Luke
SOMEDAY, I WILL MAKE it up to him. I know people dream about their wedding day. Hell, Aaron had a whole three-ring binder devoted to our wedding day. That thing used to scare the shit out of me.
And what do I give my groom?
A courthouse. A judge. Two signatures. I don’t even have a ring. He’s wearing jeans and a diner shirt.
It’s just that Idaho has no waiting period after applying for a license. And I’m tired of waiting. Living on the state border, it’s what a lot of people do. People who’d rather be married than get married. But now that it’s done and we’re walking to my truck like we just went in and paid a traffic fine, not changed our entire lives, I wonder if I did the right thing.
He’s exactly what I want. What I have wanted since I met him. But am I enough for him?
I guess I’ll just have to make sure I do whatever I need to do to be what he needs. What he wants.
I will be the best fucking alpha husband he ever dreamed about. I’ll make a life for him. He looks a little wary right now, but I’ll do it. I’ll make him happy. He’ll never be yelled at by an asshole again. He’ll never have to flinch when someone calls his name. All the shit he’s put up with for the last twenty years is over. And if he doesn’t know that yet, he will. I’ll show him every day.
We don’t need to be in love. We just both need to want this to work. And I want this to work. I don’t know what it is about Michael, but he means freedom to me—more than even my first step out of prison did.
Maybe I should try and explain that to him. Maybe if he understood...
I stop him on the bottom step of the courthouse. “Michael?”
He blinks up at me. Those gray eyes assessing me carefully. He doesn’t trust easily, that he’s given me the benefit of doubt this much is a miracle.
“When I got out a few months ago...it didn’t feel real. I was afraid to look around, look behind me. Like they were going to pull me back, or worse, that it was a dream. I didn’t feel free. I felt like I was dragging chains behind me. Chains that no one else could see. When you said, ‘I do,’ I finally feel like the shackles came off.”
He gets this pinch of skin above his nose. Like there’s math he’s trying to do in his head. Then he stretches up and kisses my cheek. “I’m afraid of waking up, too.”
“Do you want to get some food? Or go home? Maybe go grab some stuff from your apartment?”
“That all sounds...fine.”
Hell. He deserves better than this.
“No, it doesn’t. Come on.” I pull him with me to the truck. “I know the perfect place.”
About ten minutes away from downtown, we pull into a casino resort. It’s not five star, but it’s the nicest place around. And I bet they have honeymoon suites.
He cranes his neck to look at the sign. “Luke, you know I’m not twenty-one, right? I can’t gamble in the lounge.”
“We’re not going to the lounge.”
At the front desk, I check us in to their best room—the clerk gives us an upgrade when she figures out we just got married. We don’t have any luggage, but my new groom reluctantly allows me to buy him some things from the gift shop to change into. “I want you out of that damn shirt.”
His eyes widen.
Could I sound any more caveman?
“Not like that.” Though, yeah, I’d love to see him out of the shirt and completely naked for me. “That shirt is a reminder of how pissed off I am. It makes me angry every time I think about the way Mac talks to you. The way you were supposed to feel grateful that they weren’t paying you. You deserve so much more than that.”
He shrugs. I don’t try to argue with him about it. It’s just going to take time until he realizes his worth.
When we get upstairs and into our suite, his eyes get bigger. “Oh my God!” He walks around the room touching things like I just took him to the Ritz. “Is this for real?”
I set down our shopping bags. “It’s not that nice.”
“Are you serious? This is the nicest room I’ve ever been in.”
I didn’t grow up rich by any means, but we always had more than enough. My parents took me to plenty of nice places. Family vacations were a regular thing. I can’t wait to take my kids to Disneyland. My mom loved Beauty and the Beast so much.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s supposed to be a really nice hotel.”
He stops and turns to me. “Luke—I don’t mean it’s the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in. I mean room in general. I’ve never been in a nicer room.”
Michael puts a lot of things in perspective for me. I had five years of a shitty existence—but he’s had more than that. Nobody has ever treated him right. Not ever.
But I will.
“We’re going to fix up the farmhouse. Even nicer than this. You’re going to love it, I promise.” My mom kept it up really well, but I know a lot of it is dated. The appliances could all be replaced, and my dad’s den still has shag carpet in it.
He smiles at me. “I’m not worried.” But his smile wobbles a little. “I’m not going to lie. I’m a little nervous about...everything.”
Yeah, he’s not talking about decorating our house. My virgin groom is remembering we’re going to have sex in this room.
My heart pounds. I’m going to claim him. Make him mine. I can’t fucking wait. But first he needs to relax. We both do. “I’m nervous, too, if that makes you feel better.”
He continues walking around the room, touching furniture. “You? Big bad Luke?” He stops in front of me. “Why are you nervous?”
