Off Limits Omega: An MM Mpreg Shifter Romance (Wolves of Mist Peak Book 1)

by Aspen Grey

“Or Jasper and I here will tear you and fat-ass into little pieces.” I turned my attention to Tony, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. “I already spared you once. You want to test my resolve again?”

  “Just give me back my omegas and we’ll let the rest of what you did slide,” Larcon said.

  “You’ll let me slide?” I laughed. “That’s rich!”

  “You came into our territory and took what was mine!” Larcon bellowed, his face contorted with rage.

  “YOU CAN’T OWN A PERSON!” I shouted back at him.

  Not unless they want you to.

  “And I’m going to tell you once again, Larcon,” I hissed. “If you don’t turn tail and get the Hell off our territory, you aren’t going to like the consequences.”

  Larcon’s eyes narrowed as he stared at me. His little threat hadn’t gone over well. Maybe if he’d brought his entire pack with him, he would have done a little better. But then again, he was probably expecting to run into Eric and not me. Eric would have returned the harem, but not me.

  Maybe you should be the pack leader.

  “Come on, Larcon,” I said. “You can find a bunch of omegas who actually want you, can’t you? Do you really want to start a war over this?”

  “I should have started the war already after the shit you’ve pulled, Alexander! But I let you slide. I’m not going to make that mistake again.”

  Larcon didn’t turn his back on me, but began to step back down the stairs. Tony moved quickly out of his way, a lot more quickly than a fat, disgusting slob like him should have been able to move, and when the two of them reached the driveway, they shifted and ran away into the woods.

  “What do you think he meant by that?” Jasper asked.

  “Not sure,” I replied. “But nothing good.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Blue

  I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Alexander standing at the foot of the bed with a tray in his hands and a beautiful smile on his face. He was wearing a pair of mesh shorts that hid nothing—and that was it.

  “Breakfast in bed?” he asked.

  “Are you an angel?” I asked, still groggy from my sleep.

  “Nope. Just an alpha who loves his mate.”

  I smiled, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up in bed. I was still naked from last night’s unbelievable romp through the sheets—well, on top of the sheets—and my hole felt like it had just had a workout. After all, it had.

  “I’ve got scrambled eggs with chives, bacon, avocado toast, orange juice and milk, and I can always get some water from downstairs,” Alexander explained like a waiter at a three-star restaurant. “Or we have cereal as well, and I can also make oats with strawberries if you’d like that.”

  “What you’ve made is fine,” I said with a smile. “It’s great, actually. Wonderful. I’ve never had breakfast in bed.”

  Alexander smiled and set the tray down over me. It had long legs that rested on the bed, which allowed me to sit up and basically have a small table in front of me.

  “It looks delicious,” I told him. “Perfect for a pre-school meal.”

  “Oh, there’s no school today,” Alexander chuckled as he pulled up an ottoman beside the bed next to me.

  “No?” I asked, stuffing my mouth with the most delicious scrambled eggs I’d ever tasted. I’d never had chives with eggs before, and it was awesome.

  “Your dad has come around,” he replied. “He’s accepted our relationship and was nice enough to call the school and let them know you won’t be coming in today.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” he smiled. “I’ve made…other plans.”

  “Yeah? What are they?”

  I squealed as the glider detached from the plane that had taken us airborne, and watched in awe as we began to soar above the woods, looking out at an incredible view of Sleepy Hills and Mist Peak, and miles in each direction.

  “Oh my God, Alexander!” I cried out as he banked us left to give me a better view of the peak. “It’s incredible!”

  “Pretty nice, right?” he laughed as I stared out the window of the cockpit that was nothing more than a glass dome that gave an unobstructed view in every direction except for straight down.

  Another larger plane had taken off with a long cord attached to us—a “tow plane,” it was called. It had taken us high into the sky, high enough that we would be able to glide for close to twenty minutes, then let us go. It was strange to think that we were flying in something without engines, and even stranger to think that Alexander actually owned the thing.

  I guess he really is a smart investor!

  “See down there?” he said into the headset. I leaned forward and followed his finger to a large white tower on the side of the mountain. “That’s the water tower for Sleepy Hills. Lots of punk kids like to go there and drink and get into trouble.”

  “Sounds about right!” I laughed.

  “Can you spot the house?” he asked, banking the glider slightly right. I looked out over the trees, trying to pick out the gray concrete and glass among the green. But all I saw were trees.

  “No,” I replied, feeling defeated. “Am I just blind?”

  Alexander laughed. “No, it can be hard when it’s your first time up. See the road there leading out of town?”

  He pointed again and I looked, finally spotting the train tracks and the main road.

  “Yes!”

  From there, I was quickly able to figure out the rest of the route. I traced it with my eyes, replaying the drive there in my mind, and finally spotted the house, its second story barely visible through the trees.

  “There it is!” I cried out happily, pointing.

  “Nice job,” Alexander laughed. But before I could get a good view, he threw the glider into a hard bank to the left that sent my stomach sloshing.

  “Whoa!” I cried out as he threw the glider into a dive, causing me to feel like I was going to fly out of my seat. He swooped down towards the airport where we’d taken off and set the glider down with such ease that he could have been a professional pilot.

