Holly Ch. 06

A blast of frozen world smacks Hollis in the face and bare chest. He closes the front door as quickly as possible without slamming it shut. Instead of venturing out, he looks through the window at the icy enchantment that surrounds the omega's house. No... their house. Now it was their shared dream home, their woods, even their carved mermaid lashed to the porch beam. If they'd bonded chemically last night, he'll know soon when she arises. Then she's all his, too.

Holly's heart hammers away behind the goosebumps on his November-pale golden skin. He's ecstatic at the thought his new landlady might be his A/o mate for life. If not, what to do then? He's never heard of an Alpha and an omega choosing a relationship without the animal bond. So far as he knew, A/os didn't really "date" each other. Sometimes they'd use each other for friendly casual sex, but as far as Holly knew, they didn't become life partners without their chemical imprint on each other. If they couldn't make one, would she decide to be with him anyway? Just as he deluded himself into thinking a good beta woman could ever be enough for him, would this type of compromise also end in heartbreak? He had no one to talk to who would understand. Damian was his best friend and could handle anything Holly might confide in him, but he was a beta and there would always be that distance between them. No human desire-not even an overactive libido- is analogous to the animal instinct that is the cornerstone and North Star for A/o people.

And what if she's pregnant? Holly smiles. Finally a daddy at 42. He's glad he waited for this one. He pictures her up in bed in that profound sleep that had so startled him early this morning, growing their pups in that beautifully broken body of hers.

Holly returns to the kitchen and studies the pancake batter he's made. He tilts his head and pokes at it with the wooden spoon as if that will show him what to do now. He's decided that breakfast in bed might be more annoying than endearing. Better let her sleep as much as she needs, especially after last night's exertions. They are still in heat, and she'll need her strength to get through the next two days or so. Holly's body is screaming at him to breed again and he's struggling with the anticipation, more painful than enlivening.

He notices a sliding door on the kitchen wall closest to the front of the house. It must be that funny little room below the balcony attached to his bedroom. With some trepidation, he places a hand on the door-how strange that there could be a room he's never seen in such a small house. It hadn't been part of the tour, but it wasn't locked and she'd never said it was off-limits, as was her right when they met as strangers only days ago. He wants a look and slides the door back into the wall.

"Huh." Inside is just gym equipment. There's a treadmill, rowing machine, and a few free weights, the heaviest of which could give Holly a slightly better than nothing workout.

So it's nothing exciting, but welcome. He spies a crumpled little top on the floor. He picks it up and unconsciously brings it to his face to inhale deeply. Her sweat, not too stale, scents the workout shirt that she must have discarded during recent exercise. He finds himself blushing and looks behind him quickly to make sure she wasn't standing there observing him smelling her dirty laundry like a pervert. No one is there, of course, and he'd have heard the tapping of her metal foot as she approached. He's just wound up.

Holly is grateful to be able to run (or at least trick his body into thinking he's on a run) while it's too dangerous out to be on the country roads or trails in the woods. He's already in his black joggers and starts a barefoot run on the treadmill, increasing the speed a few times before he's satisfied. On a normal day, an Alpha is more fit than most betas, but during heat, their strength and stamina are remarkable, so much so that there's a debate as to whether or not it's "fair" for them to compete against betas. Since most A/os are disadvantaged, it will be a huge blow to families hoping for an athletic scholarship. Holly thinks of Damian's alpha daughter Diana as he runs and hopes the rules won't change before she gets a free ride for one of the various sports at which she excels.

A refreshing wet sweat breaks out on his forehead, drips in his eyelashes. Perhaps just one more sprint...

"Holly." She says it just a little louder to be heard over the whir of the machine and his light, rapid footfalls. "Holly."

Shit! How to switch this off?! He can't wait for one more second to have a look at MK and give her his full attention. Well, really to fuck her as soon as she's ready to breed together all day.

The machine slows to a stop and he steps off with the ground still moving under his feet. The sight of her isn't helping to steady him. Though they're trapped in an ice storm, the house isn't too cold and her blood's running hot. She's wearing pink... not a little girl shade like a Barbie doll, but a color that makes her look expensive in the diaphanous nightgown. She must know he can see right through the sheer material to every contour of her naked form. Her fiery eyes suggest she doesn't even care. She's not vain enough to try to seduce him with her body, but she's letting him know his seduction of her was a success; he's entitled to view what's his.

