Holly Ch. 05

After dinner, MK carries the dishes to the side of the sink and leaves them. This is not something she'd do if she'd just shared a meal with her roommate. Rather, she'd happily and meditatively restore the holy kitchen to order. No, tonight was all about the pleasure of being with Holly. She is still struggling to believe her ears- Did he just say he wanted to be her alpha? They've known each other for three days, but the desire is that "something real" sought by so many, A/o or beta. A beta might recognize that this was worth taking things slow. MK and Holly know they are not skittish wild animals who will get spooked and bolt. Good things come to those who wait, that's true, but they've already been waiting for each other for too long. And God, he's beautiful-miraculously, terribly so, like an angel would be.

MK brings them each an espresso with an equally black square of fine dark chocolate. To say yes to him without hesitation doesn't mean without a little stalling for time. She's never been with her kind before and this man is her perfect counterpart. She has the impression he's never been with an omega before, at least not one in heat. When it comes to breeding, they're virgins and it would be understandable if MK was more nervous than the alpha-there are things that will happen inside her, if her body is in healthy condition, that she's never felt before with a beta boyfriend. However, she's nearly fearless, as he'd said earlier, and her own powerful sexuality is not one of her few fears.

Holly doesn't mind that they don't race to the bedroom. After all, he wouldn't take off running immediately after a meal like that and one thing he knows is that when alpha and omega come together during a heat cycle it's not all gentle lovemaking. One way to spot an A/o couple is that one will have the black and blue marks of a battered wife, but with the blissful expression and bearing of someone who's been fucked into next week.

Their conversation is remarkably relaxed considering what they both have in mind for the next few days. Actually, for the rest of their lives, if they bond like they sense they will. They sip their coffee, black as hell, and let the chocolate melt on their tongues, bittersweet as love.

Then, Holly rises and extends his big hands toward her to help her up. "C'mon," he whispers. The sensuality of the alpha's tone makes her head spin as she levitates from the chair.

"Okay," she declares, clearly having already made up her mind. She leads the way, feeling his gaze making love to her as they go.

She reluctantly lets go of his hand to make her way up the stairs. Her side-winding motion is odd and hypnotic from behind. The omega's ass is round and lifted and could just as easily belong to a male. The muscles remain from her former career and having to launch herself through the air from time to time. Before retirement, she was like a coiled spring. She's about to see if she can still fly, this time tangled in another person's strong limbs.

MK flicks the light switch in her room. It's connected to a few dim, stained glass-shaded lamps to create a rest from stark reality. Holly's light eyes dilate a bit more. Her bed is high and altar-like, probably because of her injuries, and just big enough for two to sleep intimately and breathe each other's breath all night. He catches his reflection in a mirror so old the silver glass is feathered and warped. He smiles: There is some kind of significance to his love appointing her room with a useless mirror. He half-wonders if she thinks that's how she looks. He'll just have to work harder to make her see what he sees.

Right now that's his mate, like a love that comes from the DNA. It's a rush that's more than the anticipation of exciting sex; letting himself fall in love for the first time since he can remember only adds to the electric buzz all over the surface of his skin and his throbbing hard-on. He must have been quite young and not the same man the last time his desire had an object. This is more than the promise of a night of ecstasy, but the promise of happiness; he can come into his own (as much as come into her) and be the man he's supposed to be, protecting her, providing for her, letting her serve him and make him feel like a king...

MK stands in the center of a threadbare Persian rug that overlaps a few others. To her side is a jungle of plants in lieu of curtains. They make the room humid with the smell of greenhouse and give the impression they've arrived at some desert oasis. Maybe it's the sound as well-she has a little fountain that plays tricks on his ears as the sound layers over that of the steady sleet falling outside. He looks into his omegas eyes, playful, questioning. 'Are you really mine?' they ask. He sees her thin chest rise and fall, something melt inside of her. The answer is clear to him. He pulls off his T-shirt.

"Come to me," he whispers again. The sound makes goosebumps prickle down her stick-figure arms. She steps close and then pulls her top over her head, too. Nothing underneath, not that she needs it to hold up her A-cup tits. Omegas tend to go braless, even the busty ones. It's part of their naturalness and defiance of the dominant culture's childish discomfort with the human body.

He skates his fingertips over the ridges of her sternum. They are like ripples on a windswept lake. She lowers her head demurely and takes in the body before her, placing her hands on his smooth waist. Holly's skin is soft as baby animal fur to contrast the hard musculature beneath it. He has a slightly convex belly after the big meal, something an omega finds irresistible; it says 'successful hunter.' Her mouth begins to fill with fresh saliva when she sees something delicious. His nipples are a pretty shade of pinkish-tan, like wildflowers. She brushes it with her lips, captures it in her mouth to kiss and suck. It puckers and the alpha's hips thrust forward. He can't help it; she's discovered something he loves, especially when his body's sensitized from head to toe. His omega pinches the other swelling bud while she worships at her master's breast. She hears him stifling his moan. She pulls away to tenderly gaze up at his glowing face.

