immediately shifting into his wolf form.
“Owen, don’t. I’m sorry!”
But it was too late. Owen was gone.
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Owen ran as quickly as he could without feeling the pain of his abdomen, but unfortunately the pregnancy was already affecting him. When a shifter got pregnant, things moved quickly, and he already felt pretty far along. He needed to be alone, but he was scared. He had never thought he might carry the pups of an Alpha before, and now that he was, all he wanted to do was be around other shifters who might know more about being a parent than he did.
He wished his mother was still alive, and had a strong and sudden urge to see her. Before he could stop himself, Owen was heading back toward the family homestead, hoping against hope that maybe his brothers weren’t going to be there.
The whole way there, he could feel nothing but hurt and anger. Brock had betrayed him. Whether he ended up liking Owen sincerely or not, the fact was that their relationship had turned out to be a lie. He didn’t know where the lies ended and the real feelings began, if there even were any real feelings and it wasn’t all part of a much greater plan for vengeance. He thought he was really getting somewhere with Brock. How could he allow him to feel so betrayed?
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p; But why should he be surprised? Everything was hard for Owen. He had to work day and night for his independence, so it made sense that for love he would have to work that much harder. Yes, he had been stupid enough to feel optimistic about his relationship with Brock. Like maybe meeting him had been meant to be. Maybe they would be good for each other in the long run. Owen could balance out Brock’s freewheeling ways and Brock could help Owen to relax and learn how to enjoy life rather than fear losing control of it.
But those were all just fantasies made up by a little boy who was blinded to the devils who tempted him. A naïve, stupid child who would never find love. A man who would always be the butt of the joke, the victim of bullies who needlessly tormented him. He’d had enough. He would take this child and raise it to be the kind of bully his brother was. At least that way he wouldn’t suffer as much as Owen did. Isn’t that what parents wanted for their children? A life without suffering? If his child was a bully, it would take after at least one of its fathers, and ultimately it would allow the kid to have an easygoing life without troubles.
“Owen, what are you doing here?”
Owen hadn’t even realized that he’d arrived at the family homestead until his brother Kirk’s voice reached him. He was sitting at his mother’s grave, still in is wolf form. He refused to budge, until Kirk stood in front of him. It was odd to see his brother looking so worried about him. Normally, showing any of his vulnerabilities meant he was about to get his ass handed to him one way or another.
“Owen?”
Owen shifted into his human form and looked his brother in the eyes. He was tired. And more than that, he was in pain.
Kirk’s eyes widened when he saw Owen’s stomach.
“Shit,” he breathed. “What happened to you, little buddy?”
Owen gritted his teeth. It was always bizarre to hear his brothers speak kindly about him or show any sign of caring. But Kirk and Alan were more likely to slip up than Drake was. Drake was all business. He only cared about himself and making sure their family’s reputation preceded them wherever they went. For better or for worse.
“What does it look like.”