Holly Ch. 11

"Perfect. Why are you still dressed?" Holly drawls.

MK wears yoga pants, a tank top, and a chunky cardigan, an outfit Holly loves as it calls to his tingling hands to caress and pluck from the boney curves to which it clings. With quick, deliberate movements, he has her naked as he is. He can feel the heat of her skin up and down the front of his body. It feels like love turned into life-giving energy. He needs all of it and crushes her against him to take it all and return it to her, his babies within her.

Holly feels overwhelmed with connection. He's so much more than he's ever been now that part of him grows inside a mate who loves him like an uncontrollable blaze. He's grounded and lighter at the same time, like he's rooted and can use that energy from the earth to fly. He doesn't "have a family" like they are his possessions (though MK is his), he's in a family where he belongs at long last. He's been lost for a long time. In his last serious relationship, he'd been more lost than he knew. What she'd had of him and felt so sure about wasn't much more than a hologram of Hollis Graves. He knew he had to leave, but never felt so sure about the decision until now. Without his omega, nothing else could do.

"I'm going with you tomorrow to the doctor's," he tells her in a low, thick-tongued timbre.

"I know. I mean, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist getting the first look at them," MK replies in a breathy omega tone. She sounds delighted, if unsurprised. "I'm happy you'll be with me. I get to show off my Alpha to the A/os who know me."

"Aw, shucks," he says. She giggles.

"Holly," she breathes, "at the risk of creating a monster, I wonder if you have any idea how stunning you are. Elle even asked me if you're even pretty for an alpha... neither of us has ever seen a man like you before."

Holly looks down into his mate's eyes. About himself, he has no idea how to respond. Instead, he deflects: "Elle told Damian she finds you very attractive. He thinks she might even be attracted to you and... maybe wants something to happen."

Well, he'd intended to fuck her first before introducing this idea so she'd be at her most receptive, but, with Holly, if it's on his mind, it's on his lips, or else he's silent. He's not a guy with game. To paraphrase Damian's earlier remark, with eyes like those, he's never needed to learn any games. Just his looks, that voice, and on occasion, the smell of alpha body chemistry have been enough to keep women off-balance.

"Elle? I didn't know she was... then again, why would I? For an intuitive, I have terrible gaydar," MK laughs nervously.

"Well nobody's sayin' she's gay. What about you? You never wondered what it would be like?" he asks gently.

"Do you mean the sex part, or having a woman for an Alpha?" MK asks. Of course, MK is too complicated to keep this conversation simple, Holly thinks.

"The sex part," he answers. "The other ain't worth considering because you were meant to be mine."

"Well... Elle is my type, if I have a type. I like her style. I like blondes, too. And I guess if you're going to be with a woman just once, why not go for one with huge tits," she laughs. "Not sure what she'd want with me," she adds with a furrowed brow.

Holly growls. "You ain't allowed to talk like that about yourself. You're beautiful-" Holly catches himself before saying, 'in your own way,' having a feeling that doesn't sound the way he means it.

MK steps in closer to rub her cheek against his smooth chest. "Are you asking me to do something for you, my Alpha?" she purrs.

"Not for me... only if you'd like it. Consider it a wedding present-if you want the experience, I'm lettin' you know it don't bother me."

MK slides her cool hands between them and wraps them around her Alpha's semi-hard cock. Holly moans freely as she pulls up gently, feather-touches her fingertips around the head, and strokes back down to squeeze its thick base with a firm grip.

"How is it you know she wants this?" MK asks curiously.

Holly exhales the rest of a long moan luxuriously. "Mmm, I think anyone would want this, M," he answers. She sighs. "D-Damian brought it up. He's going to ask her, too."

"So you boys made a little plan for a playdate for us? How adorable," MK teases.

"Something like that. Are you m-mad?" Holly stammers as she caresses his dick more assertively. She's pulled the skin back to smear pre-cum all over his silky head, playing with the fluid, pumping his shaft lightly to release more.

"No, not at all. I think it's sweet. And how refreshing that you guys don't even want to watch!"

"Um, about that..."

She giggles again because she knew already the men hadn't discussed permitting their women and walking away. "I think I'd want you there, my Love. Nothing really turns me on as much as you do. And then it would be rude to leave Damian out..."

Holly opens his eyes and tilts her chin up to look into hers. It feels uncanny how they arrived at the same conclusion. "Are you, uh, readin' me through my dick?" he asks her.

She grins. "No, you just have a clever omega. Yes. You can tell them I say yes, just don't make it sound like it was my idea! That would be sort of embarrassing next time I see Elle."

Firelight glints off Holly's teeth. "Okay, and you can always change your mind, 'mega. You don't have to do things like this to keep me happy," he says and grips her thin shoulders emphatically.

"I should hope I don't have to spice things up yet... it's still been less than two weeks!"

"Fuck. You're right... it just feels like it must be longer for me to feel this strong about you."

She smiles. "Have me now, Alpha. Please."

In a fluid motion, Holly sweeps her up almost horizontal and lays her down flat on her back so swiftly she cries out. "Are you okay?" he asks, surprised he'd hurt her.

"Yes, but now the room is spinning! How did you do that?"

"Magic," he replies. He kneels at her side, admiring her form in the warm, primal glow of a crackling fire. There is still no baby bump, which would be normal for a beta woman, but it's not ridiculous to look for it on an omega. Their bodies begin to transform right away, even when the pups are still zygotes. It seems MK's body is taking its time. It doesn't worry Holly that not everything about their union is happening in a mad rush. Maybe there is just not enough blood flowing to his brain at the moment for him to be worried about anything. He's nothing but need and energy to meet that need-his body doesn't seem to remember he's had a long day bent over his work. When he stretches out to hover over his mate with the length of his whole body, he feels sensual all over in anticipation of entering her wet pussy.

