Loving The Alpha’s Omega Page 6

  There were single, golden framed photographs of each of us, oil painted in three sections of the wall. The area closest to the stairway to the upper level was bare, with only a tall, fire lily plant twirling itself up the banister like the stem of a stinging nettle with orange-bright hairs. It was a rare kind of plant.

  “Nobody’s home.”

  I noticed Ian’s tension drop. But it rabidly grew again when Aaron came down the stairs. Well, he started, but he halted mid-way and stared at Ian as if he had bathed with the boars and was filthy to look at.

  “You bring the enemy.” Aaron’s voice was atmospheric and croaky. My father had a great command over using it with the right set of words to capture the scene. “He’s not welcome here.”

  Ian rushed to the starting newel and nearly fell upon the first couple of stairs. It was like a drama, pleading for forgiveness, “Please. Please. There will be no more of that. I’m not here with a pack. I’m here with Garret. I’m sorry. It’s all that I can tell you, Mr. Purr.”

  “And how do I know that you haven’t led them here? That this isn’t a rouse to weaken me at my most vulnerable?”

  “He came with me, Father. Ian is here as my guest.”

  “And this is my home!” Aaron came down the steps.

  Ian backed away from the newel and stood by me.

  “His wolfen brothers made a bloody mess of our lion manes. They meant to destroy us!”

  “And that was how many years now? Four? Five? I’ve long forgotten. And peace has been restored.”

  “It’s been restored. But not elapsed. Not a night goes by that I don’t think of the injuries and near deaths. We were unprepared. It was an unfair fight!”

  “Father! Please. Ian is my guest!” I was becoming embarrassed with his behavior. And Ian edged closer and closer to the door as if worried that Aaron would attack him. I couldn’t reassure him that would not be the case when the unpredictability of the situation was not in my hands. My father had the temper of a thunderous lion who knew he was the king. He only calmed when he saw fit to.

  “Why have you brought him?”

  “Have you settled enough for me to give you the news?”

  “I’m asking you directly. Why is this boy here?” He rudely pointed at Ian with an intention of humiliating him.

  “Because I want him to be here!” I turned to Ian apologetically. “Please. Can you wait outside? I must speak with my father.”

  “Of course.” Ian looked frightened. Beyond that. I’d say petrified.

  When I turned back to my father I could see in his eyes infuriatingly red with his shoulders bulging in and out as he watched Ian’s every move until he disappeared out the front door.

  “You disappoint me.”

  “Why? And what was that just then? Your way of sizing up the Omegas that I bring home?”

  “We had a run-in with the Reluson wolves. He’s one of those shifters. I was never a fan of them. They are cowards. Not like us. We are proud under the stars of Leo. Born and bred to scare off the scavenger wolves who eat after us in the food chain.”

  “Father, stop with the ancient history. And get with the times. Steven is married to a wolf. And you approved of him. I like this Omega. I want him to be my mate. If you love and respect me, you’ll understand that I never change my mind just because you make it clear that you’re head of this household. He’s innocent. Broken. And healing. I want to be the one who is there for him. And you need to quickly see that and push on that reset button.”

  “You take after me.”

  “Then you’ll have to fight back the stubbornness. I have good news. You’ll be happy to hear it.”

  “Hmm.” My father seemed doubtful of this good news. But his love for me always brought the respect. It’s the one thing that I admired about him, he would always hear me and give me a try. “Bring the boy in. Let me speak to him.”

  I collected Ian, who at first, preferred to have my father speak to him through the front door. I tried not to laugh at the image of a grown man communicating through our oak-brown door. It was pretty solid, so he’d have to listen really carefully. When he came in I held onto his hand, it was the only way. I felt like his protector.

  “My father has something to say. Don’t you?” I gave my old man a grin.

  But Aaron was too serious to have that planted on his face. He remained stern, with his words even icier. “For his sake I accept your apology.” And that was that.

