In Doubt, page 28
Dylan hovers over Levi, hands on his shoulder. He kisses Giorgie with Levi’s teeth still in her neck.
“I think this could be my most favourite of all the games to play, Omega.”
“Mine too, Alpha,” she says, her eyes shining wet with tears.
Levi rocks back, licking the omega’s blood from his lips and kisses Dylan. “Our omega tastes so sweet,” he tells him and Dylan leans down, biting her too, her neck a criss-cross of ripped flesh.
It will heal. It will heal but our bites will never fade. Always there. Declaring to the world that this omega is claimed, is ours.
I lean into the freshly created bond between us, this pulsating line that connects us, and realise it isn’t a line at all. It’s a web. Weaving between us all, holding us together as a pack.
I laugh. We were worried an omega would blow our new pack apart. What fools we were.
Our omega is what will bind us together. Now. Always. Forever.
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Five years later
Aiden
Sunday mornings are my favourite.
When the light is hazy, the air heavy with our scents and the bed full of our bodies.
There’s no rush, nowhere else to be, no reason for the six of us to part. Maybe later we’ll wander along to one of the restaurants Dylan and I own and run together, enjoy a pack meal but for now there is no need to move.
The omega lies curled up against me and we’re the only ones awake. Levi passed out straight after his match like he always does and no doubt will remain that way for the next sixteen hours. Giorgie still hates coming to watch, closing her eyes and wincing every time Levi makes a tackle, but she knows he wants her there, so she is.
Jake and Dylan are sleeping too, curled protectively around Luca, our son, who dozes in the centre of our giant bed.
We watch him together, entranced by the beauty of him. He has his mothers honey skin, her caramel eyes but I swear there’s a hint of auburn in the little tuft of hair on his head. Jake argues it’s more the colour of straw, Dylan and Levi insist its dark.
I don’t care really. He belongs to us all.
Luca murmurs in his sleep, snuggling against Jake’s arm and for a moment his bottom lip bobs up and down.
“He’s dreaming of boob,” I whisper to her and she giggles. “I can’t blame him.” I stroke my palm up her stomach and cup her tit, squeezing it.
“He’s probably hungry,” she whispers, “and so am I. Let’s get some breakfast before he wakes up.”
“In a minute.” I hold her to me. “Let’s watch him for a little longer.” He’s so beautiful, our boy, beautiful and brave and strong like his mother. And nearly one already. Where did the time go? “Let’s make another.” I whisper into her ear, grinding my cock against her arse.
“Breakfast first,” she insists.
We leave the others sleeping and creep out of the room. In the kitchen, I flick on the kettle and slide bread into the toaster.
Giorgie hops up onto the counter watching me and when I’m done I come to stand between her thighs, leaning down to kiss the point where her shoulder meets her throat, where the criss-cross of our claiming bites shine white in the grey light of morning. They are so vivid, and I press my lips against them.
“Giorgie,” I mutter, tasting the sweet flavour of watermelon.
“I have some news,” she says, as I continue to nibble her throat and she brushes her fingers against my scalp.
“Are you going to tell me you’re already knocked up again?”
“No.” She tugs my hair a little. “The Dean from Crestmore College called me up this week.”
I lean back, peering at her. “Really? What did he want?”
“She is interested in the college funding our work. She wants me and Jake to go and work at the college.” Jake and Giorgie have been working together on their research – the study of omegas and alphas in Ancient Egypt – for the past five years. At first, Jake funded their research, our pack trips out to Egypt and some minor digs. But the last few years, as they’ve published their findings and become more known, more respected, in the academic world, others have backed them too – several wealthy alphas who believe in their theories.
“I haven’t told the others yet. I wanted to see what you thought of it first. Do you think it’s a good idea?”
I smile. I’m still the one she seeks out when she has those moments of doubts. When dreams drag her under or her thoughts drift to unwelcome places. She’ll lay her hand on my chest and I pull her back, back to the here and now with us. It happens less and less often these days, good therapy and the support and love of our pack have washed away those dark places.
“What do you think, my little Geek? What do you want?”
“I would like to work there, it would mean less travelling around. It would mean more time here with the pack and with Luca,” she smiles at me teasingly, “and our future children. How do you think Jake will feel about it?”
“That man lives to make you happy. Wherever you go, he’ll follow.” Her smile turns into a beam. “Now about those future children …” I nudge her legs further apart and she shuffles forward, unhooking my cock from my sweat pants and guiding me inside.
I sigh, pausing there for a moment, soaking up how good she feels, how good she always feels. So soft, so warm. Like home.
There were so many times, so many days and nights, I sat in strange rooms, in stranger’s houses. Wishing for a home of my own. For a family. Never really believing I could have those things.
But now I do. Now I have both.
“Alpha, move,” she whispers and I plough into her. Wanting to tell her. Wanting her to know how much she means to me. How much this pack means to me.
