Holly Ch. 07

Perhaps her unique upbringing left her with a lack of vanity. Holly's not used to a woman who doesn't try to fuck pretty. MK flushes to her cute little tits. She sweats. He sees in her reflection in the dark window pane that she lets her face contort rather than remain composed like a selfie. Holly's been inside of women, sure, but he realizes maybe he's never been fucked by one.

His fevered thoughts are pushed aside by his mate about to explode in orgasm. MK's muffled wails of pleasure quiet and Holly hears the sweet sound of her panting. Her hips squirm as Holly sucks her big queenly clit. A small burst of precum fills her mouth and she responds with a startled sound and frantic motion. They are both right there, so close, with their fingers dug into each other's silken A/o skin. Holly uses all his self-control not to grab her hair and irrumate her until his semen pours into her stomach.

When MK comes, she nearly drowns him. Holly could die happy and moaning from complete satisfaction. He trembles beneath her as an inhuman load of cum bursts into his mate's throat; they are now full of each other's essence, like a blood pact.

MK rolls off of him and crawls to rest her head on the front of his shoulder.

"How do you feel about cigarettes after sex?" he asks.

"Do you mean the band or having a smoke?"

He chuckles. "I meant an actual cigarette."

"Well, that used to be my favorite cigarette, but I don't think I can anymore."

"Oh? I didn't realize you quit. I saw the ashtray and figured you had one occasionally."

"It's for the pups, honey. I want them to have every advantage, including being born healthy."

"Shit. I wasn't thinking straight. See? You're a good mother already," he says and holds her tighter against him. "Can you feel that?" he asks.

"Feel what? I feel lots of things at the moment."

"I meant, can you feel how proud I am that I've got a Queen for my omega?"

The two fall silent for a long moment. "I'm not entirely sure what that word means to our kind. I haven't known many A/os and I'm fairly sure none were queens, Alpha. How do you know?"

"You have all the qualities of an omega Queen; now that you're a mother, I can see it. Queens are breeders who exemplify everything wonderful about omegas. You're loving and empathic, giving, submissive... but also brave and powerful in a feminine way." Holly pats her belly before concluding: "When you start to show or are holding our pups, everyone will be able to see it. Betas will just think you're sexy as hell. A/os will know why."

"I'm glad that's how you see me. Isn't it a matter of opinion, though?"

"Nope. It's a fact," Holly says stubbornly. "With time, you'll see that I'm right."

They cuddle closer together like they're trying to climb inside each other.

"Holly, if I'm a Queen, what does that make you?" she asks.

"I hoped you wouldn't ask. It makes me your Alpha. There's no special word."

"Because you all think of yourselves as kings?" MK laughs sleepily.

"Yes, actually. Ain't that just typical?"

"There's no one like you. Not even another male Alpha."

"Sleep now, my omega. You're overtired," he purrs in his soothing voice.

"Good night, my love."

"Sweet dreams, angel."

*****

MK stands in front of the full-length mirror on the inside of her closet door. It's not part of her daily routine; she knows what she looks like and how her clothes fit. Today she stands in her underwear turning side to side with her fingers resting lightly on her flat belly. No, nothing to see yet, she realizes with a disappointed sigh. She throws on leggings and a cute off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and goes to the window before heading downstairs.

It's a big thaw. Her driveway looks like a pond. Sunlight sparkles in the water droplets that rain from all the tree branches like natural Christmas tinsel. It many ways, it's good that they will no longer be trapped in the house. It also means the honeymoon is over. Holly will return to work and she'll have to share him with the outside world.

She goes to the kitchen and the thought of a shopping trip to buy fresh foods cheers her up. She's kept them well-fed, but they've run out of fruits, greens, and fresh herbs that serve as her signature (and work with the love magic).

On her way, she peeks into the living room to find her man still asleep in a greedy skydiver's pose. He swims his arms and legs in the blankets a little and smiles in her direction with his eyes still closed. He's aware of her even in a deep sleep.

She slips away. She's looking forward to morning coffee, then remembers she shouldn't have it. She compromises with lower-caffeine green tea. As the water boils, she replays last night in her head, especially one part.

"Queen," is what her Alpha had called her with certainty. She was raised to believe that pride is a sin. She finds herself in the strange predicament of believing both ideas to be true. If it was a fact, as Holly had stated, then it wasn't pride to carry herself like a queen, just so long as it didn't go to her head so much she looks ridiculous. She was 40 and long overdue to feel good about herself. If her delicious Alpha mate sees her as A/o royalty, she wouldn't disobey him by arguing.

