by Aria Grace
But each day, I’m getting a little bit stronger. I’ll go to the doctor again in a few days to get a checkup on my progress, but until then, it’s constant bedrest and absolutely no strenuous activity. But that’s a small price to pay for the two beautiful souls that my two alphas and I brought into this world.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep when I wake up thirsty and needing to pee badly. I’m careful as I shift to the edge of the bed and then push myself up using the headboard as a brace. Once I’m up, it’s not horrible to walk around, but getting to a standing position is a bit challenging since every move seems to make my insides hurt.
After placing my feet on the floor and hoisting myself out of bed, I maintain my grip on the bedframe for a moment longer, allowing my legs to become steady. Once I’m sure I won’t topple over, I walk to the door and open it. The hallway is lit by a lamp on a table a little way down, so I know it must be dark outside. I stop at the bathroom, grateful I can pee standing up and don’t have to sit and then make the painful attempt at standing up again.
When I step back into the hallway, I hear delightful cooing sounds that make me smile. It sounds like it’s coming from the den, so I walk quietly to the archway where Gunnar and Collin are holding Levi and Lexi. They’re sitting side by side, each of them holding a bundled-up baby. When Collin leans over and kisses Lexi’s forehead before resting his own head against Gunnar’s shoulder, my heart melts.
I don’t know how I became so lucky to have not one but two wonderful men in my life, but I’m certainly blessed to have them. I shift my weight against the doorframe, causing the floor to squeak slightly.
Gunnar turns my way and his eyes light up. “Hey, baby. What are you doing up?”
“Had to make a bathroom run.”
Collin’s eyebrows furrow. “You should have called us. We could have helped you.”
“I’m not completely helpless,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
Collin stands and walks over to one of the bassinettes and lays Lexi down. “We should get you back to bed. Let me help you.”
“I want to see them for a little bit. Please…”
Collin kisses her cheek and Gunnar steps over to join him, laying Levi down next to his sister. I walk quietly over to them, trying not to wake up our sleeping angels. Because even though I’d love to play with them tonight, I know Collin and Gunnar need their rest. If I keep the babies up and mess with their schedules, I’d be doing more harm than good.
So, I simply stare at the two bundles of joy sleeping in front of me. Their matching blue and pink blankets were a gift from their uncle Seth. My brother has never been more proud than when he found out he had not just a niece but a nephew too.
Even when they’re just sleeping, I could watch them for hours. Their tiny hands find each other and they clasp on to one another, proving to me that the bond they formed is just like mine and Seth’s.
These two will be strong together.
My body doesn’t allow me to stare at them forever though. I feel achy as I continue to stand. That’s when the tug of two strong arms pulls me off my feet. I wrap my arms around Gunnar’s neck as he and Collin walk me back to the bedroom.
“I’m going to stay with you tonight, my love.” Gunnar’s voice soothes me, reminding me that I’m protected and safe with them. They’ve been taking turns alternating nights with me and the babies, which has to be exhausting.
But neither of my alphas ever complains, and they truly look happy to be taking care of our family.
Gunnar sets me in the bed before Collin comes in to tuck the blanket around me and give me a kiss goodnight. “Get some more rest, Sean. I’ll see you in the morning.” His second kiss lands on my forehead. He brushes back my hair gently then moves over to Gunnar giving him a passionate kiss.
“That’s so hot,” I say, smirking at my two alphas.
“Oh, really?” Gunnar asks, a twinkle in his eye. He moves in to Collin again, taking his lips. My cock begins hardening and my channel becomes slick as the two of them make out just inches away from me.
Collin pulls back. “We should probably wait until Sean can join in.”
“Oh no, I’m fine watching the hot action in front of me…” I smile coyly, knowing this is the only action I’ll get for the foreseeable future, so if I can get it by watching my hot alphas go at it, I’ll take it.
“You heard him,” Gunnar says, tugging at the hem of Collin’s shirt and forcing him to remove it.
