Holly Ch. 07

The solar power that warms their home and the electricity that crackles between the lovers both lasted a day longer than expected. A four-day heat cycle after her omega-ness had been dormant was like trying to run right after being confined to bed for two years. The ice storm keeps the outside world frozen solid and they begin to feel the cold with their bodies' temperature returned to normal and only the fireplace and wood-burning stove in the kitchen for heat. They pull out the loveseat into a bed in the den. The small room dominated by a platform of plush blankets and pillows makes it more like an animal's "den" than another word for a cozy living room.

Maybe it's that it's December, but sleeping on a pull-out couch near the holidays makes Holly feel like he's in a house full of family. He has the sense of being close to kin.

Though the house is far from crowded, he's not wrong that he's close to family. MK is his mate snuggled against him and their pups have just begun to grow inside her. They both know intuitively this is so, but are rational enough to know they need a test, then a visit to the A/o specialist.

"The only hard part of being stuck in this storm is that I can't get to the drugstore," MK says wistfully. Unlike betas, an omega can get an accurate reading after a few days. They are like breeding machines and their hormone levels begin to change almost immediately, making it that much more frustrating to be unable to buy a home test.

Holly shares her longing for proof but knows as well as she does that she's pregnant. A/o people are deeply attuned to their bodies and their partners' as well. MK knows by how she feels inside, but Holly can see it in micro-details that would be impossible to put into words this early in pregnancy. Plus, she has a different scent.

"You know, we haven't done the taste test yet," Holly says. He runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.

Panic flashes in MK's eyes for just a split second.

"What is it? Don't you like that, honey?" he asks.

She smiles and sighs. "You don't miss much, do you, Alpha?"

"I see things, but I still need you to talk to me. You're one of the smartest people I've ever known, so I know you can communicate... if you trust me."

"I do trust you, that... haha, I almost said that goes without saying. I promise to be explicit," she says.

"Good. So, do you not like oral sex?" Holly's adopted his lovingly strict tone that drives her mad.

"I've never had it... done to me." MK blushes with shame. Not because she's had a dick in her mouth, but that she put that image in her Alpha's head. Even though it was long before they ever met, it feels outrageously wrong that she'd serve anyone but Holly, her true Master.

"Hey, hey... it's all right. I think most grown women have done that for their boyfriends. Why didn't they do the same for you?" he asks.

"Well, they were beta men... some came right out and told me they were turned off by the omega anatomy. After that, I just assumed that's how boyfriends felt because they never tried to go down on me and seemed to avoid touching it with their hands, too. I got the message that it's unappealing."

The Alpha makes a guttural sound. "I've been remiss, not reassurin' you that I love every part of you. To tell you the truth, I've just wanted to give you pleasure and I'm not sure I'm any good at that. I've done that with beta girls, too, and felt like I didn't know what I was doing. It didn't help that my ex faked it."

"How do you know? Holly, you're so sexy I feel close every time you touch me," MK says passionately.

He smiles at her wanton sweetness. An omega in love is truly a gift from the gods. He's so glad it's with him, a man who will appreciate such devotion. He's not used to feeling lusted after. It makes him feel ten feet tall.

"I could just tell. She liked being part of a couple. She was a romantic, but not passionate; she didn't have any animal instinct that I ever saw. Even for a beta, she was tame; her orgasms were polite, almost. Does that make sense?"

"You mean, do I understand what you're saying? I do, but it doesn't make sense why someone would fake with a partner and certainly not with a mate! If you make someone think you got off... you don't get to come for real. Your partner won't know how to please you. Maybe she just didn't have a strong sex drive and wanted to hide it because you're such a sensual man. Do you think she was afraid she'd lose you if she admitted sex wasn't that important to her?"

"I think that was it. I did end it because she's beta and a lower sex drive is part of that. Besides that, I didn't like being deceived during what's supposed to be the most intimate part of a relationship. Well, other than taking care of my mate," he adds quickly. "The way we feel about each other, you and me, is something I can't live without. It's lonelier than solitude, otherwise."

At the word "lonely" MK unconsciously grips his arm tighter. Holly is as strong mentally as he is physically, this she knows to be true, she just hates the thought of him enduring life without the kind of love she feels for him.

"That's why I started the omega restoration treatments. It was that or spend the rest of my life without intimacy because beta males had proved to be so toxic to me."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, except if anything had happened differently we might never have met," he says.

