by Emma Knox
I bet he spent hours at the gym sculpting that rock hard, chiseled body of his. He had muscles everywhere. I wasn’t threatened by it, because of course, I was also ripped with bulging muscles flanking my entire body.
I was cut everywhere, but it was expected of me because I was an Alpha. It was already in my blood, wired in my DNA to be athletic.
Kyle was slightly smaller and shorter than I was, and I felt like I could protect him even though he was sexy and muscular.
I ran a hand over his abdominal muscles and admired how they rippled under my touch.
Kyle groaned out and squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the way my fingertips grazed in a tantalizing way over his skin.
He prickled with savory chill bumps, driving me wild. My senses were piqued, and as the seed dripped from my hard cock tip, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to fill Kyle with my cum.
“You are so hot,” I breathed into his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.
He kept moaning in response. His breath was rushed, quickened just like mine as he fumbled with shaky hands to rake his fingers across my back.
I grabbed his hips and yanked him to all fours. The wild animal inside of me was threatening to unleash on him, pregnant or not. I didn’t know if I would be able to control my primal urges when it came to fucking the brains out of my target Omega.
The intense attraction and sexual chemistry was dense in the air. It smelled like sex and sweat already, and I hadn’t even entered him yet.
I pushed his ass into the air and exposed his wildly glistening asshole that pulsed, ripe, wet and ready for my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned and grabbed my cock. “You are so fucking wet. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I guess even a pregnant Omega can drip with burning desire,” Kyle moaned, taking a deep breath and arched his back.
“You are going to get it, naughty boy,” I threatened.
My eyes beelined on his asshole, so sweet, engorged and throbbing. He was ready for me, and it coaxed me on, gave me the fuel I needed to enter him with forceful enthusiasm.
I wanted to tease him a little first, to make him moan with crazy desire. I wanted to take my time with him because I needed him to cry out and beg me to fuck him.
I wanted him to be so wet and ready that he would plead for mercy just to get fucked hard.
I swirled the tip of my cock around on the outer rim of his asshole. Kyle groaned in response, exactly what I was looking for.
“Do you like that?” I groaned.
“Yes,” Kyle whined. “Please, go inside of me now.”
“I’m having my way with you, sexy boy,” I said. “You are mine, and will do what I say,” I demanded.
Kyle whimpered with delight as my cock tip throbbed and pulsed on his asshole, continuing to drive him wild with teasing, taunting desire.
My seed was further saturating his asshole and it was becoming extra slippery. I knew it was time to enter him.
Kyle cried out with an amazingly profound gasp as I pushed inside of him with a grunt. I gripped the side of his hips and forced my way into that tight space with a delicious squeeze.
I groaned as I began pumping in and out. Kyle was so wet he was pooling a wet spot all over the carpet, making a lake around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned with delight. “You are so wet. It feels so good.”
Kyle moaned beneath me, trembling as he allowed the pleasure and my cock to seduce him with a love song.
We rocked back and forth, our bodies dancing in unison to the tune of wild, crazy and juicy sex.
Kyle began to scream and wail with pleasure, giving me a new surge of adrenaline. I hoped the entire building surrounding us could hear his cries of pleasure as I ground against his ass, holding onto his hips for dear life.
I took one hand and began fondling Kyle’s balls as my own balls slapped against the back of his ass, making a sexy slapping sound that made me tingle.
I knew I was going to cum soon, but I had to get Kyle off first. I began to pump my fist up and down his hard shaft as pre-cum dripped and oozed out of his own cock tip.
“This feels amazing,” Kyle panted, edging his way closer to climax.
Kyle was a perfect lover. He had a slender build and a muscular physique. He was small enough though that I could wrestle with him and toss him around at will.
During his pregnancy, I had to be careful though. It would never be my intention to harm him or my unborn child.
I couldn’t wait to see my baby, and I hoped he looked exactly like Kyle. I loved Kyle’s blond hair. It was perfect and golden, just like the sun I missed when it was the winter months here in Alaska.
Kyle was the radiant glow of the sunlight and the breath of fresh air I craved, but didn’t even realize I needed until he walked into my life.
He was really wound up now, just like me. I grabbed his back, tugging on him and ran a hand through his wild and messy hair on top of his head.
I yanked on it, pulling with sexual aggression and Kyle groaned with delight in response.
I pulled his ass cheeks apart, wanting to watch with relishing enjoyment and satisfaction as my cock pushed in and out of his tight little asshole.
He was still soaking wet, throbbing and swollen for me. I took pleasure in knowing I was the cause of all this passion between us and the wetter he became, the harder I drove my pulsing cock inside of him.
I couldn’t wait to explode inside of him, but I wanted the orgasm to build, rise and climb from the center of my belly.
It was one of my trademarks. I loved to hold onto the orgasm, so once the climax finally came it would rock my world and his and send me into a blissful state of euphoria.
I took my hand and placed it back on Kyle’s cock. I didn’t want to accidentally cum before him and I knew I was skating closer, teetering on the edge of no return.