Collin’s thick chest has me completely hard. I watch closely as Gunnar moves his lips across Collin’s jaw, down his neck, and across his chest to one of his nipples. Gunnar licks and sucks at Collin’s nipple, pulling whimpers out of him that have my own nipples starting to leak.
Gunnar breaks away for a moment to remove his own shirt, and the sight of my two men has my juices flowing, literally. We’ll definitely have to change the sheets after the show they’re putting on for me. The images in front of me are completely erotic, and although I’m not a part of the main action, the looks both men give me as they make love to each other sends chills up and down my spine.
Collin is the first to get on his knees. He pulls at Gunnar’s shorts, tugging them away from his body and releasing Gunnar’s huge cock. He’s hard and ready for Collin’s mouth to completely envelop his shaft.
And Collin does just that.
He swallows Gunnar’s cock, causing Gunnar to gasp. Then Gunnar grasps Collin’s hair and forces Collin to suck him faster and deeper. The glazed look in Collin’s eyes and the glistening tip of his cock are proof that Collin loves it. Gunnar only gives him a few short seconds of air before forcing the man back onto his shaft and holding him there until he gags. When Collin pulls back, he gasps in a breath, completely exhilarated by the commanding action Gunnar takes.
But the roles soon shift as Collin stands up and pushes Gunnar to the ground. Gunnar swallows his cock like a champ, sucking and slurping up Collin’s long, thick shaft. He pushes his face straight toward Collin, burying his nose in Collin’s pubes. Gunnar doesn’t even need Collin to force him onto his cock as he takes Collin into his mouth eagerly.
Just when I think things can’t get any hotter, Gunnar stands and pushes Collin forward onto the bed. Collin lands between my legs, his head lined up with my cock, which is still buried under the blanket.
Collin grunts as Gunnar pushes his way into Collin’s hole. He uses the remaining slick from their blowjobs to provide the lubrication he needs to fuck the alpha in front of me.
Collin’s gaze is locked on mine so I can experience each thrust that Gunnar makes. Collin’s face is a mixture of pain and pleasure…and love. While I’ve always heard that alphas only ever top, I love that my men enjoy giving and receiving each other’s seed as much as I do.
Gunnar continues to push past Collin’s tight ring of muscle. “Fuck, babe. You’re so tight.”
Collin grunts again from the pressure of Gunnar’s thick cock. “You know you’re taking mine when you’re through… So you better be ready.”
Gunnar pulls out immediately, flipping spots with Collin and placing himself between my legs. He looks at me and winks as Collin lines up his cock with Gunnar’s hole. Collin spits down onto Gunnar’s ass, lubing him up before plunging deep inside. My men are rough with each other, making me wish I could take both of them inside me right now. Pure, masculine alpha pheromones fill the room and become stronger as Collin and Gunnar both work toward their climaxes.
The second Collin’s thick shaft hits Gunnar’s spot the right way, Gunnar screams out as he strokes his cock and spills his seed all over the bed. Gunnar’s explosion causes his ass to tighten around Collin’s dick, sucking him in. Collin moans loudly as he begins riding his own orgasmic wave.
That’s when the pleasure from watching my alphas becomes too much for my body and I feel a release inside of me. I’m grateful it doesn’t hurt as I toss aside the blanket in time to see come erupt from my slit. Without even touching myself, my c
ock jumps and sprays another hot load.
“Fuck!” Collin says, looking at the spray erupting from my cock.
“Damn,” Gunnar agrees before slipping his lips over my dick and sucking out the last few spurts of come.
“That was fucking hot,” I say, panting lightly at the excitement.
Both men look absolutely sated before they quickly transition into protective mode. “Are you okay?” Gunnar asks. “I didn’t mean for us to do anything that would hurt you.”
“How’s your stomach?” Collin asks. “It doesn’t hurt more now, does it. You would tell us, right?”