"In that case, I have no regrets at all. Not even the accident."

Holly takes in what she just said. "Not even the accident" was like saying she'd choose to give up a limb to be with him. He knows he shouldn't feel worthy of that, but he does. He knows just how he can express his feelings for her at the moment.

"How are you feeling, 'mega? Are you in pain?" Holly searches her eyes with his penetrating gaze.

"Only a little. My body feels like it's pinned down by its own weight it's so wiped out. My mind doesn't want to sleep ever again now that we share a bed."

"Don't worry, darlin'. You're mine when you're asleep, too. I'll still be here."

MK laughs musically. "Well, where else are you going to go, Alpha?"

Holly shifts away from her, just for a second, to sit up and stoke the fire. MK can't help but trace down the V of his back with her fingertips. His spine curves into her touch like a contented pet.

He closes the fireplace screen carefully, as his attention will be elsewhere for a while. "Beta guys can be really clueless. Deep down they're all too afraid of sex to appreciate the beauty of a woman's body."

MK bites her lip as she does when awaiting her Alpha's approval, whether it's some culinary delectation she made for him or the most private area of her body. Holly can't abide that expression that makes the fine worry lines appear on her brow.

"Please." He sounds no less dominant when he's sweet. Gently, he pries her knees apart. Even in the flattering firelight with the love of her life, she's reluctant to expose the only part of her that could never pass for beta. Yes, he's already seen it, but not as close as he wants to get...

"Honey, I've waited my whole life for this. You can't hide from me now." Flickers of orange firelight reflect in his dilated blue eyes.

MK swallows the lump in her throat, but answers mutely, letting her thighs fall open. She still wears her prosthetic to have two feet on the bed to keep her hips tilted up for him. Holly moves as graceful as a snake when he settles lower between her legs. "You don't need this right now," he states. "Okay if I take this off you?"

"Yes, Alpha."

Holly presses the button to release the vacuum seal and respectfully sets the sleek device aside. Without missing a beat he has her residual limb resting comfortably on his shoulder. She smiles up at him as she hugs him with her other leg. He doesn't have to ask if she's in pain from the position-she can't hide it from him and right now her cheeks have a healthy glow, her smile serene.

She gasps at the feeling of his fingertips on her pussy, tracing the plump outer labia, then the shimmery pink second row... then the inner layers that have emerged because her mate is so delicious it draws them out. They undulate gracefully and then she can't help but hold her breath. His exploring touch has found her short tentacles that move like a sea anemone in the current. They're activated and seek pleasure on their own by rubbing against each other and his fingers and then surrounding the pad of his fingertip to suck on it.

Holly laughs softly, but only with happiness and delight. "Something funny?" MK teases him because she's sure he's not being cruel.

"It's so beautiful. I think your religion is right when they say Eve was an omega. God outdid himself on this one."

"It's not weird to you? It is to me, sometimes" she admits.

"It's... exotic. It reminds me of some kind of flower that only grows on a remote island. Or maybe we're aliens," he says with a grin.

"Maybe aliens dropped me off at the orphanage to be raised by earthlings," she giggles.

"Like Superman. I believe it," he says.

"What's my superpower?"

Holly studies the pulsating, fluid movements of the pearlescent flesh. "The power to mesmerize me. Now there's no way I'm not gonna eat you out until you beg me to stop, 'mega." He smiles a pleased little Mona Lisa smile at his mate's shocked expression. Clearly, no one had ever talked to her like that before. 'If she only knew all the filthy phrases that go through my mind since I met her,' he thinks and makes a mental note to talk dirtier to her because he knows it will turn her on and bind them even closer.

Holly can no longer resist the beckoning motion of her exquisite "alien" parts. He plunges his face aggressively into her center like it's an oxygen mask he needs to breathe. In a way, that's almost not a flight of fancy; like MK, his Alpha spirit had been diminished because he'd starved it too long. Well, nearly too long. He knows that when the outside world thaws he'll emerge radiant with his own inner power.

His omega's flavor is a magical elixir. He's rock hard and all his senses are fully alive as they are when he's hunting. The biggest surprise is that he knows what to do with his tongue and lips instinctively as if her vagina's design guides him. Every kiss and caress with his tongue pulls a new sound of female pleasure from his omega.

