Omega's Submission Page 9

No…I thought, frozen in disbelief. You’re lying!

  That was my first instinct. But when I looked at him, I could see he was telling the truth.

  “You…you did?” I whispered. “You looked for me?”

  “I did!” he cried out, leaning forward and taking my hand. The shock of his touch almost stopped my heart. I hadn’t seen him in years, and this was all happening so fast. My entire body jerked, but he held me tight. “I looked for you, my son. I know I fucked up. I know I should have been a better father, but I didn’t let you go! I looked. I just…I couldn’t find you!”

  Tears streamed down both of our cheeks as we looked at each other. I could feel Kitchi behind us, keeping his distance, letting us have this moment together. Slowly, I wrapped my arm around my father’s ankle and pulled myself close to him. I felt his hand on my back as I leaned against his leg, crying, feeling the pain of all the years pour out of me.

  “I’m so sorry, Toby,” he told me, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry.”

  Kitchi

  “I think it’s sexy,” I told Toby, rubbing his belly. He was over a month pregnant and his body was changing rapidly. He was putting on weight, but in all the right places.

  His butt had a little bounce to it now that I loved to look at when I fucked him from behind, and my hand had a nice little home now beneath his baby bump when we snuggled on the bed.

  “You mean that?” Toby asked me, shyly looking across the bath at me. Thank God Tate had put in bathtubs that could actually fit two grown men in them. That was one advantage to having an alpha wolf shifter constructing the living quarters for his pack. Nothing was too small.

  We had been soaking long enough to turn into prunes. I’d gone into town for a few things and picked up a peppermint bath bomb at Toby’s request. It sort of…tickled when you first put it in the water, and filled the room with a relaxing aroma. So we’d gotten in together and had been sitting here for what felt like forever.

  “Of course I do,” I smiled, running my toes against his cock. “Would I lie to you?”

  Toby giggled as I caressed him beneath the water. I was perpetually turned on by him, and had been taking him at least twice a day since he’d gotten here, and I didn’t see that changing any time soon. In fact, the more pregnant he got, the more my libido seemed to increase.

  “I don’t think you’d lie to me,” Toby replied, a sly smile on his face as he extended his leg. “But you might sweet talk me.”

  I felt his toes run up my thigh. From the look on his face, I knew where he was heading.

  “I don’t need to sweet talk you,” I told him, clenching my butt cheeks to stop his toes. “All you need to do is tease me like that. You know what will happen.”

  “Oh, yeah?” he asked. “What’s that?”

  “Well, let’s put it this way,” I told him, sitting forward and running my fingers up the insides of his thighs. His smile spread wider. “You won’t be walking in the morning.”

  “Big talk,” he grinned, slipping his hands beneath my balls. My dick jerked as blood rushed into it. That had done it all right. I was in go mode now and there was no turning back.

  “All right,” I told him, getting to my feet. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Warm, peppermint-scented water dripped from my body as I presented by cock to him, standing out straight and proud for him. His eyes sparkled as he eyed my arousal, the expression of my love and desire for him, and without hesitating, I grasped him by the back of the head and pulled his mouth over my cock.

  His hair had grown out slightly over the last month and gave me a lot to hold on to. I loved the control it gave me. Eagerly, I thrust in and out of his warm lips, growling as the sensations flooded through me.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, stroking his cheek with my free hand. “How is it possible for one guy to be so sexy?”

  His eyes smiled at me as he sucked my cock. I knew I was dripping pre-cum onto his tongue and watched as he swallowed eagerly. Neither of us had decided what was better – finishing inside him or cumming in his mouth so he could taste me fully.

  My dick twitched in his mouth and I instantly pulled out, grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet.

  “How can you already make me want to cum?” I asked him, spinning him around and pressing him against the wall.

  “I’m just that good,” he grinned over his shoulder as I slid my dick between his cheeks. His omega juices were flowing eagerly, begging me to enter him. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

  My hips bucked forward and I pushed my entire length into his ass with one push, burying my cock inside him. Our balls touched as he gasped and I reached around his body and started to stroke his dick, which was already almost fully hard.

  “Shit!” he growled as I started to fuck him. “Every time is like my first time again with you.”

  “Why, because I’m that big?” I asked him. That was the answer, but I never grew tired of hearing him say it.

  “You know you are,” he replied, grinding back on my cock.

  My free hand stroked his belly. His pregnancy was driving me crazy. The baby couldn’t come soon enough. But in the meantime, I was going to enjoy every bit of his body.

  “Fuck me hard!” he told me, taking my hand in his. We held his belly together as I pounded him. I spread my legs and found that spot inside him that drove him wild.

  He felt so good I felt myself growl. It almost made me angry just how horny he made me, how much power he had over me. But when it came to this, I had all the power. And that’s how we both wanted it.

  “Take my alpha cock,” I told him, pounding him even harder. He had gotten so good at taking me that I no longer worried about hurting him. And even if I did, I knew he liked the pain. So I spanked him – hard.

  He gasped and bucked back against me, clenching down on my shaft.

  “Fuck!” I snarled, spanking him again.

  “Gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked me.