She should hold her head higher and project self-confidence she's never felt. The lack of fear needed to do her job was different than belief in herself. She rationally believed she could pull off stunts without being killed and, if she was injured, her omega pain threshold would serve her well. Of course, she never pictured an amputation, but she's not stupid and must have known that was a possibility.

No, that had just been a job more adventurous than most, but it didn't affect her self-esteem one way or the other. Riding through fire or taking an ass-kicking never left her feeling like a queen. Holly makes her feel that way. It gives her shivers through her pinned-together spine; falling so fast for a man like Holly did make sense (most people would), but to let him change how she sees herself is a shock. As an A/o, it's a version of herself she should show her young, especially if any of them are female. It seems to MK like a positive way to raise children in a society so prejudiced against them, letting them see their mother as a Queen.

She jumps when her phone rings. It's a local number she doesn't recognize, so probably yet another call from her church to make she's all right. They don't know what to make of a young woman who prefers to live alone in the woods. She wonders what they'll make of Holly, she thinks, smiling.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um, I'm trying to reach Hollis and he called from this number once before. I think his phone might not be working."

"Oh, is this Damian? I think his phone might just be switched off, but it's fine that you called this number. I'll bring you to him. Just a moment."

MK presses Holly's warm, bare shoulder to affectionately wake him.

"It's Damian," she whispers.

*****

"Hi Damian," he drawls, before noticing it's late morning on a sparkling, spring-like day. "Oh shit! Did I miss work? I can be there-

"No, I didn't open today. This weather took everyone by surprise. I figured we'd get back to it on Monday."

"Okay, sure. Monday..."

Damian laughs. "It's Saturday, Holly. Man, you're in your own world over there!"

"I did sleep in, sorry man."

"Why are you sorry for sleeping late on a day off? I'm not calling about work, anyway. Elle's going stir-crazy and wants to go out to dinner tonight. The roads should be all clear by then. She asked me to invite you and your lady friend."

Hollis chuckles at that. "Sure, I'll ask my lady friend right now."

"You know, on the phone, she sounds like a kid."

"That's probably true. She's got a different voice in bed."

"You sound like you're in love, my friend."

Holly replies with a simple yes. He nearly told him it's more than "in love" because they're A/o. It's deeper, more intense, and everlasting. However, that would be like telling his happily married friend he didn't know what real love is, that Holly and MK have a superior bond, and that would be terribly rude. So "yes" is all he says.

He finds MK in her workout room jumping rope.

"Damian just wanted to invite us to go out to dinner tonight with him and his wife, Elle. I told him I'd ask you and get back to him."

"Yes, that will be nice! Hope they approve of me."

Holly realizes she's not entirely kidding. "Course they will! You'll like them, too. Hey, about the jumping... you think that's a good idea?"

Her first thought seems to be that he's referring to her prosthetic leg. She looks down at it and then realizes: the pups.

"Can this hurt them? I didn't think so..."

"I know. I'm not sure, either. Maybe you can skip instead?" he suggests.

MK takes it down to a lower impact skip. It's clearly not as much fun to her as bouncing off her well-engineered metal foot. "Like this, Alpha?"

Holly smiles and exhales. It was his first test of that aspect of the Alpha/omega relationship: He gets to tell her what to do, though always with what's best for her in mind. So far, his mate doesn't get bratty about it. He notes this, and also decides he'll rarely use this privilege.

"Yes, my love."

Some trees have fallen across the driveway, so Holly spends the afternoon chopping them up to replace some of the firewood they've gone through during the storm. He loves the crisp air and the exercise, as well as having something to do to take care of his mate and their home. He climbs a ladder to check the roof for damage even though he could just wait for the electricity to come back on. That struck him as irresponsible; he takes MK's decision to accept him as her Alpha seriously and that meant keeping up with the maintenance of the home she loves so much. Omegas are notoriously house-proud. Not in an ostentatious way, but the belief in a healthy, orderly home runs deep, especially in breeders.

Finally, it's time to get cleaned up and emerge after what feels like a months-long blissful dream. It seems fitting that they'd be going out to celebrate with friends. It occurs to Holly that he's about to introduce people who are "like family" to his family, which is MK.

"Can I wear this?" MK asks.

Holly's jaw drops because there she is: his Queen.