"You don't have to be quiet, Holly. No one can hear us and I want to hear you, learn what makes you moan..."

"Okay," he croaks in a breaking voice. "Anything you want, babe."

MK smiles to herself at the unlikely endearment. She doesn't mind it, funny as it sounds to her ear. He's a country boy.

The next sound she hears is his zipper and the faint rustle of his jeans sliding down. She almost freezes, unsure she can handle the sight of him naked. He's so beautiful she might have to take in the view in pieces or else overdose on the powerful drug. He saves her by stepping close and gently pushing her backward a few steps to lean against the side of the bed. He kisses her puffy lips and now it's her turn to moan. She tastes a whole world of pleasure in his mouth. There are, naturally, the flavor of chocolate and succulence of coq au van, but more than that she tastes the strength of her alpha's health and the sweet breeding chemistry in his spit. The cherry on top is his signature essence that she'll be able to smell from a distance once they've bonded.

As they kiss, Holly's fingers trace the contours of her lean belly until arriving at the top button of her jeans. "Are you ready, darlin'?"

"Yeah... this is right, isn't it?"

"Very right," he agrees. "I just don't wanna rush you. I can control myself," he adds in an adorably unconvincing tone. She chuckles.

"That makes one of us, alpha."

He growls involuntarily at that, feeling wonderfully dominant and powerful.

Holly tugs the aged denim down to the top of her prosthetic.

"Um, About that... I can take it off or leave it, whichever is less strange for you," she says casually.

He looks deep into her eyes with that high-voltage gaze of his. "It isn't strange to me. Should it be? I just want you to feel good."

"I'll take it off-I don't think it serves any purpose for what we want to do," she says with a conspiratorial sparkle in her eyes.

MK presses the button to release the vacuum seal on the elegant device. Then, she wears nothing but everyday cotton panties as she leans against the high bed. "Mmmm," Holly reacts. The underwear is sexy because it suggests she wasn't expecting this. Once again, the alpha has the impulse to dress her, this time in lingerie. She's his animal mate, like a lioness, and also his princess as well as the queen of her castle. It's confusing, even to a grown A/o. Holly likes the mystery.

MK climbs onto the bed. On her hands and knees, Hollis can tell this is how she normally gets into bed, so he stops her before she can lower down onto the mattress. "Stay... just like that, darlin'," he directs more than commands. "Unless you think that's not romantic enough for the first time."

She flips her messy braid back as looks at him over her scrawny shoulder. "It's romantic for us. I think it's plenty romantic for you to take me like this when we breed," she purrs.

Holly gulps. His tongue suddenly feels too thick to talk. "You want my... pups inside you tonight?"

"I'm really sure. It's huge, I know-I'm not crazy. If you have second thoughts about that part, I understand... but I think I'll die if you don't fuck me." She lowers her chest down to the bedclothes and smiles at him, inviting and canine. She wags her tailbone, still high in the air to be mounted.

Holly nods and tosses his hair impatiently from his eyes. He climbs after her, fits himself over and around her to cover her with a protective possessiveness. His heavy cock slides lengthwise in the smooth cleft of her ass while he bites the back of her neck. It isn't gentle-it hurts enough to make her squeal and she loves it. Not the sharp pain itself, but what it does to enliven her whole body and mind. Her senses are heightened in a way that ensures her mind won't wander as it did sleeping with beta men. This was nothing like sleeping at all.

Holly reaches between them to feel her readiness. He can smell how wet she is but wants to make sure he doesn't hurt her-not like that, anyway. She feels just like mango, deliciously slimy and silky, weighty and dripping pungently sweet nectar. "Oh! More... please," she begs as she bears down on his finger. "More..." she repeats, already mindless.

He's too hot all over to tease her with a second finger. He aligns his huge alpha cockhead with her opening and enters her with what feels like the sound of a pop, a celebratory sound like a champagne bottle. He glides through her, expanding her walls with his size. He's about average for their kind, but she's clearly not used to it and already falling apart from him filling her up in all the omega pleasure spots. She grips him inside as much as she can through the copious slick pouring out of her. Their moans rise to a desperate ballad as they revel in being completely alone except for each other. "You feel sooo good," she cries, and the alpha feels humbled he can bring her such fulfillment. Humbled but also glorious. He'll make her addicted to him, he knows this. It's the A/o way. It's her house, her body, her decision to offer herself to him... but he owns her, starting with the deep orgasmic place inside her that's about to explode in pleasure.

"Holly," she sobs and reaches back to grip him wherever she can, riding his motion the best she can.

"Shh, baby. Don't hurt yourself. I got ya."

"Oh!"

He responds with a garbled growl of filthy endearments. The parts she catches would make her blush if she wasn't out of her mind in heat. His mind is purely dirty and dirty in its purity. He was still the same wild A/o adolescent who'd go into the forest to masturbate. It wasn't for privacy but because the setting turned him on like nothing else. Now, being inside MK was like fucking nature herself.

"Mmm, MK, want to... I want..." he rumbles in his hormonally thickened voice.

"Yes! Yes, Alpha... you can do anything you want with me... anything, my love..." she responds.