  I could neither laugh nor cry at him being so short with that script. It was better than nothing. And Ian held out his hand to which my father shook it. Immediately, coming from the garden with knee-length white shorts and a sky-blue sports bra was Fiona. She had been using the yoga ball.

  She came running into the foyer, straight to Ian who brusquely let go of my hand and moonwalked back to the door and stayed there. I should’ve warned him about my family, poor guy. But Fiona’s intention was to see for herself if he was good enough for me. That’s how she stayed with anybody I had brought home. It was vital that they had their say. It was bizarre at times.

  Fiona started at his forehead, then landed ever so briskly at his shoes. Then reversed the process and gave me an acceptable wink, keeping her left eye closed – with a thumb up. “He is so your type!”

  “I know!” I was happy that she approved of Ian.

  It was liberating for him, as he let out the loudest exhale of air that I had ever heard. But he had to hold his breath again as I whisked him into my arms and swung him around like a prima-ballerina. I circled and spun Ian around as he held my neck and giggled so cutely when I ruggedly squeezed his behind and kissed his bare chest that was revealed via that open shirt.

  Fiona loved it.

  My father gave up trying to understand my ways so pretended to love it to. It wouldn’t last, but he was a man who would try.

  “Father, Fiona, we’ll be staying in the guest room for a few days.” I heaved Ian into the air with a tiny whoosh and caught him again as he giggled. “Isn’t he beautiful?”

  “He’s adorable,” Fiona gushed over him.

  “Is there anything more you have to tell me, son?”

  Fiona passed me my bags, but ended up carrying them with my father as I made my way to the guest house which was a one-level planned bungalow that was located behind our swimming pool. Only it was pure double-glazed glass all around with a butterfly shaped roof that that was silver. My father accepted this design because the manor was very private with the hedges that were extremely high with barbed wire at the top. The bedroom was the only concealed area with a door.

  When I had reached the other end of the pool, Fiona and my father dropped my bags down. “Father, to answer your question, yes.”

  His and Fiona’s neck swirled.

  “You’re going to be a grandfather!” I heaved Ian higher this time and he came back down with a little yelp of joy. More for me actually catching him.

  My father was shocked. Fiona gushed merrily once more. And I took Ian inside for some lova-hubba-hubba. I was horny.

  Chapter 9

  Ian

  I had my legs spread for Garret as he went down to the countryside on my happy chappy. He fingered my a-hole, lubricating the hole with the apple crumble lube that tasted good when he had a taster. The time to go anus hunting would begin. I balanced on my forearms with my neck, back, and chin pointing like a right-angle triangle.

  Garret was good with his mouth. Solid. Direct. There was no dilly-dallying on how he applied the pressure and made me squirm because it was so good. I had to hyperventilate at one point when he went into hover-mode and slurped me into the perfect posture, no more slouching and slanting.

  His finger went moderately inside my hole, so I didn’t feel it as much. To distract me from the pain of insertion, he grabbed the back of my head and drew my forehead upon his own as he now realized I was hard enough for him to finger-fuck fully. He showed me his teeth, which encouraged me to show mine. And with a grrr sort of sound he ga
ve me eye contact and bit my nose before clutching onto my neck and turning his eyesight to my john silver – then back up at me.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  My eyes were screaming shut, and that word made sense because I was withholding from screaming out at how fast he was moving with his ring and middle finger that he throbbed sideways. My eyes squished out of place!

  “I need you to tell me, sexy, do you want me inside you?”

  Through gritted teeth, and my anus closing on his hand, I had to tell him, “Yes, baby. I want you. I want you!”

  And then he pulled his fingers out and put both his hands on my inner thighs and stretched them out as wide as he could. When they would go no further, he applied lube to his bits and rubbed it in really good. Then he took my hand and placed it on my own silvery jimmy. He wanted me to stroke the blues away while he thrusted.