“I want lots of children. I want to fill this house with our children,” she moans as she starts to come undone.
“Me too.” I say as I rest my forehead against hers and fill her belly with my seed.
We’re going to have so many children, a family spilling over with love and noise, and many, many more Sunday mornings together just like these.
35
Long ago
The alphas step out of the West entrance of the temple, their hands laden with the gifts they’ve begged the God of all alphas, to bless. The day is late and the sun races towards the horizon, drawn there on Ra’s chariot. Around them, the dunes turn scarlet and the golden ball of light reflects in their eyes like flames of fire.
In the distance lies the temple of Isis. They strain their eyes to see, but it is too far, and it will be long into the night before they reach their destination.
They can smell her though, the omega, the sweet tang of her scent alive on their tongues. She’s in heat. Waiting for them. Waiting for her pack of alphas to mate her, breed her, claim her.
They growl, their feet carrying them swiftly along the sacred pathway with ease, the heavens morphing crimson then purple and finally a blue so dark it is almost black.
Soon the temple greets them, crowned by the bright stars in the sky. They pound on the door with their fists, demanding to be admitted.
She cries out softly in response and they push open the great doors, climb through the sacred doorway, passing deeper and deeper inside the temple’s belly, finding her lain out on her back, her thighs glistening with her slick.
Waiting for them.
Around her a hundred candles flicker and her richly brown skin looks almost golden.
She is a goddess, so sacred they barely dare look at her.
But they can’t resist. She is too beautiful. Too sweet. So ripe.
They fall to their knees, lay before her feet their offerings. Offering themselves.
They are not worthy of her.
And yet she accepts them, accepts them all. Her alphas. Her pack. Binding them together through the days of their lives, and beyond, into the eternity of the afterlife.
~~The End~~
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A GUIDE TO HANNAH’S OMEGAVERSE
I write soft and steamy omegaverse romances — stories that are on the sweeter side — mixing the sauciness of omegaverse dynamics with contemporary plots.
My omegaverse stories are set in a modern world just like ours, except people can be one of three kinds — Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Betas are just like you and I, but Alphas and Omegas are slightly different biologically. In my stories, the characters are often battling with their biological urges, needs and instincts, and trying to fit into a modern world which can be judgemental and sometimes prejudiced.
Alphas
Alphas are generally larger, stronger and more aggressive. Their instincts can make them domineering and controlling. Alpha males are also a little anatomically different where it counts the most. Yep, I’m talking the peen — at the base there is a knot which expands when an Alpha comes, locking him into his partner where they remain stuck together for a period of time. Biologically, this increases the chance of pregnancy. Some Alphas can control the expansion of their knot, others can’t.
Omegas
Omegas are smaller and their instincts can make them more submissive — especially towards an Alpha. Only an Omega can ‘take’ an Alpha’s knot. An Omega has regular heat cycles where they are especially fertile. During this period they become hot and horny and very uncomfortable unless they are fucked and knotted frequently by an Alpha.
Heats, ruts and bites
Similarly to menstrual cycles, the Omegas in my world have differing heat cycles. Some have very regular heats, some have them less often, and others control or suppress them with medication. A heat typically lasts three or four days. When an Omega falls into a heat, their scent alters and they become especially alluring to any Alpha close by.
An Omega in heat can drive an Alpha into rut. An Alpha in rut isn’t hindered by the usual biological restraints that your average guy is. I’m talking about permanent erections, no recovery, and the ability to come multiple times! (Sounds like fun, huh?)
Both Omegas and Alphas have glands at the back of their necks, the source of their scents. These glands are especially sensitive when the Omega or Alpha is turned on. Biting this gland is known as claiming and binds the pair together, often irreversibly. It also leaves a scar and changes the Alpha or Omega’s scent which signals to others that they are ‘taken’. During a heat, when an Omega is at the mercy of their biological urges, an Omega can often beg for an Alpha to ‘claim’ or bite them.
Scents, blockers and suppressants
Both Omegas and Alphas have heightened senses of smells and distinctive scents. An Alpha and Omega can recognise another Alpha or Omega by their scent alone, often over great distances. Their scents can also signal how they’re feeling — especially when they are aroused or aggravated. Omegas and Alphas can mask their scents using blockers. They can also try to quell their Alpha and Omega instincts with the use of suppressants — for example an Alpha might take an emergency suppressant to stop themselves responding to an Omega in heat.
Soft and steamy Omegaverse
In my world, Alphas and Omegas are rare and viewed as a source of fascination by Betas. Alphas are often struggling to fit into a society where aggression and violence isn’t tolerated, and Omegas are torn between their desire to be independent and their instinct to be controlled. It is often true love and the perfect partner that allows them to find the balance, acceptance and happiness they need and deserve. Happily ever afters guaranteed!
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