Maybe it's because he's A/o, but his mate's pussy looks more like a map of how to please her than something freaky to be ignored or mistreated as an ordinary hole to use. He doesn't pity her for past hurt feelings; she's A/o so she's stronger than that. No, he's offended at the insult to his kind. The militant Alpha in Holly is galled by the losers who would take a beautiful omega to bed and fail to recognize her cunt as the superior entity it is. However, right now, he doesn't want betas or their world in their heads or in their bed. He inhales deeply to quiet his mind and the fragrance of his most satisfying sex dreams fills his nostrils and makes him high.

The point of his talented tongue finds the slit where a beta's clit would be. The omega sex is studded with clitorises close to the public bone that resemble rows of knuckles. The main clit is phallic and held inside like the sex organs of birds or reptiles. Holly patiently coaxes it to stretch the opening and make her squirm and moan. She starts to whimper at the direct contact of his flicking tongue. He fastens his lips over the sensitive head and sucks it until it's free and his omega moans, this time from relief. "Mmmm," she hums and Holly feels the vibration from his mouth to his cock.

MK plays with his messy hair and begins to rock her pelvis up to meet his face. She catches herself being needy.

"Sorry, my love," she whispers.

Holly eases his suction on her girly cock. "Don't you dare," he warns. "You're getting more flexible in the hips and I love it. I love you bein' free with me, sweetheart."

"I love you, Hollis."

Did she know the unexpected use of his real name would send a libidinal jolt all through his body? He takes her clit back into his mouth and swirls his tongue in a way that feels good on his own cock head. From her pleasure-cries, he can tell their shiny flesh is the same, though his is much bigger. MKs main clit is only the size of an average beta male's glans. The shaft is just long enough for Holly to fasten his lips around the erogenous underside of the bulb.

He slides a finger inside her to add to her ecstasy. Holly's confidence blooms as he settles into a rhythm that's delicious for both of them. MK's body is as responsive as a fine machine he engineered for himself. She's even more generous with her encouraging moans than she is in all quotidian things.

Holly quivers with anticipation when he hears a sharp, unmistakable note in her cries for God. Her hands in his hair become erratic as she tries to keep from shoving his face against her pussy. Then, to his great surprise, he hears, "Stop."

He raises up with an undone expression on his dripping face. "You want me to stop, babe?"

"Nnngh," she keens. "I want... for you to fuck me in our way. Please, Alpha."

He gives her a grin so sexy it makes her whine again. "You wanna come around my cock," he states, toying with her.

"Yeah... and you can be rough, if you want to, Alpha."

Though he has no desire to inflict pain, sex "their way" can get a little violent-looking. Omegas are built to take it when they are with their own kind; a beta male can't ready them inside, especially when he has no interest in appreciating her multifaceted pussy. Holly can give her what she's asked for and feels the adrenaline surge in his veins.

MK has yet to assume the position; she remains splayed out on her back with her head and shoulders propped up a little on a cushion. Her lips are parted and flushed. Her eyes scintillate in the firelight and from the fire reignited within her. Holly can't picture a more erotic image than his mate just like this, squeezing her tiny, firm tits and pulling the little handfuls of flesh away from the boyish pectoral muscles. Holly keeps his finger inside her, fucking her slowly as her inner petals ripple and suck on him. She lets go of her breasts to undo the messy bun atop her head and shakes out ropes of light auburn hair.

Holly feels the embarrassment that comes from realizing you've underestimated someone's greatness and failed to treat them with appropriate respect. MK was special-that he could see right away. She was unusual, too. But the sight of her now shows him she's a Queen among omegas. She's quite literally "turned on" in the sense that who she truly is has been dialed back until now, or perhaps it was some defect in him that made him unable to see it. Had he been treating her right or had he been condescending without realizing it?

"Turn over, beautiful," he growls to play the part. Holly wonders if there is a word for "roleplay" when what you're performing is really you.

Her smile flashes brightly. She swiftly turns herself over with a grace that makes it appear one leg is merely invisible, not missing. MK places a pillow underneath the scarred end of her leg to keep her even on all fours. Holly strokes her bony back. Her ribs show only as much as those of a healthy working animal. Holly notices that she's put on a whisper of muscle in the past few days; he holds her in the positions they chose to make love, but it seems she'd been putting in more effort than she let on. She's stronger and more limber from becoming his lover and it's more than he'd hoped for when he prayed to make her healthy again. Yet somehow knowing she's carrying his pups doesn't surprise him at all; of course, they'd bond and breed.