  Is there anything he can’t do?

  The wheels touched down and we slowed to a stop a little way away from the tow plane that had taken us up. He opened the cockpit and helped me out onto the soft grass. It wasn’t a commercial airport, and there were only a few planes that used it, so it looked more like a long rectangular field of brilliant green grass than an ugly streak of tarmac.

  “That was amazing!” I told him, jumping up and down like a little kid. “Gosh, you must be like a bazillionaire or something!”

  Alexander laughed and threw an arm around me. “Not quite, but I’m working on it!”

  I smiled and leaned my head against his chest as he led me from the airfield to a small table that I hadn’t noticed before.

  Was that there earlier?

  It was surrounded by candles, and a gorgeous three-decker cake sat in the middle. The cake was white, adorned with scrumptious- looking bulbs of frosting and on the top—

  My heart almost stopped.

  A wedding cake!

  Shifters didn’t really do weddings like humans. Sometimes we had ceremonies, but usually we’d mark each other somehow—with teeth usually—or simply breed and that would be enough. But apparently Alexander had something else planned.

  “Alex—”

  My voice didn’t work as the rest of the pack, and even my father, emerged from the woods, all dressed in white and holding bouquets of violet flowers. My eyes instantly went blurry with tears.

  Alexander stepped in front of me and smiled. Then, he got down on one knee.

  “Oh!” I cried out, clamping my hands over my mouth.

  “Blue Mitchell,” he said. “You are the love of my life, my fated-mate, and the only omega I ever want to be with for the rest of my life. I know we usually don’t do this, but I’d like to give you this as a proof of my commitment to you.”

 
; From his pocket, he withdrew a ring—his mother’s ring that he’d been wearing since I met him. I hadn’t even realized it wasn’t on his finger today.

  “Alexander,” I stammered. “I can’t accept that! It’s your mother’s!”

  “And that’s why I want you to have it,” he said, taking my hand. “If she were here, she’d want me to give it to you. I can only hope that she’s watching, looking down on us and seeing this, because I know she would be smiling.”

  I glanced past Alexander and caught my father’s eye. I knew this probably wasn’t the easiest thing for him, but he was here to support me. He’d been hesitant, skeptical even, but he’d come around and that meant the world to me.

  The rest of the pack looked happy too. Clarice was practically bursting at the seams. I looked down at Alexander, his hand holding his mother’s ring, ready to place it on my finger.

  “Blue,” he said simply, “will you be my mate?”

  Tears burst from my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I nodded vigorously and Alexander slid the ring onto my ringer.

  “YES!”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Alexander

  Four months later…

  Blue was practically burning up beside me as I slid in and out of him. Spooning was our new favorite position since he became pregnant—that and wolf-style, or “doggy-style” as the humans called it. Missionary was pretty much out of the question, as his tummy was the size of a watermelon and I had to stay back on my knees and wouldn’t be able to kiss him. Also, we were both worried that he might “pop” if I put too much weight on him.

  “You’re so sexy, baby,” I whispered in his ear as I made passionate love to him with long, slow, deliberate strokes. It wasn’t that I didn’t love pounding him—because I did—it was just that since he’d become so obviously pregnant and the reality that he was going to be the father of my child set in, I felt more like “making love” than “fucking.”

  “You’re just saying that,” he whispered.

  “I’m not. I love your pregnant body.”

  “I’m so fat,” he replied. He was joking, but not really. He’d gotten substantially bigger, of course, and despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, he was still self-conscious about it.

  “You’re curvy,” I corrected him as I traced the line of his belly up to his swollen chest. I kissed his neck and whispered. “I like your pregnant body so much I might just knock you up again as soon as you’re back up and running again.”

  Blue burst out with a giggle and opened his mouth to say something, but I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I was close to coming and reached down and began to stroke his cock so we could orgasm together. We did almost every time we had sex and I loved that.

  “Mmmm! Mmmm!” he moaned against my mouth, his lips vibrating slightly against mine each time. I drove my cock deeper, worked his with my hand and felt the warm, incredible sensations in my cock rise to their breaking point. I had a massive load in my balls and I knew this was going to be a crazy orgasm. I stroked him faster and as I came, slid my tongue all the way into his mouth.

  “MMMMM!” he moaned as I shot my cum inside him. His cock exploded at the same time, coating my hand with his warm juices. His coming turned me on even more, enhancing my own orgasm like a shot of high-octane gasoline to an already warmed up, powerful car engine.

  Unable to contain himself, Blue broke his lips from my embrace and cried out.

  “I feel it! I feel it!”

  “Take it all,” I groaned. “Take all my cum, baby.”

  And he did. His ass clenched down on me, milking every last drop out of my cock and pulling it inside of him. I groaned and collapsed beside him, my hand gently stroking his sweaty brow and the side of his face. I brushed his damp hair away so I could see him and took a deep breath.

  “You know what? I think I like pregnant sex even more than regular sex.”

  “You’re lying,” Blue scoffed.

  “I’m not! Why would I lie?”

  “To butter me up,” he replied.

