Holly Ch. 06

Holly feels something sticky on his fingertips and wonders if she even knows she has the scent glands of an "old A/o." The term refers to the age of the bloodline, not the individual. Some omegas that descend more directly from the first tribes still have a row of pores underneath their arms that secrete an enticing jelly that makes a good lubricant as well. Holly slips his fingertips through hers before bringing them to his mouth to suck. It's salty and a bit funky, like beach mixed with decaying flowers. The vivid picture of a rugged stretch of coast with wild roses growing on the bluffs flashes in his mind. It's a snapshot of her life, or perhaps a past one.

"I love your body," he gruffs, sounding almost angry about it in his passion.

"God, Holly, oh my god, oh my god..."

'The way she says it, it isn't swearing, it's praying,' he thinks to himself. His heart feels ready to explode from happiness; his mate is thanking god for him, for her omega body restored, for her life, for this moment. The world outside the frosty windows is still and silver, but inside their sanctuary, it's hot and fluid. Holly feels enrobed in layers of home: their house, the soul of their house, her embrace, her sex, and now her womb, where no one but him has been and which sucks him now.

Holly's romantic reverie is broken by an entirely new sensation. It feels as though his weighty breeding testicles are also held inside her. He realizes that's his knot. With added eye contact, it's as intimate as two people can be.

It's also erotic as hell. The word "big" finds it's way into his omega's natural chanting. "You're so big!" she says with admiration. He tries not to look too smug about it. Alpha men are secure about their penises for obvious reasons, but they still enjoy this type of reaction from their lovers. "Too much?" he asks.

"Mmm, almost," she murmurs with her eyes closed and lips pulled back in an animal smile. "Ah! Ah!" she repeats joyfully at every gentle movement he makes inside her, filling her more than fucking her. "Jesus, God, Holly," she says as if it's her Alpha who completes the holy trinity. He slowly rolls his pelvis in sideways circles to treat her to his fist-sized knot just past her entrance.

"Do you want my pups?" he asks in the way a man might ask 'Do you like that, baby?' It's not a real question, just part of the ritual that sweetens the orgasm. He wants to hear the 'yes' he knows she'll give to him.

"Yes, Alpha!" Then to his surprise, she fixes her serious eyes on his. "Is it me you really want for your brood mother?"

That old term is one Hollis hasn't heard in years. Again he has the impression she's many ages rolled into one being.

"You are exactly... the one I want to... mother my brood. You're gonna look... perfect full of my pups," he pants.

MKs pale cheeks color and he feels gouts of female cum bathe his cock. She does not cry out-she's not even breathing. Finally, she exhales a long cathartic sob. Hollis swiftly stoops to cover her reassuringly with his warmth and licks away her tears. Her fingers twist in his sweaty hair. When he growls, she trails her hand along his strong neck, chest, and slides it between them to pinch his erect nipple. He shrieks and lets his semen pour into her until her low belly feels distended. The fullness triggers a final orgasm that they share so loudly that if there were any neighbors at all nearby the cops would probably arrive to interrupt their afterglow.

They can't separate until his knot dissipates, so spend the next ten minutes gazing into each other's eyes and memorizing their lover's stunned expression. They alternately kiss and grin at each other. When Holly can pull out without hurting her, their excess juices flow out audibly. Holly gently shakes his head "no" when she wrinkles her nose in embarrassment, a little more bashful now that the breeding madness abated for the time being. "It's wonderful," he slurs.

"I'm hungry," MK announces.

Holly sprawls decadently to show off his sexy arms at a different angle. "Woman, make me breakfast."

As if a fire was lit under her, Mk starts to clumsily peel her back from the varnished surface.

He grasps her arm lightly. "Hey, hey, I was only kidding. I'm not gonna be that guy."

"Oh, I knew you were playing. I don't mind obeying you anyway. What would you like for breakfast?"

"I went ahead and made us some pancake batter... then I realized I don't know how to cook them," he laughs. I wanted to do something nice for you and now you'll end up doin' the work."

"Making the batter is the tedious part. I hate to measure. Let's have a look at what you did," she says, hobbling more than usual over to the counter. Holly feels a smidge of guilt and a lot of pride at her post-coital limp. She doesn't seem to be feeling any pain yet.

"This looks good!" she praises. "Did I have everything you need?" she asks considerately.

"Yeah. You're a domestic goddess, after all."

"Pfft. I suppose I am, at heart. It was not so long ago I was a hard-drinking daredevil. This is a more fun way to be. For me, anyway."

"It's how I want you to be. No dangerous stuff for my brood mama. I'll keep you wrapped in bubble wrap if I have to," Holly says. Why does his voice sound so strange, like he's listening to a recording of himself? It's that he can't wipe the grin off his face and it's the sincere kind you can hear in someone's voice.