"Baby," he says in his sweetly scratchy drawl. "Baby, are you mine?"

To answer him, she takes two limping steps forward, taking in the sight of him as she modestly lowers her gaze. She touches just above his waistband and trails her fingers up the indentations of his musculature. "I think you know. Want to make sure?"

Holly's racing heart rate slows at the thought rather than spiking up at the prospect of sex. It's calming to have his answer, swells him with contentment at having what he needed more than he realized. Denying one's nature is usually foolish unless you're a serial killer or something. Holly was a classic Alpha without a mate. Fuck celibacy. How much longer was he supposed to punish himself for Allison? No, fate had put the perfect female right in his path and he already felt greedy about his prize. Though his hormones are still raging, this moment of calm clarity is the eye of the storm.

"You don't mind that I'm in here, do ya?" is inexplicably what comes out of his mouth. "I had some extra energy to burn off."

"Of course you do, my love," she purrs. "I'm sorry I slept so long. I should be helping you out with that, not a machine."

He grins down at her. It grows wider as he notices she's subtly sniffing him, her nose twitching though she's trying to be stealthy about it. She looks more than pleased.

"It happened, didn't it? I think I feel it, honey," he confides. He's still not sure if what he feels is merely a very strong human love.

"I think it did. I never felt this way before. We'd better test drive it..." she replies. She leads him by the hand from the humid workout room. He can still smell himself in the kitchen, as well as her omega scent wafting from her pores and the sultry scent of her cunt. The blend of both of them seems to fill up the larger room. It's been years since Holly has been in an A/o household, and the odor unleashes a flood of memory fragments. He now realizes that what he was smelling was sex. That homey scent that was always more like childhood than baking cookies or sun-dried laundry was... fucking.

MK tilts her head back and inhales. "Is that smell... us?" she asks him.

"I think so, babe. It's breedin' musk. You never smelled that before?"

In the same inflection one would use to say, 'Well, I'll be,' MK replies "Fuck me."

He knows what she meant, but teases her: "Right now?"

"Holly!" MK colors a little to match her sexy nightie. "I do, Alpha. Please."

"Oh, Jesus," he gushes, almost lunging for her to paw at her with his big hands. He tries not to manhandle her and fails. "Oh, G-," he stops himself from blaspheming again, "Oh, fuck, I want you, I want you..."

"I want you," she answers into his mouth as they begin a frantic kiss.

Every fiber of the muscles in his strong arms vibrates with readiness to pick her up and carry her back to bed. She allows herself to be lifted, wraps her arms around his flushed and perspiring neck, but she has something else in mind.

"Not in bed. That's for nighttime sex and sleeping together. I think we ought to sanctify every room in your new home."

"You are such an omega, you know that?" he breathes affectionately. "I can't believe I was ever unsure."

"Well," she purrs, "we've known each other for four days. I bet we have a lot to learn about each other."

"You sayin' we should try to slow things down?" he asks.

She giggles into his face, "Is that even possible?"

"No."

"Good. I like that... the secure feeling."

"I promise I'll be good to you. Starting right now," he growls.

Instinctively he knows that if she wants them to breed in every room of the house, then what she wants in here is for him to have her on that massive oak table. He glides over to the end of it, carrying her as easily as if she were floating upward and he's anchoring them to the earth.

She leans back propped on her sharp elbows with her legs falling open in her elegant and slovenly way, skinny straps slipping off her shoulders. Holly's breath is quiet but visible under his ribs like that of a captured animal. He carefully raises her hem higher up her thighs; his eyes want to feast before his tastes her on his tongue. Even though they've been lovers since last night, the strangeness of the sudden intimacy with a woman like himself hits him all at once. His shudder is answered by a gush of thick cream from her raspberry-colored cunt.

MK raises an eyebrow at his expression. "Is it... okay?" she asks. if her beta boyfriends had even noticed the difference in the dark during a drunken fumble, they chose to work around it like it was a deformity, best to be ignored.

"It's... beautiful. I've never actually seen it before," he apologizes for staring at her omega sex.

"Never ever?" she wonders.

"Well, I have seen a little porn... for educational purposes, naturally."

"Yeah, I know the A/o porn isn't made for us," MK says with a sigh in her voice.