  “Not yet I’m not,” I replied, grabbing his hips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Toby

  Kitchi’s alpha cock was beyond perfect. It was something so fucking glorious it shouldn’t even exist. It was like a peg made to fit in a hole, but the peg was just a little too big to fit, and had to be hammered home.

  I was so filled every time he was inside me that it was all I could think about. His balls slapped against mine as he fucked me. His hands were warm on my body and the scent of the peppermint bath bomb and his alpha musk filled my nose and lungs while he stuffed me.

  His child was in my belly, his dick was in my ass and his scent was in my chest. Every part of me belonged to him.

  Pressure swelled inside me as his dick hit my sweet spot. His hand came down on my ass again. The pain just amplified the pleasure and I could feel my orgasm getting closer. And when Kitchi’s hand took my cock, I knew it was close.

  “Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.”

  “I know,” he said. The strength in his voice was the ultimate turn-on. My dream man was possessed with my body as he fucked me, jerking my cock as he thrust inside me. “We’re going to cum together.”

  “You’re close?” I asked him. I knew the answer. I could feel it.

  “Mmhmm,” he groaned. “You gonna take my cum in your ass?”

  “Fuck, yes!” I shouted, reaching behind and pulling my ass apart for him, letting him go even deeper. I could feel each stroke in my stomach, in my throat, like he was going to split me open.

  “Cum for me,” he urged me, twisting his hand around the tip of my cock.

  “I’m cumming!” I cried out as the first jet of my cum shot out of my dick and sprayed against the tile wall.

  “So am I!” Kitchi roared as his hot alpha load filled me up. It was a spurt of warmth inside me that amplified my orgasm as I shot my load all over the place. My ass swallowed his eagerly as he pumped me full of his seed.

  The same seed
that had gotten me pregnant, and the same seed that would get me pregnant again.

  I want to give you more children, I thought as we came together and my orgasm rolled through me. I am your omega.

  We came down together, and he slid out of me, leaving me satisfied but feeling empty. Weak in the knees, I turned around and threw my arms over his neck and shoulders, holding myself up against him. His firm grip slid around my waist and supported me as he lifted me out of the shower and carried me into the bedroom.

  We collapsed down on the mattress together, still wet, both panting like we’d run a mile. He took my hand and placed it on my chest.

  “You feel my heart?” he asked me. There was no way I couldn’t. It was like a drumbeat beneath his skin.

  “You’re so sexy,” I told him.

  “You drive me crazy,” he replied with a smile.

  I turned onto my side and curled up under his arm, resting my head on his chest. His scent still hit me just as hard as the first time I’d smelled it. It was hard to believe there was any doubt in my mind that Kitchi had been my fated mate. It was more than obvious now. It was like a law of the universe that he and I were meant to be together.

  “I’m glad you talked some sense into me,” I told him, carelessly stroking him with my fingers.

  “I only told you what you already knew,” he replied.

  He was being kind. We both knew what I was talking about.

  I’d forgiven my father, and as much as he liked to say it was something I’d done on my own, we both knew that wasn’t true. It was because of him that I’d managed to find the compassion within me to be able to look at my father with anything but hatred.

  He’d stayed with us for a few days and we’d spent some time getting to know each other again. He had spent time looking for me, but the trail had gone cold and he had nothing to go on.

  But one day, his truck ran out of gas and he had to stop at a truck stop. A working boy approached him, offering him a good time for fifty bucks. He’d turned him down, of course, but said it had got him thinking.

  “I didn’t want to think you’d have to do that,” he’d told me. “But I had to consider every option.”

  He’d started checking the truck stops for me. Those back street areas in towns where the boys would hang out, and then he started to check the brothels. That’s why he had ended up at Thatcher’s.

  “I knew once I saw the look on his face that he knew you,” he’d explained. “I told him what my son looked like, and asked him if he’d ever been there, and I just saw it in his eyes that he knew you. I made him bring me to you.”

  “I’m sorry, dad,” I’d told him through tears. “I…I didn’t know what to do.”

  We’d talked so much, going over things that we’d already said. Somehow the more we talked about the same things, the more we both managed to understand each other. It was like we had to get to know each other all over again, but beneath all that, he was still my father. And slowly, I let myself love him again.

  “Kitchi,” I said, opening my eyes to look at him.

  “Yes?”

  “When – when are you going to see your mother?”

  His eyes opened and he turned to face me. He’d talked about it before. We both had. But my father, my life had gotten in the way and taken precedence over everything else. It wasn’t fair, but it was the way things had gone. But after what had happened with my father, I wanted the same for him.

  “After the baby comes,” he said.

  “Why do you want to wait?”

  “I don’t want to leave you,” he replied. “You need me now.”

  “I don’t want you to leave me either,” I told him. He nodded, but that wasn’t all I had to say. “And that’s why I’m going to come with you.”

  Kitchi

  The sign read: Now Entering Grey Forks and I felt my heart skip a beat.

  It wasn’t like me to be anxious, but this was a part of my life I hadn’t faced in so long that I was powerless against the feelings that were rising up inside me.