I can’t help but laugh at their overprotectiveness. “I’m okay. It just happened… I’ve never had that happen before but it was fucking awesome.” I stifle a yawn just as the words leave my mouth.
“Okay, let’s get you into a clean bed.” Gunnar is already picking me up and taking me to the bathroom to get clean while Collin begins stripping the bed to put fresh linens on it.
Barely fifteen minutes have passed before they have me tucked back into bed. “Stay with us for a little bit,” I say to Collin as he starts for the door.
He comes back and sits next to me on the bed, resting his back on the headboard. I curl into him as Gunnar slips between the sheets on the other side of me and moves into my back, careful not to touch my stitches as he wraps his arms around me.
Surrounded by my two alphas, I’m protected and loved. As I fall asleep, my mind wanders to the two little ones we brought into this world and how lucky I am to have not only two beautiful alphas in my life, but a beautiful baby by each of them.
As I fall deeper into slumber, I dream of the wonderful life we have in front of us as we begin our new journey as a family. It’s everything I could have hoped for and more.
Chasing Home
Omega House #5
By Aria Grace
68
Nathan
“No, stop. Please, don’t.” My arm flails out, and I jolt upright, still trying to fight off my assailant. It takes a minute for me to realize there’s no one there. I’m alone in my room at Omega House, sweat pouring down my temples while my chest heaves with each ragged breath.
The door cracks open and light spills inside. Jason quietly slips to the side of my bed and sits down. “You okay, man?”
“Yeah, did I wake you?” I swipe the back of my hand across my forehead, hoping he doesn’t notice the gleam of perspiration covering my skin.
“No, I was just coming upstairs when I heard you. Another nightmare?”
“I guess.” I hate that, at twenty years old, I’m still having nightmares like a little kid. I should take comfort in the fact that I’m not wetting the bed as well, but I know this has to stop.
Ever since Sean talked a few of us into doing a photo shoot with his perverted professor, the fears that haunted me through most of my adolescence have returned. As soon as those men pulled out the chains to leash us like animals, flashbacks of those years at home came flooding back. And even though we were rescued before anything really disgusting happened, the damage had already been done.
I didn’t experience any physical trauma that day, but the old emotional wounds I’d buried away in my psyche were torn open and splattered across the forefront of my mind, making it impossible for me to go more than a few hours without having a mini panic attack.
This has to stop. I’d hoped it would fade as time went on, but it’s been weeks, and nothing is better. If anything, my fears have started to get even worse than I remember from that first year after I left home. I was sixteen when I’d finally squirreled away enough money from mowing lawns and dog walking to escape from the home that never really was.
It was a shelter from the rain and a place to find a meal, but it was never a home. At least, not to me. My mother blamed my omega status for my father leaving us. But he left way before anyone knew my status. Whatever reason for his abandoning us didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t matter now.
What does matter is that my mother was forced to work long hours as a housecleaner during the day and a waitress at nights, leaving my brother and me alone once we got home from school until after midnight every night. And from the time I was ten until the day I left, Joseph practiced being a dominant alpha on his weak little omega brother.
I’d managed to put all that pain behind me, leaving it in the past where it belonged. But after just a few minutes in a secluded warehouse with some psychos, it all came flooding back. All I see when I close my eyes is the evil smile of a monster who hurt me for so many years. He took something from me that I can never get back, and I’m afraid of what I know must happen next.
As much as I hate the idea of ever looking him in the eyes again, I have to. I need to confront my demons, so I can be released from the hold they’ve had on me for so many years.
I need to go home.
* * *
I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. When other people leave, I usually find an excuse not to be around for the awkward promises to stay in touch. The lies about calling and visiting are just a waste of time. So, I spare my friends and slip away before anyone wakes up.
I have a few hundred bucks in my checking account and sixty-five in cash from helping the old man across the street clean out his attic. If I take buses, I should be able to get to Boise for less than a hundred dollars. It’ll be an all-day ride, but I need that much time to process what I’m about to do.