"We know breeding ain't a spectator sport. We aren't as voyeuristic as the betas," Holly states. MK knows this to be true. "But don't get me wrong, I love seein' you, but it's about everything... wanting to experience it all, not just with my eyes."

MK lies back to reach for him. Her eyes roam more boldly over him. "You're just so beautiful... perfection. I can't wrap my head around it that you're here and I'm yours. It makes me feel gluttonous-no-greedy. It's like greed but euphoric, you know?"

Holly flicks his hair in a quick equine gesture and smiles down at her with his bright blue eyes, fine cheekbones, and rosy, angelic lips. "That's called lust, Catholic girl," he teases.

"This is going to sound strange, but I haven't felt it since I presented," she says.

Now it's his turn to be incredulous. "Never ever?"

"I wanted sex, but for the wrong reasons. It feels so much hotter to need it, especially with you standing right there, Alpha."

Holly wonders if he'll ever be able to stifle his growl when she calls him that. "In that case, I'm gonna fuck you face to face this time so I can learn everything about how your body works."

MK grins. "Like one of your motorcycles?"

"Yeah, kind of. Except I don't think a bike ever had an orgasm from me riding it. Giving you pleasure is all I want to do from now on. That and protecting my family."

Spread out and open before him, MK writhes happily. She bends her intact leg up to plant her foot on the table, metal prosthetic caught in her lover's large hand and held against his thigh to keep her from sliding off the edge. She groans at what Holly can look down and see; her omega vulva swells and gives up the secrets of its shape at the sound of his words. He knows just how to manipulate his mate's body when she's in heat. If he makes her pregnant, she'll be in this vulnerable state more often than not until their pups are born.

His omega pants through her teeth and she closes her eyes in a sweet look of chagrin as her fingers find their way to her layers of labia that line her slit. It's a sight both pretty and bizarre, but an omega doesn't need to worry about its appearance when she's with her Alpha; it's divine to them. Beta women look quite basic between their legs compared to omegas; with their tiny single clits mostly hidden and a mythic spot inside them that's supposed to bring them to orgasm, they seem not to have evolved for intense pleasure. MK's fingertip on her shiny erect clit has her ready to come as soon as it pleases her Alpha. Her other hand explores the overlapping petals that are normally tucked neatly inside her, unnoticed in day to day life. Her own body's response is new to her as well as her man.

"So damn beautiful," Holly says. His pleasing voice turns into pure aural sex when he's breeding. It's enough to make his mate cry out as she hurtles dangerously close to coming before he's even inside of her. She bites her lip and looks up at him, helplessly in lust with this long-missing lover who'd appeared like a hallucination in the form of a stranger she'd wanted to mother and protect. Or that's how they both interpreted her reaction to him at the time. Her body fell in love at first sight and recognized the one it was waiting to welcome, holding off the heat cycle she'd been trying to restore. His eyes, those arms, his sweet mouth did for her what the treatments could not.

Now with their sizzling eye contact, they reveal to each other that he understands what's happened to her perfectly and that she knows it. She's about to give him the last key to their castle: her vulnerability.

This humbles him, but in no way diminishes how powerful he feels. Holly is no longer at the mercy of the chemicals coursing through him; he feels himself riding them like a tidal wave with which he's merged. He feels just like he did last night when he was enthralled by the idea that MK was Nature herself. This time, he is too. He feels a wonderfully expansive emptiness inside him, like a vortex that will pull her deep within his being. But first, he must get inside her in a way more sensual than cosmic. He's as hard as she is voluptuous and drenched.

"Are you ready, my'mega?" he asks to show he cares about her even though she's half bitch, half whore goddess on display for him to enjoy, giving herself to belong to him, to wear his bite marks, to breed with him until their bodies grow decrepit far in the future.

"I'm always going to be ready for you, I think. Whatever will I do?" she asks, looking genuinely bewildered as if she's found herself locked in a new addiction.

"You'll let me take care of you. You'll have to get used to desire for real," he says with a devilish light in his eyes.

"I'm ready now. I woke up wanting you... oh, fuck... I woke up... horny," she realizes aloud.