I pumped in and out of his asshole and worked my magic on his cock. Kyle was getting it from all angles as I mounted on top of him with mighty force and pumped my fist up and down on his throbbing cock. He was shaking, and his muscles were tensing up. He poked his ass out even further than before, and I knew he was close to orgasm.
“How does it feel?” I groaned.
Kyle just nodded and panted. He was beyond the self-controlling ability to respond with words, but his verbal cries of ecstasy spoke volumes for the world of pleasure he was experiencing from my hand and cock.
I pumped up and down on him as he cried out with pleasure. “I’m going to come,” he exclaimed, professed and proclaimed for the world to hear.
It made me thrust even harder inside of him. I wanted the sensation to tear him apart from end to end.
I held my own climax as Kyle emptied the contents of his cock all over the carpet beneath him.
He sprayed out his hot load for what felt like an eternity. He had a lot to give me, and I had a lot to give him in return.
Kyle came with everything he had to offer as his warm cum spilled out onto the floor below us.
I wasn’t finished with him yet. It was my turn next, and I wanted to make sure I came bucket loads into his tight little asshole.
That’s when it happened.
It must have been the erotic moment, because it was intense. I groaned out, blinded by ecstasy. The rhythm of sex consumed me, and I was consumed by the bliss surrounding me.
Heat flushed my cheeks and a burning desire roared through my impulsive, jerky movements like a freight train.
It happened in an instant. I didn’t know how to stop it, was powerless against the beastly nature.
Before I could control a response, my mouth opened and salivated, then I leaned down and clamped my jaw around Kyle’s shoulder blade in his back.
I knew I had bit him after I heard him cry out in pain. I was exploding inside of him as I bit him.
The cum was everywhere. My load had built up for several weeks and poured into Kyle’s asshole with unrelenting fury.
I was driven
mad with desire. Kyle whimpered and collapsed beneath me as I panted, gasping for breath over him.
“You bit me!” he wailed.
The mark was there, plain as day. “Fuck,” I breathed out, naked and sweaty. My hands instinctively and protectively reached out to touch Kyle in the wounded spot.
“It will be okay,” I told him, gently grazing the mark. “This is a good thing.”
Kyle looked up at me confused and in visible pain. I kissed his lips and soothingly stroked his hair.
“This couldn’t be more perfect.”
“I know what this means,” Kyle said as his expression softened once he realized what had just happened. “We are soul bonded now.”
I nodded and grinned wildly from ear to ear. “Yes, my gorgeous Omega. We are soul bonded for life. I am yours, and you are mine.”
I touched the bite mark. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long before it heals. I will take care of you forever.”
Kyle melted into my arms and allowed himself to go limp with trust and love. “I’m glad you bit me,” he confessed. “I wanted to be yours forever, and now there’s no question of it.”
I squeezed him tightly to my naked chest, still climbing down from my violent explosion of a climax. “Me too,” I whispered in his ear. “We will soon have our own pack and will get to spend an eternity in each other’s arms.”
Chapter 10
Kyle
I must have fallen asleep sometime after sex, cradled in Riley’s arms because when I woke up again, it was still pitch black outside.
I was still cuddling under the warmth of Riley’s embrace. He was spooning me as we laid on our sides together. The only difference was, we were now in the lap of luxury and comfort in my recently purchased king sized bed.
It had been an epic nightmare trying to squeeze a mattress of that size into the tight quarters of my loft, but I wanted to make sure that any Alpha that came to my house might want to stay on account of my amazing bed and would think of it as a golden ticket into blissful sex.
So far, it had worked with Riley because even as he slept, I felt his giant cock poking me in the back.
I grinned, wondering if he was dreaming about me and our baby, or me naked. The thought sent shivers of delight up my spine. I glanced over at the digital clock on my bedside table.
The red numbers cast a small rosy colored glow across the bed, but it wasn’t a vibrant enough visual to disrupt our sleep to any degree.
I sighed contentedly and shifted my weight only slightly because I didn’t want to rouse Riley from his delicate slumber.
I burrowed further into his grasp, pushing my ass into him as his cock poked and protruded through the sheets to tap me on the back.
He didn’t awaken, remaining peacefully serene in his dreamlike state of mind. I couldn’t see him in the position we were laying, but I pictured the features on his face with vivid enhancement, getting turned on just by thinking about his dark eyes gazing through me, burning a hole into my soul.
Riley had an astounding effect on me. We were soul bonded now. That meant I would never have to be alone, ever again.
Riley and I would be together forever and the idea of that made my heart do somersaults inside my chest.
My belly flipped with desire and craving. I laid as silent and still as a mouse, quietly relishing in the pulsing sensation of Riley’s beating heart that vibrated against my back.
Soon, we would become parents to our own shifting pup. The idea thrilled me. I couldn’t wait to be a dad, and I knew that Riley would be an incredible father as well.
He had confessed his true intentions to me already. He had wanted a family for a while now, to learn what it was like to have a pack of his own.
I reached up to feel the mark of his teeth on my skin, just above my shoulder blades. The mark was a signature touch, proof that I would be his forever and we would be bound for eternity.