  “I don’t need to butter you up,” I joked as I slid my cock out of his tight hole. “You’re already pretty buttered as it is!”

  “Ew!” he laughed, slapping my shoulder.

  “Seriously though,” I continued. “I really do like pregnant sex with you and might keep you perpetually pregnant.”

  “Oh, I don’t have a say in this?” he asked as he turned onto his back so he could face me.

  “Not a bit,” I teased. “I am the alpha after all.”

  “Mmm,” he replied as he nuzzled against me. “So you’re just going to take me whenever you please and do what you want with me?”

  “That’s right,” I replied, continuing to tease him. I sniffed his incredible scent deep into my lungs and closed my eyes, relishing the moment. It was something I’d learned to do recently—to really focus on savoring what I was feeling, smelling, sensing. It just made everything more intense and created a warm feeling inside of me that grew and grew.

  “That’s fine with me,” Blue replied. He loved playing the omega to my alpha, being the submissive in the relationship with almost everything. Almost.

  He was in charge of the house, mostly our room, and he’d redecorated my room which he had described as “cold, like living in a really nice hotel,” and put up “splashes of color” in the form of a warm red abstract painting on one wall and a similar one in yellow on the other. He was right, it had really made the room a lot warmer and pleasant to be in.

  He’d also had me move the bed slightly to make room for a crib nook for when the baby came. We’d taken a day trip to Denver and picked out a beautiful white crib that Blue wanted to paint using stencils at some point. I couldn’t stop thinking about how my life was going to change when our little cub finally arrived.

  “Do you still think we’re going to have a boy?” I asked as I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

  “I know we are,” Blue replied as I washed my face and wet a washcloth down for him. I walked back to the bed and sat down beside him and began gently mopping the sweat from his face.

  “Yeah? How do you know that?”

  “A father knows these things.”

  “But I’m a father too,” I joked as I moved the washcloth down to his chest.

  “Yes, but I’m the father,” he smiled. “At least for now.”

  “Well, if we end up having a girl, I’m going to say I told you so!”

  “Well, we won’t!” he giggled.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Blue

  Alexander had gone to “the office,” aka the coffee shop where he liked to work so he could get out of the house, and I’d taken the opportunity to get some cleaning done. He’d told me not to because I was pregnant, but I just couldn’t help myself. I was in full-blown nesting mode and nothing could stop me.

  First, I vacuumed the bedroom. Some of Alexander’s fur had accumulated by the window to the balcony, as he’d developed a habit of taking night runs before bed. I loved it as he came home nice and sweaty before taking me into his arms and ravishing me.

  After that, I cleaned up the bathroom, used some wet paper towels to clean the sinks and the countertop and, with a little bit of OCD, rearranged everything so it was in its proper place—our two toothbrushes in their holder, right where they were supposed to be, the toothpaste beside it, Alexander’s beard trimmer on its charging stand in the corner, the soap in its holder (with all the water emptied out) and our two washcloths hanging from their racks.

  “There we go,” I said with a satisfied nod before heading downstairs where Clarice and Tyrese were seated on the couch. She was hunched over his leg, which was bleeding.

  “Oh, Blue!” Clarice said as she saw me come in. “Can you grab me some antiseptic from my room?”

  “Sure!” I said as I raced into her room and found a tube of the ointment. “What happened?”

  “Some kind of trap,” Tyrese muttered,
sounding ashamed. I handed Clarice the tube and, without being told, took the gauze from her and held it over Tyrese’s wound.

  “Trap?”

  He nodded. “I don’t know if it was a poacher or…”

  “Or what?” I asked, moving my hands so Clarice could apply the antiseptic. Tyrese didn’t flinch at all, but his leg jerked back slightly. His reply was a knowing look.

  “What? You think it was the Kurrens?”

  He shrugged but his answer was an affirmative.

  “But…we haven’t heard a thing from the Kurrens in so long,” I said. “They’ve kept the peace and so have we. Why would they suddenly start trouble out of nowhere?”

  “Why’s a bear shit in the woods?” Tyrese replied.

  “Hmmm,” I thought as Clarice and I bound his wound, which wasn’t that severe, thankfully. “That would be…really bad timing.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about that, Blue,” Clarice said, throwing a scolding eye in Tyrese’s direction. He simply frowned back. He had been hurt, and although Eric was still the only member of the pack who outwardly blamed me for the problems with the Kurrens, I still couldn’t help but feel self-conscious when their name, or the possibility of trouble with them, came up. After all, if I had never come to Sleepy Hills, none of this would have ever happened.

  “Yeah,” I replied. “You’re probably right.”

  “But you never know.” I turned to see Eric emerge from the kitchen, naked and sweaty like he’d just gotten back from a run. “Jasper and I were just on a little scout up the peak and we picked up some fresh scents. Tony’s and Larcon’s for sure, as well as another two betas’ I didn’t recognize.”

  My heart sank.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly,” he replied. He stepped into the room, followed by Jasper. I threw him a glance but he just nodded. Out of everyone in the pack that wasn’t Alexander, Jasper was the one I trusted—and liked—the most. “It looks like they still haven’t forgotten what we did to them.”