Holly Ch. 10

"I didn't even break a sweat," Holly says as he stoops to kiss MK.

"You didn't burst into flames, either," she laughs. "How was that for you?"

"I think... how do I put this? Well, I think I might be immune. I didn't hate it at all, but I can't say I felt anything, either. What you get from it might be something I can't feel."

"Fair enough. Honestly, I didn't get too much today, either," she says with an odd smile.

"Oh, not because I was there, I hope. Not that I'm tryin' to get out of going to church in the future," he adds.

"Well, yes, Alpha-it was because you were there. I was much more focused on your body than my soul. Maybe it's a weird preggo craving, but I've got to suck your cock right now. Thinking about it distracted me."

Holly's eyebrows shoot upward. He glances around. "Even when we met your priest?" he rasps excitedly. They're standing in the church parking lot where stragglers still trudge through the slush to their vehicles.

"Yeah, and I was so worried I'd blurt out the wrong word, as I do! I didn't, did I?" she asks as an afterthought.

Holly grins his sexy grin and flicks his hair back. MK can see by the way he shifts his weight side to side that he's returned to his lively, physical self after having been still (other than prompts to stand or kneel) and bored for most of the morning. "No, you were fine. And we're getting married next month, or did you miss that part, babe?"

"That wouldn't slip by me, Alpha." MK licks her lips slowly, then takes her chapstick from her purse to smear on a protective coating for stretched-wide lips in cold, dry weather. It's not subtle.

"Damn. Okay. Where's a safe spot for me to give ya what you need?" Holly asks. "We better be fast-my truck being the only one left in the parking lot might draw attention."

MK's head swivels around on her thin neck like a swan. Her slate-blue eye focuses on an area about 30 yards away near the back of the churchyard. "There," she says. "What about behind that thing?" she asks about a garden shed.

"Looks like a place meant to get up to no good," he agrees.

"I think I can make it good, Master."

"Yeah, I know you can. I'm so hard already..." Holly glances around them once more. "C'mon."

They walk as casually as they're able to with her limp and his erection. They may as well be whistling an innocent tune as they stroll to where they're not supposed to be.

Behind the old shed, MK wipes her lips, already drooling. She walks her hands down the front of her mate's body to kneel in the snow at his feet. She gazes up into his eyes. Holly's always impressed by the contrast between the coldness of the color and the calescence of the expression. She rubs up and down his thighs, teasing him by grazing the outline of his cock as lightly as possible. She leans in to rub its hard length against her cheek, taking care to keep her greasy lips off his trousers.

Holly groans his approval of her opening steps. He does something that he doesn't realize drives her crazy: He stands with his hips pushes slightly forward, his hands interlaced behind his head, where, instead of tangling in his hair, they rest on his black knit cap.

"Mmm, oh, M, yes baby, Mary..." he purrs as she kneads and caresses him adoringly. It's her name, but it sounds sacrilegious in this setting. He wonders if she merely needs him urgently, and it doesn't matter where they are or if she doesn't get off a little on being the bad Catholic girl. He won't push, only slyly test her: He respects what's important to her in life since before he was in it.

"May I?" she asks because she's submissive to him and thinks of this as a treat for her more than service to him.

"The pair bond has made you such a good slut. Yeah, you can have me now, 'mega."

She unzips him as he observes her, disbelieving that a mature woman like her could look at his naked form with such pure delight. She sighs like the reverence she feels causes her physical pain.

"Alpha... you're so fucking gorgeous. I... I can't believe how beautiful you are," she stammers. She's not bothered to wipe her mouth this time, so the scent glands and saliva flow freely down her chin.

Holly's aware that his kind supposedly has the prettiest cocks, but it's hard to feel that way about your own body. Still, one hears (and overhears) the superlatives: Alphas have the hardest erections, are as big as can be without sacrificing beautiful proportion with the rest of their powerful bodies. Plus, they have that striking A/o skin that is so smooth it resembles blown glass with filaments of pink, violet, and blue running through it. The ridges they have aren't usually visible but protrude inside their partners to fill up their receptive omega pussies.

Holly's never been keen on being objectified like his body's a sex toy, but the way his mate gazes at him like he's a feast just for her excites him even more. When his groin muscles flex to make the heavy round head bob before her lips, he wonders if he needs to remind her not to bite into it.