  As he slowly went in…I relaxed my body all over and kept a closed mouth until he gave me the all clear that he didn’t need to go in anymore. And then it went off, his stride, my row, row, row, my stroke, gently down the pole! Garret’s lustrous eyes read, I’m fucking the shit out of you!

  His animalistic torso then started to change from brown to golden brown as he started to perspire and he got red-hot from seeing my left knuckle start an invisible smoke. My moan elevated louder and so did his as we went into battle! His hands reached behind his head as he exaggeratedly stuck out his elbows and gave me that Adonis geek God pose. Yes, I mean geek.

  Soon Garret caressed his own hair like he was washing it with shampoo. I found that I was close to the periphery of gratification, a few more of his strokes and I’d be gone-Ian-gone. And he gave it his all on the final round as he slanted back and propelled his navel and crotch area in-and-out with gusto and precision.

  He was tiring. But I was close. He was closer. We might cum today and be gone tomorrow. It was what we were aiming for. That was it. The nearest hurdle to the finish line. That ten yards in and counting. Garret bolted and held on… I stroked and stroked… Just give your johnnie that last push, I thought. I’m cumin-cumin-cumin! He pinched my inner thighs to add-on the ending effect as the juices from me volcanically imploded. Garret caused a malfunction. I was dead. He tiredly fell upon me to check that I was dead in a good way. I was.

  Garret fell asleep on top of me as I cradled him. I hadn’t slept so peacefully for the past year. It was a dreamless night. And it wasn’t cheesy to say that the night sky was full of shining stars and a promising tomorrow.

  I woke to an alarm. Not a digital or analogue, but my stomach which grumbled on how empty it was. Garret was still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him to make me breakfast as the hour was way too early. It was almost seven when I jumped out of bed naked. I had to fight myself to get up, because that bed was softer and cozier then my own which was nothing in comparison.

  I moved around the room to try and find some socks as Garret had a pinewood laminated floor and my feet were cold — that I felt a pang of nausea swirl to the point of me placing a hand on my stomach and keeping still so I wouldn’t aggravate it. The morning sickness wanted to be brought up so that it could paint a lovely picture on Garret’s floor. I wouldn’t let it as another motion that travelled up my thorax tried to set itself free.

  I had to run to the bathroom, which took me close to the kitchen with a smile on my face as I saw the fridge and some pork scratchings packets in a handwoven bowl on top. The bathroom was white tiled with silver diamonds all over. The toilet was so clean that when I pulled up the seat I felt that I could get arrested for violating it with my puke. Nothing came up. But I still bent down and stayed there for a minute until I had the all clear.

  I tiptoed to the kitchen which was also a part of the living space. There was a warm fireplace and a black polar bear rug with a two part sofa that was cream. There were six cushions on each sofa’s backrest, a golfing stimulator about twelve yards to the right with a fully-sized screen that was eight by ten with the patch of astro-turf grass where the clubber must hit from.

  In the kitchen area, there was a control to bring down the TV that would come down near the polar rug from the ceiling. I could see the slit in the wall as it was a very thin flat-screen that was fifty-five inches. I ignored all this though and stuffed some seasoned turkey meatballs with mayonnaise that I scooped out with my fingers. There was also some cherry pie that I dipped in mayonnaise, oh, and a non-grated carrot…the mayonnaise had a taste of that too.

  I made a mess on the floor with failed meatball chunks that my canines didn’t rip to shreds properly. They slipped before they could get in-between my teeth. I was so ravenous for food that I even bent down to pick some up, blowing upon it so that any dust would come off. I hadn’t seen that Garret was on the counter staring down at my naked ass.

  He gave me a good morning, “Very sexy!”

  I had meatballs and cherry pie in my mouth. I mumbled, “Youuuth finne mee sexi luk diz?”

  Garret actually understood what I said whilst I covered my mouth as I was spraying food all over his kitchen floor.

  “Yes. I sort of want to join you down there.” My cheeks were chipmunk sized with all that food. “Is your mouth still full of food?”

  “I replied, “Mmmhmm.”