Holly's pulse quickens at the effect he's had on his saintly woman. He bends to press their hearts together and kiss her with more tongue than lips, sometimes slurping up their spit as they drool over each other and drinking in her cool, pheromone-laced breath. When he pulls his head back for just a second to breathe, he sees her hairline is damp with sweat and her lips are plumped and glistening like her numinous pussy.

They reach for one another to explore all the intriguing hollows and prominences with worshipful touches. Holly smiles and vaguely shakes his head in disbelief. "You feel different all over. It's like you're made of a different material than beta girls."

"I was just thinking the same thing. Holly, your skin..."

There are no words because they do have different skin from normal people, or perhaps it's just a perception that happens during breeding.

Holly bends to kiss her again. He wiggles out of his pants and frees his gorgeous dick. His erection is so sensitive he hides a slight whimper deep in his throat. He feels like he could come undone if she grazed it with her lips. There is something he must tell her. It's a new ache above his heavy balls.

"Babe, I think I feel a knot. Never happened to me before now, but I guess there was no reason to have one."

"Oh! Can you feel it?" she asks eagerly.

"Yeah. It feels so good, but I'm gonna have to get deep inside you so I don't hurt you. Will you take me?" he almost begs against her feverish cheek.

Male Alphas usually have a knot that forms at the base of their cock. It seals in their seed during breeding and gives his partner pleasure that will make her (or him) scream. It has to be all the way in- if it pops passing through the omega's opening it will tear the delicate tissue. Her cervix has to open and quick to take every inch of his long shaft. "Do it!" she exclaims and blushes at her pushiness. "I mean, I can feel inside that I'm ready."

"Oh, thank God," Holly exhales. If their timing was out of synch and she needed some more romance first he'd miss his chance to breed that morning. From what he's heard, it's hard to get it to subside outside of a mate, and when he did come would be more relief than the ecstasy within his reach. "Sorry," he adds about taking her lord's name in vain.

"No need to be sorry. You can relax with me, honey. I know what's in your heart."

Holly licks at her mouth and starts to roll his hips against her. His towery cock slides between her labia. She's so tight when he angles and pushes the tip inside her that he knows his knot would damage her. When he claims her in a long, deep stroke, they both moan a long "oh" of recognition; their bodies now interlock in an immensely satisfying way that makes them unmistakably an A/o bonded pair. It's not possible anything but that can feel this good.

"Master!" MK ejaculates. She opens her dark blue eyes wide at the word that came from her mouth. They look to Holly for reassurance.

The thought does flit across his mind how strange that would sound to others who know him as shy, unassuming, and even sweet to those who understand his shyness well enough to see him as guarded more than aloof. However, he knows that for their kind, the Alpha is always the master of his omega. The omega might even seem to wear the pants in boring, practical matters, but at the heart of the relationship-sex and love and breeding-Alpha is close to God. He'd better be prepared for that.

"Uh-huh. You ain't wrong to call me that. It happens to be the truth," he tells her in a tone both tender and strict that drives her crazy. She struggles beneath him to fuck him back in response, but her back contains metal rods and screws. The one time she's full of lust with a lover, and she can't make love the way she wants to.

"Sorry that I'm not moving more... I don't bend the way I should..." she whispers.

"Sorry I didn't even notice. You feel so fuckin' good inside, baby," he replies.

She nips his neck and Holly feels the undulation of her cunt all along his cock to massage it and push her pleasure spots against his thick veins. He shudders and calls out wordlessly as if falling. MK gazes up at him, pleased with herself.

"No one ever did that to me before," he tells her. "You've got nothin' to worry about, 'mega."

When Holly starts a steady rhythm, she no longer feels self-conscious about being a dead lay. As Holly said, it's not a spectator sport, and sometimes more strenuous sex is just the internalized pornographer's lens more than the pursuit of true pleasure. Their kind has a holistic approach and love with all their senses, fantastical anatomy, and untamed brains.

Holly moans again at the massage on his cock. In his mind's eye, he sees the contours of her sex gripping him like the knuckles of both hands crushed against each other. He grips her hands in response to pin her down. His mate squeals with delight; of course an omega would love that. Holly rears back above her to look down at her adolescent-looking tits that don't move as he pumps into her at a graceful pace. The red nipples stand upright like shoots seeking the sun. He releases one of her hands to palm her miniature breast. She thrashes her tangled hair side to side, in love with the feelings he gives her.