MK takes him with both hands and bows her head to inhale his scent that's sharp and sweet like wild berries. She looks like she could be at prayer, then she runs them up and down his shaft twice before switching her grip to pull up gently, hand over hand. Holly moans his approval.

She touches the tip of her tongue to his delicate little slit and a hot, thin liquid begins to trickle out. It has a silken feel and salty taste to make a lovely glaze for the delicacy of the master's cock.

"Mmm!" she exclaims with her mouth full of his glans. Her eyes water from the effort, but Holly can see bliss there. Her noises of piggy pleasure become actual snorts and sloppy wet slurps. Holly lightly guides her head, but just the slightest indication of what he wants has her vigorously rocking back and forth on her knees. One side wouldn't feel the snow and the other, flesh-and-blood limb ignores it, though it's only covered by a thick, winter-weight stocking. The omega's focus is singular. It's spectacular.

"You're gettin' so fucking good at this, honey. Such a good girl for your Alpha," Holly says lovingly, though his voice is ragged and harsh from the cold and the A/o equivalent of testosterone displacing his everyday chemistry. Outside of his breeding cycle, or incidents like the one at Bonnie's, moments of extreme sexual arousal like this are the closest an A/o comes to being something other than human. Many betas think of A/os as another species, which, of course, is silly-they can have children with betas and most have beta relatives. There is no good way to describe the rush of alphadrine without admitting they have something akin to a drug in their bodies or sounding like they're boasting that their peak experiences are miles higher than a beta's best moments. But they are.

MK squeals at the praise, in heaven to be giving her mate such pleasure. She grips his open fly to pull him deeper. Holly responds cautiously but is soon amazed by how much she can take today. Her subtle church-going mascara is a mess under her eyes and drool and omega scent from the stretched corners of her lips drips onto her dress coat. She could not care less; she's lost in the moment, feeding an unrelenting appetite as much as working to please her mate. She tugs insistently at his clothes.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, darlin'? You sure about that?" he asks, more a tease than a sane Dom's caution.

MK nods as much as she can with his solid flesh stabilizing her head.

"Tell me, woman."

Her reluctance makes him grin; he feels like a king that his Queen is visibly grumpy about releasing his cock.

"Yeah. Yes, Alpha," she pants. She's breathing hard and rhythmically like she's been running but isn't out of breath. "I can take it. I want to. Please."

The tone in that "please" is almost too much for Holly.

"Fuck. I'm close, so just a little. Then I'm gonna need ya on all fours. I have to come in your cunt."

"Mmm!" she answers eagerly, her mouth stuffed full again. Holly feels the air suddenly expel as he takes her breath away. He wasn't kidding about fucking her face. He shoves into her throat and then again. MK moans encouragements, sputtering and occasionally choking a little. She holds herself steady and strong to take the force of his irrumatio.

Holly watches from above, as that's half the pleasure; for an experience as fine as this, it's best to indulge all the senses. He sees that she's not just bracing against his rough handling, but she's kneeling tall because she's proud. Holly can see that she understands he's not using her so roughly because he doesn't respect her, but because he knows her strength. He knows this is what she's craving and to treat an omega with kid gloves all the time is insulting to them. Holly knows a bit about the ways of their kind, but understands his mate because of their specific pair bond. The fact that she's so open and communicative doesn't hurt, either. He thrusts down her warm, open throat and her response is lower this time, coming from a deeper place.

Holly recognizes it as one of the sounds she made when he knotted and got her pregnant. She's close to coming, and it brings him precariously close, too.

Holly is ready to lose himself in orgasm, but for the moment, his senses are merely heightened to enjoy every delight. However, MK's fantastic blowjob is not all they pick up. They are not alone.

MK doesn't see the interloper, but Holly does and what he does next makes him ashamed of himself even at the time: He ignores him. Holly wants to be satisfied and determines that the stranger isn't a threat. He takes in the sight of the kid through narrowed eyes that could appear closed. He knows he should tell MK, but doesn't. They've already been "caught," so what difference does it make? Thus his fevered brain justifies letting her continue as she is on her knees.