MK wipes her mouth on the back of her hand at the sight of her Alpha's heavy hard-on swaying in front of him where he kneels behind her. She then turns away, lowers her head, and lifts her tailbone higher in submission. Holly slides through her slick to enter her and they both sigh at the uncanny feeling they've always done this. He covers her hand with his and nips her neck. Yes, his real home has been inside her for many lifetimes. If she belongs anywhere in this world, then it's right here, held captive on her Alpha's cock.

Holly probably doesn't have to worry about knotting after their breeding marathon. This was about a bonded pair binding themselves tighter by bringing each other to ecstasy. He decides if he asks again how she's feeling his concern will become annoying or make her feel he sees her as an invalid, which couldn't be further from the truth. He gives her an extravagant thrust that makes their bodies slap together obscenely.

MK's scream is truly wild, like a bird of prey or a furious mustang. Yes, this is more like it. None of this girly beta "oh, oh, oh" bullshit. His mate screams again as she grips him inside and rolls her hips in something like a figure 8 to indulge in his heft and size and gorgeous shape.

Holly winds her hair around his hand until his fist is held tight against her scalp. He licks her neck and holds her in place when he sets a rhythm she won't be able to match, just enjoy. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, Master" she breathes, nearly unable to speak.

"Every day, 'mega... because you're mine and I'm yours."

"God, Holly, you're making me come. Oh, so fucking perfect..."

He checks in with his body to make sure he won't lose himself in pleasure and hurt her with his knot. No, that heavy feeling is just his balls; they're always heavy and full because he's an Alpha, and more so with his mate in his arms. MK begins to give off pregnancy scent like steam from a hot spring. It's a combination of her everyday omega scent and him because he impregnated her. Their bond has its own perfume that drives him to fuck her deep and hard.

MK sobs through multiple orgasms, partly from the frustration that the final release eludes her. Her erogenous zones, inside and out, light up then go dark like fireflies. It's beautiful, but what she needs is that blast of white light that shatters the body and wipes the mind pristine for a moment.

The dependent and servile side an omega shows to her Alpha now begs him. She begs him not to stop and begs him to cool the fire in her pussy and the exquisite ache in its phallic clit. Inspiration strikes Holly.

"You let me eat you. I'll let you drink me, if you wanna," he offers in a harsh whisper.

"Yes! Yes, I want it, my love!"

"That's my sweet omega."

He withdraws, dripping, and in an athletic move, shifts himself to introduce her to mutual respect.

Holly knows that if she's never been on the receiving end of oral sex, then sixty-nine will be a new treat for her. At least, he hopes so. Every assumption he makes about her religiosity seems to be wrong, yet still, he awaits the time he'll shock his saintly mate.

"We can use our mouths on each other," he says casually. "You might find it more comfortable to take me in at this angle."

MK's eyes light up and her lips form an adorable O. 'She already looks like a living fuck doll,' he thinks. "What do you think?" he asks.

"I think I love that I ended up bonded to an exciting Alpha like you. Um, how do you want me?"

"Straddle my face, facing away, and lay on your belly. You can use your mouth however feels comfortable for you. I should tell you, though, I'm close and there's a lot to swallow, if you like it, sweetheart."

"Mmm, that sounds delicious. Will you be able to breathe like that?"

Holly chuckles. "What kind of Alpha would I be if I got suffocated under the pussy of a hundred-pound female?"

"It's 110, actually, with my leg on."

"Oh, well, that changes everything," he deadpans.

"Seriously?"

"Hell, no. Now sit on my face, 'mega."

MK revels in the new position. She can take her magnificent Alpha into her mouth without the pain in her jaw from keeping her mouth so wide open. She can even suck him into the entrance of her throat. Holly's never experienced real fellatio and his mate serves him so proudly it nearly brings him to tears. Each time he moans she squirms her pelvis until they find themself locked in sync. Their grinding transforms naturally into humping. Holly lets his mate set the pace and is overjoyed that she has a powerfully carnal side. He realizes it's a type of wisdom: That there is a time for holy devotion and spirituality, but if you're going to have sex, rut like a beast.