In the back of my mind, I still worried about the fact that my pack was still blissfully unaware of both the soul bonding that happened between me and Riley and the fact that I was pregnant, carrying his love child.
I glanced out the window of my bedroom. The blinds were partially pulled up and I could see the fresh coating of white snow that cloaked the world in a powder of white, winter wonderland.
Winter seemed to last an eternity in Alaska, and I always looked forward to springtime when the world would thaw and bring a bright new outlook on the warmer horizon. I didn’t necessarily enjoy the bleakness of neutral colors that winter brought. I always longed for the grey skies and the white ground to fade and melt into blue skies and green grass.
Now, it didn’t matter to me anymore. I was elated, in love and ready to start my life with Riley. I wanted to slow down time and make it last forever instead of trying to wish my life away.
I rubbed my belly that was not quite swollen enough in the pregnancy to obviously reveal a bump that concealed a baby inside of it.
I smiled, content to wonder what it would be like once my stomach popped out. I dreamed of a time that Riley and I could lay on the couch together, our hands on my watermelon of a pregnant baby while we giggled over the fits of kicks I was sure to receive and feel on both the inside and outside.
I grimaced internally when I felt the tug on my bladder a few minutes later. The sensation to urinate was becoming a nuisance and a frequent occurrence now that I was knocked up.
I laid there under the safety wing of Riley, trying to will myself to make the uncomfortable feeling in my bladder subside, but it only got stronger by the minute.
I knew I was going to have to get up and pee, there was no way around it. I’d never fall back asleep if I didn’t, and the clock read that it was only 3:30 in the morning. I needed a few more hours of sleep to be functional the next day.
Crawling out from under Riley’s arms, I used every muscle in my body to roll from the bed as quietly as I could.
Once I was finally out of the bed and standing on the floor beside him, I breathed a sigh of relief. Riley was apparently a heavy sleeper. He snorted and yawned, merely rolling over on his other side in response.
I walked over to the bathroom and winced as the bright lights hit my corneas. I had to stand there and give my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light before heading over to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder.
After I was finished, I shuffled my way back to my bed, fully expecting my stride to turn into a waddle before this pregnancy was over with.
I was so tired, that after crawling back into bed, my body sagged into the pillows and I drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.
When I next peeled open my eyes, I groaned. I had a throbbing headache and waves of nausea were flipping my stomach as if they were dancing in an unruly sea.
“Shit,” I said and held onto my head.
“What is it?” Riley had been displaying a ruggedly handsome smile, but as soon as he saw my condition, his face fell to instant concern.
My vision blurred, and I broke out in a cold sweat. “I think I’m…going to be sick,” I stammered.
I ran to the bathroom as fast as my legs would carry me, but they felt sluggish and jelly-like.
I slammed the door shut and raced to the toilet. I held onto the sides and heaved up the contents of my stomach from the night before. I was retching and coughing, mortified for what Riley must be thinking on the other side of the bathroom door.
After I was finished, I flushed the vomit and shakily drew up from my knees. I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face, feeling instantly better, but I didn’t know how long it would last.
I knew this was coming and had been expecting the hell of hormones rushing through my body to wreak their havoc as soon as I had first found out about the pregnancy.
I leaned against the marble sink and tried to catch my breath.
“Are you okay in there, Kyle?” Riley’s voice sounded full of panic.
“I’m fine,” I croaked, trying to ward him
off for a few more seconds. “Be right out.”
I took a deep breath and patted my mouth dry on a hand towel, then I made sure to rinse my sour mouth out with mouth wash.
I composed myself and splashed on a smile that I thought might be convincing to Riley, then I threw open the door and burst from the bathroom with potentially over the top enthusiasm.
To my chagrin, Riley wasn’t buying my façade.
“Holy shit,” he said, and he turned white upon laying eyes on me. “You look terrible, Kyle.”
I chuckled. “I’m okay, really.” I tried to reassure him and patted his back as we got dressed. “It’s normal.”
“What’s normal?”
My Alpha bonded partner looked positively freaked out.
“The hormones,” I explained. “They are making me a little sick. It’s common for Omegas to experience this type of discomfort in early pregnancy.”
“Oh,” Riley said and I noticed a slight sense of relief flush his facial expression.
“Come on.” I grinned at him. “I’ll make you breakfast.” I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince more of the fact that I felt fine…myself or Riley. In reality, I could feel the edge of nausea creeping back up, rising to my belly once again.
“Sounds great.” Riley pepped back up to his usual, unperturbed self. “I’m starving from all that fucking we did last night.”
Riley cast me a sexy wink and I blushed under his handsome, brooding stare. “I know what you mean,” I whispered softly even though I wasn’t feeling the slightest bit seductive or sultry at the moment.
We walked hand in hand to the kitchen. I grabbed the eggs out of the fridge along with the bacon slices and some bread from the pantry for toast.
“Maybe it will make me feel better to eat something,” I mentioned curiously.
“I hope so,” Riley said with a tone of apprehension and concern. His eyes mirrored the worry in his voice, but I assured him the baby and I would be just fine.