Holly pulls out, gently but firmly holding her back from him. The cold air is a thrill all over his wet shaft. MK already knows what he wants from her. She hastily turns around, gets on all fours, and raises her hem. Her ass is angular like an animal's haunches in this position and not much darker than the snow. Her buttocks are divided by a black thong with a lace ruffle at the waistband. She'd remembered his instructions when she dressed this morning, of course. Again, Holly's mind works double-time to justify his questionable actions: He'll cover her body with his so the kid can't see her, just the obscene animalistic fuck he'll give her.

Holly strokes down her cleft and stretches the thong to one side. She groans with relief when he penetrates her with two fingers. He slides them in and out a few times before pressing into one of her slippery pleasure-spots. He grinds his fingertip into it as she pants and tosses her head, so eager for more of him.

"Master," she breathes. 'Oh, Holly, I love you..."

Holly's heart lurches from the secret he's suddenly keeping and only to slake his carnal desires. He is too good to go through with it, horny and aching for her or not. When he bends around her body, her hips snap up, arching her spine, so that he can get inside her more easily. It's not to fuck, but to whisper in her ear that he covers her with his body.

"MK... someone's looking at us, babe. I don't think we have to stop... I don't think he's about to run and tell on us."

"What? Who?" she asks, as delirious as he is if she thinks he'd know the person.

"Teenage boy, eighteen, nineteen, with a tent in his pants. Musta have come back here to smoke or rub one out. He's still standin' there just 'round the corner of the shed."

"Oh... he's not moving?" she whispers.

"No, I think he wants to see more. Want to stop, darlin'?"

"Please. Please don't stop."

Holly suddenly gets the concept of safewords. 'No' always meant no to Hollis, not that anyone ever said it to him. "Is that 'continue,' or 'Please. Don't. Stop'?"

"Oh," she chuckles softly, understanding. "Continue, if you want to, Alpha. I trust you. If you think it's okay, I want to fuck."

"Oh, thank Christ," Holly exhales. Not that he gets to come, but that he told her the truth. He can't believe he almost didn't and wouldn't deserve anything he has planned for the rest of the day.

"Master's learning to pray," MK giggles. "See, attending church is worth your while, Alpha."

"Wiseass omega. Take your punishment," he growls.

Holly does thrust into her hard enough that it could count as discipline. For the second time today, he's outdoors taking his mate in the A/o way, her damaged body on her hands and knees, her beautiful omega pussy gushing around him. Holly feels so much power and joy that it is like feeling the holy spirit flow through him. It's probably just an alphadrine imbalance-Holly's acutely aware something bizarre is happening to his body. He hopes it doesn't stop. Right now, he's flying from the feeling of being fully alive.

'She's getting stronger, too,' he notices. His mate has just one hand on the ground; the other appears to be frigging her clit to speed her to her climax.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Holly revels in being more of the hardass Dom today. She responds to his mood beautifully.

"I'm sorry, Master! No, you didn't tell me I could do it," she answers in a cute little voice.

Holly places his hand on the back of her neck and squeezes. "That's all right, girl. Ask me now."

"Please, Alpha, may I touch my clit?" she begs sincerely.

"That's how a good girl begs. You may. Go ahead, honey. Want your cum all over my dick."

It doesn't take much more than that. MK slaps her phallic clit lightly as Holly moans for want of a mirror to watch that. He swats her fingers out of the way to crush her omega erection in his big, icy palm. It's hot enough to feel like it's burning his numbed skin. He can see her back and shoulders shuddering with enough intensity that, in his mind, he can hear her screaming in orgasmic ecstasy.

What his ear can perceive is the loud squish of her ejaculate and when he adds his own, the last few thrusts are increasingly liquescent. Holly smirks, 'Bet he never heard nothin' like that in his porn searches... unless A/o porn is what he's into.'

Holly's hand still grips the back of MK's neck. He relaxes it and pets her hair soothingly. "Ready to go, honey?" he asks.

"Mmm, yeah. Brrr! Wait-is what's-his-face still there?"

Holly listens intently. His hunter's hearing picks up faint, quick breaths.

"He's still there, breathin' hard," he says, chuffing.

"Better let him walk away first. If it's who I think it is, he doesn't deserve to be humiliated."

"You're a good person, Mary Katherine. I was thinking that too-the world doesn't need another alphaphobe and us catching him beating off to us... things like that make them take it out on our kind."

"Let's make some noises like we're getting up now, though. I'm too pregnant to be on the cold ground."