  I heard Garret check the fridge. “Wow. You actually ate a whole cherry pie that could feed five people and a child.”

  Again I said, “Mmmhmm.”

  “And the meatballs are gone too.” Garret didn’t need to add a ‘wow’ to that sentence. I could heart it silently.

  I got tired on my all fours. But I was finished with the chewing. “You should punish me.” I flirted to get away with it.

  Garret slapped one butt cheek, which I enjoyed. And then bit and kissed the other.

  Oh…do it again?

  He didn’t.

  “You’ve almost cleaned out the fridge. But I still think all that mayonnaise around your mouth is like the color of my …”

  I got to my feet before he could finish that. And when I turned around, Garret was there to plant a kiss on my lips.

  “I think you should finish that sentence.”

  “No to dirty for a morning talk.”

  “Oh, Garret.” I teasingly shove him with my fingers in his chest. “Fine. What’s appropriate for a morning conversation? Hello…Garret?” He got distracted by my naked balls. I shoved him playfully again.

  “You’re making it hard to think straight.”

  “Well try.” I couldn’t help but cheekily twist my short blond hair, which didn’t twist at all as there wasn’t enough to do so, but anyways, he double-checked me over with a happy grin that he didn’t try to hide.

  “Ok. No more perving on your wonderful bod. So, I was under the impression that we should let Ethan and Trevor know about your pregnancy and that you are here?”

  “So soon?”

  “Yeah. I think it would put their mind at ease.” He pat down on the counter thoughtfully. “I want to do right by you. Yeah. We should let them know.”

  “Hmm. It’s just…how are we going to tell them?”

  “I was hoping you were the ace detective in that department, Ian. It should come from you since they’re your family.”

  “Yeah. I’ll tell them. It might come as a shocker for them which I’m looking forward to.”

  “A negative or positive?”

  I quickly answered, “Positive! My father has been pushing me to get a move on.”

  “And now you are.” He gripped my chin and stroked with his thumb. “I hope they’ll accept me.”

  “I couldn’t ask for a more amazing guy.” I had a dreaminess in my eyes for him as I took that hand that he used to stroke my chin and clasped my own inside it. Garret was what the old wolves would call the one that heals. “I already can tell that Trevor and Ethan prefer you over my ex. They like big strong guys. I think it makes them feel less worried about me.”

  “You might not be as big, but I don’t look upon you as
weak. And neither do they.”

  “I don’t know about that. I’m tender and soft to them.”

  “And that’s still strength!” Garret kissed my knuckle. “We should have strong liquor at the party.”

  He trailed off to the bedroom and took the last cold meatball that I was just about to pinch. I followed a few seconds later with a cup of tomato juice.

  “What party?” Garret sure did move fast! I was still on the topic of telling Ethan and Trevor. He fixed the bed and pillows.

  “A celebration is in order!” Garret chucked a pillow at me.

  I caught it and hurled it back at his head…but he ducked.

  “You missed.”

  “It’s the fastest I’ve seen you move.”

  “Ouch!” He gave me a sexy wink with a puckered kiss. “A party it is then.”

  “I can’t wait!” I wanted to jump on the bed he had finished fixing. But that don’t you dare glare was more appetizing than off putting. “Friends and family?”

  “Check.”

  “Exes?”

  “Uncheck that from the list we haven’t written yet. Unless that ex is taken and is mated?”

  “Is that a question?”

  “It is.”

  “That ex is mated and taken. So, we can add that to the list if they are.”

  Garret responded with, “Uh huh.”

  “What about food?”

  “My dad can handle that. Once I tell him that is. And …”

  Garret mimicked, “And …”

  “And …”

  Garret looked at me and smiled as he said, “And what about marriage?”

  “Don’t joke like that, Garret. It’s not funny.”

  “Ian, I’m serious.”

  “Marriage? You want to get married?”

  “Yeah. Now or in the future? Up to you.”

  “Why so fast?”