  The old town was just like it was when I had left it and lived up to its name. Grey. That’s all I could think of when I looked at the place.

  Unless you lived in Grey Forks, there was really no reason to come. There were no great businesses, sights to see or attractions of any kind. Just small houses, trailer parks and run-down farms with folks just trying to live off the land.

  We passed the old gas station that was about all the charm the place had left to it. They’d pump your gas for you, which I always hated. But some people liked it, I guess, so they kept it up.

  “Ugh,” I groaned as we crossed the bridge into town.

  “You okay?” Toby asked me, putting a hand on my leg.

  “It’s just…weird being back here,” I told him as I looked at the old mill, windows smashed out and half of them boarded up. It had been a textile manufacturing plant at one point, long before I was born. Now it was just an ugly monstrosity that should have been torn down years ago.

  After that was the old bowling alley and karate studio, the diner that had Sunday specials to draw in all the old folks with its runny eggs and burnt toast, and the tiny high school that hadn’t had a fresh coat of paint since it was built.

  In a way, I was hoping my mother had moved, gotten out of the old town and found a life somewhere else. It broke my heart to think about her living on her own like that for so long, but at the same time, I knew that if she’d left, it would probably be impossible to find her.

  So as I turned the truck off the main road and onto my old street, I felt my chest tighten. We passed the power lines and the old pig farm, and there it was, my old house.

  It looked just like it had when I left, with the exception of the porch that looked like it had recently collapsed with rot. The roof still sagged and the paint was still flaked and chipped, but it looked like someone had tried to paint the eastern side but stopped halfway through.

  “Shit,” I swore as the truck heaved over the frost heave at the base of the driveway.

  “What is it?” Toby asked with concern.

  “Nothing,” I said, shaking my head as I pulled the truck in and parked. “Just…this is just uncomfortable.”

  “I’m here for you,” Toby told me, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

  As I stepped out of the truck, even the air smelled the same. There was a candle factory in the town next door, and it seemed like apple cinnamon was still their most popular scent. The smell instantly took me back to my childhood, and the nostalgia hit me like a brick.

  Shaking my head, I summoned all my courage and made my way across the front lawn. I was actually trembling as I moved. What was I going to say? How could I possibly make up for what I’d done to her?

  The only thing comforting me was what had happened between Toby and his father. If they could mend things, so could I.

  The porch creaked as I stepped up, and just as I raised my hand to knock, the front door opened.

  “Kitchi!?”

  I almost fell over. It was my mother, Wendy, standing before me like I’d just come in from playing outside.

  “Mom!?”

  “It is you!” she gasped, throwing her arms around my neck. She made no sound, but I felt the tears against my chest. In no time, I was crying too.

  I was holding my mother in my arms…it almost didn’t seem real. I heard Toby sniff beside me and knew he was crying too.

  “You came home!” she gasped, pulling away to look at me. A tear dripped down her cheek, but I wiped it away with my thumb.

  “I’m so sorry,” I told her, feeling all my regret and remorse in my words. “I should have come back after dad died.”

  “No, honey,” she replied, shaking her head. “Don’t say that. I understand.”

  I could see what the years had done to her, but she was beautiful when I left and she was beautiful now. There was no one more motherly than my mother.

  “Mom,” I said, trying my best to get it togeth
er. “This is Toby. He’s my mate. My fated mate.”

  I saw the awe in my mother’s eyes as she looked from me to Toby, who replied with a gentle wave.

  “Hello—”

  “Wendy,” my mom said quickly. “Call me Wendy.”

  “Hello, Wendy,” Toby nodded.

  “He’s also…going to be the father of my child soon,” I told her. When I saw the look in her eyes, my heart just glowed.

  “Oh, honey!” she exclaimed, fresh tears bursting from her eyes. “Oh – I don’t even know what to say!”

  “I know!” I laughed, pulling her closer to me. I motioned for Toby to join us and he slid up beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder. “I’m so glad you came home.”

  “No, mom,” I replied. “I didn’t come home. I came back to take you to your new home.”

  Toby

  I was absolutely ready to pop.

  My pregnant belly couldn’t get any bigger. It just wasn’t possible. And even though Kitchi swore to me he was still just as turned on by me as he was when we met, I had a sneaking suspicion he was ready for me to get back to my pre-pregnancy body.

  I was waddling around the cabin like a duck – did those even exist? Duck shifters?

  My butt was big, my chest was swollen and my belly looked like I had an award-winning fair pumpkin beneath my skin. Even if Kitchi wasn’t lying, and he loved how I looked, I was ready to get this show on the road.

  “I think I have a chocolate craving,” I told Kitchi as he rubbed my belly with coconut oil. So far I didn’t have any stretch marks, and it didn’t look like I was going to. I was pretty sure it was just an excuse to caress my body, which I was completely fine with.

  “Want me to head into town and get you some?” he asked. “Actually, there might be some in the main lodge kitchen.”

  “I don’t think I could keep it down,” I replied. I was feeling nauseous, and was pretty sure the baby was coming today. I couldn’t explain how I knew. Then again, I couldn’t explain how I knew when I was pregnant, or that Kitchi was the one for me. I just knew.