"Fuck. Since ya put it that way, BETTER GET YOU SOMEPLACE WARM," Holly says way too loudly.

When they rise and straighten their sex dishabille, the boy has fled.

"I suppose it's good I have you to drive me to Mass-that was the van driver. Having to come to our house every Sunday might torture him."

"Or it'll be the highlight of his week. Damn," Holly sums up, dazed.

In Holly's truck, they realize how cold they are, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants and laughs as they rub their hand together in front of the heating vents. "Don't worry, babe. It'll get hot in here quick."

"Is that so, Alpha?" she replies seductively.

"Again?!"

"No, not quite yet, but soon. I'm hungry for food now. Perhaps a hot chocolate.. with whipped cream, a little dusting of cinnamon and some dark chocolate shavings..."

"So nothing in particular," he says dryly.

"Wouldn't it be funny if I'm not pregnant and it's just being in love with you that makes everything more delicious?"

"Hmm." Hollis realizes that no, that wouldn't be funny at all. He wants this. More than he ever thought he would. "Guess that would make me a very lucky guy, to be loved like that."

"What's wrong?" MK asks. Damn. Old A/os perceive the subtlest tells.

"Nothing's wrong. Why?"

"Holly, I saw that shadow cross your eyes. There's a thought that troubles you. Is it something I said or did to upset you?" she asks calmly.

"No, no. How could you upset me? You're my angel. I guess I just realized I want you to be pregnant more than not. I didn't wanna say so because I'd hate for you to think you let me down. I know what you went through and that it's amazing you even survived. Thank god you did. That's what matters to me. If I never met you and made you my mate, I'd be like a widower and never even know it. My life would just be all wrong without you, pups or no pups."

There are no words to say, so the omega places her hand on his shoulder and meaningfully digs her fingertips in enough for him to feel it through warm layers. They breathe together for a spell in long contented breaths.

"Let's go get you your hot chocolate, sweetheart," he says softly. If he tries to speak more right now, he might cry. It's not that he cries at the drop of a hat, but that years of emotional life have been compressed into a sliver of time. Tears are almost a purely physiological response, akin to the reflex to vomit after too much strong drink, no matter how ambrosial.

Holly starts to drive down the street. The Catholic church is in a residential neighborhood, very Rockwell-esque. He'll take her to the town center, not far from where they had dinner last night. He glances over at his mate as she watches some kids frolic with their puppy in the snow. It's a happy sight, but the look on her face is something other than cheer. It's positively maternal, with a wise and melancholy cast to it, much like the Madonna paintings in the church that had captured his interest that morning. 'Hope this works out better for us,' he thinks darkly.

His phone is still connected to the car stereo because, with MK by his side, a phone is just a storage space for songs that used to mean something to him.

"Do you want music? You can take a look," he says, feeling oddly vulnerable. Would his tastes seem childish? Would he still be the alpha she admires if she looks through his selections?

"Sure. You know, it crossed my mind you might be one of those 'I don't really care about music' people. Maybe it's just that I couldn't guess what you like to hear," she says. She scrolls through with a big smile of recognition on her face and makes little, 'ah!'s and 'oh!'s. "This one! Depeche Mode." She looks over at him. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"Why's that, now?" he asks, intrigued.

"Because it's sexy. And it doesn't get old."

MK puts on a thumping remix of "Heaven." "Owwow!" she whoops and begins to dance in the passenger seat. Hollis grins and turns it up louder than he'd ever care to listen to it. His omega turns her head side to side to the beat, bouncing her shoulders, tracing little patterns in the air with poised fingertips. It puts images in his head, how he'd like to see her on a dancefloor wearing something short and fetishistic that shows off her agile metal leg as well as plenty of the residual limb and, well, all of her. As he drives, he steals glances at her as she gets down and pictures her with her hair loose, a sheen of sweat on her skin, blissed out to the beat.

Could they do that for real? If he wants to take her out dancing, he'd better come up with something soon: A/o gestation happens in six months, not nine. Maybe he'll ask her to do it for him at home. Ask? It's within his rights as her capital A Alpha to tell her what he desires.

MK turns down the volume as they drive more slowly through town. They'll probably attract enough attention just by being who they are together without shouting, 'Hey, check us out!" There are lots of people on the streets this Sunday. After the ice storm, everybody wants to be out to enjoy the anticipation of Christmas.