Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Hi, I’m Tyler. Your omega is over there talking to my omega, Sam.” Tyler had a good fifteen years on me, and his brown hair started to gray around the temples.
“Hey, I’m Conrad. Why don’t you just say boyfriend or husband?” I asked. I loved thinking that Mason was my omega, but referring to him that way all the time sounded so possessive.
“We do. But when we’re around others like us, it’s just a way to identify ourselves.”
“And assert that whole dominance thing?” Beside now thinking of Mason as my omega, I also thought of him as mine and no one else’s, but when I thought about it, that started even before we found things out.
Tyler laughed. “Maybe a little bit of that, too. Some pairings are more traditional with the dominant alpha and submissive omega. Some are flipped. Some don’t care for it. It just depends on what works well with your mate.”
“Sounds so weird, my mate.”
“You’re omega.”
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this all.”
“We’re just like anyone else. We just have needs that are a bit more animalistic.”
“Yeah, we found that out.” Mason on all fours, whimpering and panting with me fucking him so hard, and the two of us clawing each other, the bed, me biting him. Animalistic definitely fit the bill.
“First heat with your mate?” Tyler asked.
“We didn’t know what it was at the time. Afterward, I couldn’t stop apologizing. I felt so bad, but he kept insisting it was okay.”
“When your omega goes into heat, and you’re in your rut, you both are working on pure primal instinct. During his heat, you’re not having sex for pleasure. It’s for the sole purpose of mating. You both need to do what nature demands of you.”
“I felt like I was hurting him.” All of his cries and tears, his shivering body. It hurt my heart thinking about it.
“This will sound horrible, but chances are, you did. You need to breed him, and that need is so strong that the sex is incredibly intense. You have this drive to get it done no matter what. And they know that. Their bodies know that. They beg for it.”
“But yet it was somehow like whoa.”
“The pleasure is insurmountable. Even though you’re so rock hard, it hurts, and it feels like your knot’s going to explode, it’s a sensation you can’t beat.”
“What about for them?”
“They derive great pleasure from it, too. Multiples orgasms, but it also tires them out, and they have to deal with the extreme pressure inside them from your knot expanding and pushing on everything in them, stretching their vaginal canal, making it feel like their being torn, but yet they have that ecstasy. Sam says it’s a feeling I will never be able to understand.”
“It sounds kind of horrible. Omegas get the short end of the stick.” My poor Mason.
“They go through a lot. Alphas are pretty well endowed to begin with, but when we’re erect with our knot, we’re so huge, we are seriously moving their organs. We shove their cervix and uterus up just so we can fit.”
“Jesus.”
“But then they have the gift of being able to bear a child. I look at Sam, and I see someone so special. I have so much respect for him.” He smiled and looked over at Sam and Mason talking. The way Tyler looked at Sam, you could tell their love was so deep and real. I wondered if I looked at Mason the same way.
“I see you’re expecting. Is this your first?” I asked.
“Oh, no. We have five already.”
“Wow.”
“A set of twins and a set of triplets. Another set of twins on the way.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.” I knew having twins would be a lot, but more kids than that sounded exhausting.
“It is, but we love it. Many pairings have a lot of children.”
“Does this go back to the animal/wolf thing?” I asked.
“It does. We have an instinct to breed,” Tyler said. It was similar to what Dr. Garcia said.
“We haven’t even finished school yet. We’ll be living in the gutter if that’s the case.”
“We wouldn’t let that happen. We’re all about helping each other. We like to look at ourselves as a pack.”
“A pack. And with this whole wolf thing … I bit him, hard. Is that because of it?”
“You marked him, claimed him as yours.”
“Before we even found everything out, I told him he was mine.” Somehow, I just knew.
“It’s that instinct in you.”
“I think I need another drink.”
Sam slapped me on the back. “Come with me.”
***
“Learn anything good?” I asked Mason on our way home. The headlights lit up the dark road that led away from Pine Wood Falls.
“Besides my life becoming a nineteen-fifties sitcom?” Mason asked, letting out a deep breath.
“It doesn’t have to be like that, but Tyler did say a lot of pairs like to keep it traditional and have large families.”
“So that means me at home always barefoot and pregnant, taking care of the kids and house.”
“It’s your choice, Mason.” And I almost didn’t want to admit it, but in a way, that sounded wonderful to me. Having a little house with me working and taking care of my husband and children. Him being able to spend all day with the kids without having to worry about work.
“I know. I can’t help but feel that I’m inferior in all of this.”
“If I have ever made you feel inferior, I am so, so sorry.”
“You haven’t. It’s all this info. It’s still hard to process.”
“Much time hasn’t passed since we found everything out. Maybe you need some time.”
“What if I never process it all?”
“Then you don’t. Okay?”
“Okay.”
***
“Well, it turns out who I am is even more complicated than the complicated than we already thought I was.” A couple of weeks had gone by since we went to the get-together.
“Who you are is a nineteen-year-old boy, man,” I told Mason.
“Am I?”
“Boy?” I asked. We still were technically teenagers after all.
Mason’s face fell. “I don’t know. Talked to Dr. Matthews today. My results from my chromosome test came in. I was scared to tell you.”
“What? Why? You should never be scared to tell me anything.”
“I have female chromosomes.”
“Really?” I asked. I knew it was a possibility, but it was still a bit surprising to hear.
“Yep. So yeah. And if I saw a regular endocrinologist instead of her, she said they’d try to label my disorder, but I guess even then it’d be kind of difficult because I don’t fall neatly under one disorder.”
“And this is not counting the omega.”
“No. Since I have an ovotestis, the closest disorder to what I have would be Ovotesticular Disorder. But the main thing is, I have a uterus, secondary female characteristics, and now, female chromosomes. So, I’m pretty much a girl.”
“You’re every bit of a man as you were walking into your first doctor’s appointment.”
“Maybe. I’m just so confused. Dr. Mathews said something similar. That my chromosomes have nothing to do with my gender.”
“Mr. Jones mentioned something about a support group at The Health Center.”
“Yeah, I … I don’t know. I still feel like a boy I think.”
“You are. Well, not a boy, a man.” I got up and went over to his bed. “Scoot over.” He scooted, and we lay nose to nose.
“Thanks for being with me through all of this.”
“It’s where I’m supposed to be.” I rubbed his belly. No matter how he identified, it would never change how much I loved him.