"Yes, Alpha."

"Careful, you'll get me hard again."

"Wanna learn how to make pancakes instead?"

"Okay, you can teach me to cook. What will I teach you to return the favor?"

"Um... how to please my Alpha... in every way."

"Damn, woman."

Holly joins her in the working part of the large, social kitchen. He puts his arm around her briefly, then lets her go. His body doesn't want to let her go and it's like fighting to move a cramped muscle.

MK lights a gas burner under a skillet. "Most people go wrong because they think pancakes are cooked in butter, but butter will burn before the pan gets hot enough for good pancakes. I'll use coconut oil, unless you don't like the flavor."

Hollis shrugs. "Sounds good. I think I like anything you make."

Before long they have a mountain of pancakes, each an improvement from the one beneath it, as is the case with pancakes. The abundance and aroma cause a near-crippling appetite in the pair.

"I think our stomachs are talking to each other," MK giggles.

"Guess we are a bonded pair... every part of us."

"Would you like butter and maple syrup... or should we go nuts?"

"Let's get crazy," Holly says drily. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have a jar of pralines I've been saving for a special occasion. And I can show you how to make awesome whipped cream," she says sounding excited as a little kid. Holly pictures her not far in the future with a bunch of little MKs making a happy mess of the kitchen.

"What a fun girl I have," he says.

They are still greasy with bodily fluids when they sit down to a platter of pancakes with fresh melting cream, real syrup, pralines, and finely chopped chocolate. It's about the number of calories a pair of triathletes might consume. Their metabolisms are on fire which would make them jumpy as hell if they didn't have each other within reach.

When they come up for air after an initial assault on the food, MK asks him if he liked it, meek as the good Catholic girl she is.

"Liked what?" Holly asks, teasing her a little by making her use a phrase more descriptive than "what we, you know, did before."

"Did it feel good to knot inside me?" she asks in her grown-up tone.

"Uh-huh," he replies through a gooey bite of pancakes. "I was thinkin' about my grandma," he chuckles.

"What?!" she sputters.

"Not that I ever had this problem, but I've heard guys say that to last longer when the sex is really hot they make themselves picture their grandmother."

"No! That's terrible," she chuckles. "So you did that?"

"Yeah, actually. But my grandma was smokin' hot. She was young enough to be my mom and looked like Cher."

MKs eyebrows raise halfway up her forehead. "Seriously? I can't always tell yet."

He laughs. "It's true she was pretty, but I was kidding to imply anything incestuous. It just didn't have the same gross-out effect it does on most guys because she was my best friend and happened to be a total babe."

"Do you look like her?" MK asks.

"I'll take that as a compliment, 'mega. Unfortunately, I think I resemble him," he says disgustedly.

"I highly doubt that. He was beta, right? I've never seen a beta like you before."

"I'm glad you feel that way... because we're bound together now."

"What was her name, your Mama?" MK asks pensively.

"Wyetta. Wyetta Jane Graves."

"Now I hope we make at least one girl so we can call her that."

"This is gonna sound strange, but I wasn't completely joking when I said I thought of her while we were fucking. Not like she was standing over us watching, that would be creepy, but I got a sense she was not so far away and knew what I was doing. I felt her approval and something like inner peace that she knows I found my mate and life is good for me. When she was alive I knew she worried too much I'd fall into despair... like her daughter. Even when I was fightin' it, she knew I'm the breeding kind of A/o and hoped I'd bond to a good woman. Is that weird, what I just told you?"

"Not to me. I don't know if I'm the breeding kind of A/o, but I'm the witchy kind. I spend a fair amount of time talking to people who, to others, seem not to be there. I take it as real that you feel her and are still communicating with her in some form. Love like that can't be stopped by something as minor as death."

They fall silent and finish all the pancakes. Holly notices they are so energized neither one of them thought to make coffee, though they drink glass after glass of water to replenish their bodies.

"So what would you normally do on a Monday morning?" Holly asks.

"Mondays I have physical therapy. The guy comes to the house. We do some rehab exercises, then he gives me a rub-down," she adds to provoke her new Alpha.

Holly takes the bait, of course, "Today you'll have to settle for me rubbing you down," he says with a hand raised to wiggle his thick fingers at her.

"Want to start in the shower? I reek," she states.

"Yeah, you sure do. And I can't get enough of it."

MK permits him to carry her up the stairs to her bathroom that looks to Holly like it belongs in a hotel he'd never afford. He's grateful she has money to buy some of the luxuries she deserves that he can't provide. Being a real omega, she probably doesn't see relationships in monetary values, he hopes. He'll give her everything else.