I never believed this day would come.
I never wanted this day to come.
But before I go to sleep tonight, I’ll be back in the house where all my worst nightmares were staged. I’ll have to face the woman who never believed me when I told her what was happening, and I’ll finally confront the monster who hurt me.
I don’t expect this reunion to go well, but it’s the only way I can move on from my past. At least, that’s what the talk shows and self-help books always say. Face your demons. I don’t know if that applies to the kind of demon who could pin me down with one arm and fulfill his sickest fantasies until I was bloodied and unconscious.
But that’s what I’m going to do.
Get ready, Joseph. Your demon is coming back for you too.
69
Dodge
“Dammit.” I pull the thorn out of the tip of my finger and suck the drop of blood off. This is why I don’t visit people who are sick. You can’t arrive empty-handed when a person is ill, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna bake a casserole. So here I am, snipping roses off the bushes under my front window so I can take them to the lady across the street.
She just started another round of chemo, and it seems to be hitting her harder than it has in the past. When she was first diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago, she walked a little slower and kept a scarf over her thinning hair, but she was as active and feisty as she was when I was a kid.
But this time is different.
This time, I’ve only seen her leave the house to go to the hospital, and every step she takes seems to hurt. It’s sad how great a toll the cancer has taken on her body in just a few years. Especially since the only person around to help her is her loser son who seems to cause her more drama than anything else.
I’m only a year older than Joseph, but we were never friends in school. He was a jock, and I was more studious, spending time in the library instead of on the football field. Her younger son, Nathan, was a quiet kid who rarely played outside. I didn’t know him before he moved away, but I wasn’t surprised when he disappeared. I could only guess the reasons why he left home before finishing high school. I wouldn’t have wanted to live with that piece of shit brother either.
The sound of a car door slamming gets my attention, and when I look up, I see the asshole tearing out of his mother’s driveway and racing down the street like his balls are on fire. Thank god there aren’t any kids on this street.
As soon as I have enough flowers to constitute a decent bouquet, I wrap them all in a wet paper towel an
d cross the street. I’m not here because I’m such a caring person or anything. I’m here because my old man had a thing for Mrs. Greenly, and when she was sick the first time, he brought her flowers every few days. So, now that he’s gone, I feel some kind of responsibility to maintain the tradition.
After I knock, I feel a little guilty for bothering her. She might be sleeping or unable to come to the door. I’m just about to turn around and head home when I hear her calling from inside that she’s coming.
I try the knob and it’s unlocked, so I crack the door just an inch. “Mrs. Greenly, it’s Dodge from across the street. I’m just dropping off some flowers.”
“Oh, how sweet.” She’s at the top of the stairs and slowly working her way down when I peek my head inside. “Come in, come in.”
“Don’t come down, Mrs. Greenly.” I step inside the entryway and close the door behind me. “If you tell me where I can find a vase, I’ll just put these in some water and leave them on the table.”
She hesitates on the third step from the top and then finally nods her head. “Yes, that would be wonderful. There are a few different vases in the dining room hutch. Just use whichever one you like.”
“You go rest.” I turn toward the dining room and take a few steps before realizing she’s still standing on the stairs. “Is there anything I can bring you from down here? Something to drink or eat?”
Mrs. Greenly gives me a sad smile. “You look so much like your father.”
“I know.” I lost my dad a year ago, and it still hurts to think about him.
“Would you mind bringing me a glass of water when you’re done?” She slowly turns and takes a step up on the stairs. “And bring the flowers with you.”
After grabbing a crystal vase from the hutch and a glass from the kitchen, I fill them both with water and take a look around. The state of the kitchen pisses me off. I’ve only been in her house a few times in my life, mostly with Dad for some plumbing or painting project or another, but the place has always been spotless. Mrs. Greenly started her own cleaning service and worked long hours almost every day. She also worked late nights as a waitress until she got sick the first time.