When an impatient squeal escapes her lips, Holly slips his hand between them to feel just how much she needs him, too. The omega features of her cute pussy are excited and the little tentacles curl around his finger. It reminds him of a baby's fingers gripping.

"You did miss me, girl," he purrs.

"Yes, Alpha. I need you so bad."

"Good!" he growls as he glides through her beautifully strange layers of pink petals. "Oh! Oh, my love," he gasps. Inside, she's burning up and her omega pleasure spots have swelled into her version of a girly hard-on, eager for the most friction against her Alpha's thick cock. "Oh, God!" he begins a long stream of curse words brought on by insane pleasure.

"Ngh!" his mate shrieks in fulfillment. It's an eerie, animal sound, completely unself-conscious. Holly rears up to gaze down on her triumphantly. Her eyes shut tight, her mouth opens wide to release the flow of whiny moans. "Oh, oh, ohhh, god, Alpha, yes!" Holly tosses his hair from his eyes and thrusts into her light and fast, like a runner ready to carry her to heights she needs only him to reach.

"You feel so good, 'mega... how you hold me inside," he pants sweetly into her ear.

"I ... love... how you... feel," she replies as his hips drive the breath out of her lungs, making it harder to speak. Holly presses his thumb into her mouth. "That's okay, you don't gotta talk right now, baby. Mmm," he adds when he feels her tongue swirling around obscenely. As if to help him imagine what that could feel like on a more erogenous spot, MK pinches his nipple, then rubs like she could bring it to orgasm.

Holly responds with a shuddering thrust of his hips, fucking her deep as he dares in her condition. He grabs a hank of her unbound hair, including the red yarn-wrapped strands, winds it around his hand, and pulls her head back to expose her throat. Her eyes open wide for just a second, then she closes them again as if she realized she does want what she knows is coming. He bites her hard. It's hard enough that he hears a crunch and checks quickly to make sure he didn't break the skin. No, whatever tissue he broke was under the pale surface. Violet blood is already beginning to pool there. He licks it tenderly.

MK begins to shake almost convulsively. Her shoulders lift off the floor and she hugs him tight. "Oh, Alpha, I'm..."

"That's right, baby. You come for me, girl. That's my good omega," he commands her in a low, sweet rasp. He rolls his hips to stretch her walls and strike every pleasure spot with his cock. Now he's just showing off.

MK's screams sound final now; he feels the gush of fluid all over his length, dripping rapidly down his balls to pool on the wood floor beneath them. She's left fingerprints in the meat of his muscular back. He lets go, too, and drenches her with too many hours' worth of pent up seed. They haven't fucked since he was getting ready for work that morning and that's too long for an A/o couple to go without mating, especially when the short days play tricks on one's mind. It had been far too long.

Holly rolls her on top of him to lie comfortably, though she hadn't seemed to notice the hard, bare floor. This is when he'd meant to bring up the lesbian encounter with Elle. Now he just holds her close. As he does so, she releases the seal on her prosthetic and sets it aside, still wearing the rubber sock to protect her limb.

"You can take it off," she says sleepily when she feels him tracing it with his finger. "Go ahead."

Holly rolls it down like a cross between a stocking and a condom. He massages the indent it's left in her flesh and she groans like a contented little beast.

"Will you take me upstairs, Alpha? I can't walk just yet."

It's too early for bed, but Holly carries her to her bathroom to shower. "Want me to wash you?" he asks.

"Uh-huh. If you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. I feel like staying like this for a while, though. I ain't ready to wash you off me."

She grins at him shyly. "You're so damn sweet, Holly."

"Not that sweet," he says, checking out her bruised neck.

"I'm not a very experienced omega, but I know that's nothing bad. It normally happens, right?"

"Guess so. I don't think I ever bit anyone like that before," he confesses.

"Well, you were never someone's Alpha mate before," MK says proudly.

When he offers to wash her hair, at first, she says no, then changes her mind. It's more challenging than he would have thought. When it's wet, it hangs nearly to her waist and it takes some work to untangle. She sits in the shower chair as he patiently works conditioner through her tresses with a wide-tooth comb and arranges the sections on her head. While they wait for the treatment to soak in, he studies her face. She's one of those people for whom water is a natural cosmetic. She looks better wet. It reminds him of something.

"Stay right there. I have something I forgot to give you," he says.

"Oh?" she looks at him curiously.

Holly goes to "his room," which, at this point, is just a glorified closet for his stuff. He slept there for two nights before she invited him to share her bed. He finds what he's looking for and returns with it to MK.

"That was fast. What is it?" she asks, always wary of surprises yet delighted to receive them.

Holly opens his hand to present the heart-shaped stone he'd found in the creek on the property. He runs it under the shower so it would look as it did when he'd stumbled upon it and shine blue-grey like her eyes. He tells her this.

"I love it, Holly. It's my favorite thing anyone ever gave to me."

He takes her hand to help her to stand and towel off. He gets her the canes she uses to walk around upstairs when she's not wearing her leg. MK is not one for robes and walks naked to her dresser to get fresh clothes to put on: jeans and a tight tank top, which she seems to wear year-round. Omegas have a hard time regulating their body temperature, so she's frequently taking her sweaters on and off, Holly's noticed. He gets a little thrill whenever she removes the sweater because it reminds him of how she'd done it the night they met, how the sight of her breasts through thin cotton material had turned him on.

She sees him looking now. "Are you hungry, Alpha? I've got dinner in the oven."

"Sounds great, darlin'," he replies.

Holly carries her back down to the living room where she can don her prosthetic to get around on her own. While she does, he goes to the kitchen and sets the big table for the two of them. In his peripheral vision, he can see the apparitions of more, smaller beings around the table. "Huh. So that's why she got this. It's for the brood."