Hollis speeds up and thrusts with rhythmic grace which his new mate matches. They move in time with one another like lifelong dance partners. But that's what it means to be natural: That raw, staccato motion of an A/o fuck wouldn't even look ugly to a beta, though it would likely frighten them.

MKs vocalizations change and the sounds of her fluids grow squirtier. She's opening up for him inside in a way her body never had the opportunity to experience before. It's been a long time for Holly, too, since he felt that. Her cervix dilates like a woman in labor and his shaft responds in kind, lengthening and releasing a sweet liquid that's full of chemicals to make her even higher when she comes around him. "Holly, you can," she says seriously as she looks over her shoulder at him with huge, intense eyes.

Holly cries out as he spills and spills to fill her up. She wails along with him. It sounds nearly tragic. They've never been so blissful, so much themselves they could truly connect with another being. This new consciousness pervades every nerve in their bodies. They can feel scents and hear colors. Just for a moment, though. Now they have to sleep.

MK crawls up to flop down with her head on the pillow, clearly not caring that the cum, natural lube, and sweat will stain the embroidered bedspread. She flings her arm toward him in a 'come here' gesture, very clumsy with all her muscle strength spent. Her limbs have all gone rubbery.

Holly feels strong as an ox. He wonders if he'll be able to lie still to hold her a while because he's so wired. If it weren't a dick move (and utterly hellish outside), he'd go for a run.

When he has his omega in his arms, however, he doesn't want to be doing anything else, maybe ever again. He's pleasantly drowsy. As if she's reading his thoughts, MK says, "You can sleep here, if you like, unless you're more comfortable sleeping alone."

"Mmph," he grunts. "What about you? I know with your injuries you might have to sleep a certain way. I don't want you to wake up hurting."

Very softly, she chuckles. "Too late for that. No, seriously, I want you to stay with me if you want to, too."

"Course I do."

She wiggles her ass tighter against his hips and they won't speak again until late the following morning.

Monday morning brings a light that's not so much gray as it sucks the color from everything it touches, save for MK's ginger hair, which looks like a colorized photo on the pillow. Holly reaches for it, but his hand hovers in the air; the sight of her face is deeply unsettling. It's not that she looks deep asleep or even dead, it's more like he's looking at a replica like the latex ones film studios use, accurate but devoid of soul.

Hollis smiles faintly. He knocked her into another dimension, it seems. He quietly raises himself to head to his own bathroom for morning ablutions. In the shower, he uses only a tiny amount of soap to clean off the tight fluids that are feathering off like Elmer's school glue. His omega in heat won't want him too clean. His body feels loose-limbed and tingly, even sensual, but without the typical morning wood to attend to. That made sense. If MK's health wasn't tenuous, he'd be surprised if his mate wasn't pregnant. Shit, he's probably dehydrated.

Holly goes down to the kitchen to gulp down half a carton of orange juice, then goes out for a smoke. The backyard looks like MKs rippled and useless mirror, reflecting a featureless sky of gray mist. The world is frozen for the foreseeable future. It was the perfect time to do nothing but breed, fall in love, get to know each other, and, yes, in that order.

It occurs to him that he'll know when she rises if they made the pair bond. It also occurs he may want her, regardless.

Holly has never met a bonded A/o who could put the feeling into words. They all say the same thing: You just know. Like an orgasm or getting high, it's impossible to doubt the existence of the new feeling. Even Mama, whose top priority was to educate him in all things that would serve him well to know in life, couldn't tell him how it felt with his grandfather. "You just know." It was probably the pain of becoming a widow after a love like that that caused her to throw herself into doting on Holly the way she did. Having a baby to love and nurture must have saved her from the monumental losses in her life.

Holly heads back in and looks at the clock. It probably wasn't too early to phone Damian's house. They were probably up and in the spirit of forced family time at home, not yet at one another's throats.

This time Damian recognizes the new number as MK's.

"Well, good morning! You know the shop is closed," he teases. "Or are you bored already?"

Hollis chuffs bashfully, wanting to tell him everything and unsure where to start. "Uh, actually I was hopin' Elle could tell me how to make those good pancakes, unless it's a secret recipe, of course."

"Get out. Hollis Graves is making breakfast for a chick?"

"What. You make me sound like a dick. I can be sweet."

"Yeah. You can. But you can't cook."

"Well, that's gotta change. I've got a pregnant woman to look after and she's also a foodie."

"Well, fuck me." After a long pause, he adds, "Allison was a foodie and it bored you to death."

"MK's different... she's not like anybody else. You're gonna like her."

"So you keep saying. So you an' her, uh..."

"Yeah, we're together."

"Oh, here's Elle. She'll help you out with pancakes."

Holly wishes them a good day. He makes some coffee and looks over the instructions he's just scrawled on the back of a receipt. Cat-like, he sets about cautiously exploring the new environment, respecting her domain as he gathers what he'll need. Deep down he knows: If they made the bond, everything that's hers, even every inch of her body, is his now. That's the way of their kind. That's what she'd asked for. It was a lot to take in.