“It’s hard for me to remember how to not be an inmate. I want to show you the guy I really am tonight...but what if he’s gone and all that’s left is...”
He puts his hand on my heart. “Tonight, let’s not worry about who we used to be. Fresh start?”
I nod and hold his hand there. It feels nice. “But you have to promise to tell me if I scare you or I’m acting...wrong.”
“There is no right or wrong. I trust you, Luke.”
He trusts me. No pressure.
Fuck.
“Are you hungry?”
He shakes his head. “Can I take a shower? I feel...” he gestures to his work clothes.
“Of course. Take as long as you need.” The tub is big enough for a bath for two, but I figure he needs some time alone. Hopefully, he won’t do so much thinking that he realizes this was a mistake on his part.
I’m sure part of his nervousness is the idea of getting pregnant.
The medical field is getting better about keeping omegas safe through pregnancy and delivery. Their human bodies are slowly adapting with each generation, but it’s still dangerous. And hard on them. Suddenly I’m nervous about it too.
I want a family with him. I have a deep need to impregnate him. But I want to keep him safe and healthy, and the most danger he could ever be in might be because I put my baby in him.
Fuck.
I order up some room service while he’s in the bathroom. I pace while I wait, trying not to think of Michael soapy and wet and naked just on the other side of the door.
I want to get started on making a baby. I want to get laid. But I can’t push him too fast. He’s a virgin. And this situation is crazy.
But knowing he’s mine and only mine, well, it’s hard to get my dick to stand down. I might need to go slow. Slower than I want to. His first time should be good, though. About him, not me.
My dick disagrees, of course.
He comes out of the bathroom in a hotel robe shortly after the food arrives. I pour him a glass of champagne and try to think of something to say that doesn’t sound cheesy when he touches my arm. “This is really nice. You’re going through a lot of trouble for me.”
“All I did was make a phone call to the kitchen.”
Michael shakes his head. “You’re trying to make this special for me. And I appreciate it. I don’t think I can eat right now. And I shouldn’t drink...could you...would it be weird if I ask you to hold me? Please?” He blushes and looks away. “I’m nervous. But when you touch me, I feel better.”
He’s nervous and he wants me to hold him. The last chain breaks for me. My man, my husband, needs comfort and he wants it from me. I could never tell him in words what that means, how he just changed my life by asking for me. So, I pull him into my arms.
“Michael, whatever you need. From now on, you get whatever you need.”
He sighs and melts against me, pressing deeper, and there’s no way he can’t feel my iron-hard cock. He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, he makes this tiny groan and rubs against me.
“I want to spoil you.” And I do. “If you keep doing that—”
“The things you said to me in the truck. About a baby...”
“If you’re not ready tonight—”
His hand grabs my rod through my jeans. “It made me really hot. Like insanely hot. Your voice...your words...the way you say them...”
My world pinpoints to one thing. “It did?”
He nods. “It so did.”
I’m a smart man. You don’t need to tell me twice to talk dirty to my husband.
“Jesus Christ, baby. I’m going to love knocking you up.” I take his hand off my pants so I don’t come in them right now. “I’m going to lay you on that bed and get your dick in my mouth I can’t wait to taste you.”
“That won’t make a baby...”
“Don’t you worry about that. We’ve got plenty of time for you to come all over me before I even take my cock out.”
I push him onto the bed. I untie the sash on the robe and spread it open so I can see all of his body. My mouth is watering. “You’re gorgeous.” He tilts his head away, so I direct his chin back toward me. “I don’t lie. I’ll never lie to you. Never. You’re gorgeous. Your body is gorgeous.”
I run my hands down his skin, over his chest and thighs. “You’re a dream. I’ve come so many times thinking about you. I can’t believe you’re really here.”
“When you say those things to me...I want to believe you.”
I make my body a cave over his, our faces close. “You felt how hard I was. You know how much I want you.”
He nods and I lick his Adam’s apple. Everything about him turns me on so much.
I push his legs apart. His dick is glistening with pre-come. Fuck. My mouth is watering. I run my thumb gently over the slit and he bucks his hips. I can’t wait until he’s bucking underneath me, but we’ll take our time right now. I bring my thumb to my nose, inhale his scent, and then lick him off my thumb. “So sweet.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “You still have all your clothes on.”
“Yeah. I’m keeping them on for now. Once I take my dick out, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself, and I want to savor you from head to toe.
He pinkens, the color crawling down his face to his chest. He’s going to be my new religion—so much better than even my imagination. “You’re perfect. Look at you.” I take one flat nip in my mouth, and he gasps as I suck it hard. “You like that, sunshine?” I do it again, this time to the other.
He grasps the back of my head and holds me to his chest. The feral noise I make should scare him, but it doesn’t. I’m sucking and biting, and the way he’s bucking and arching is frenzied, out of control. I palm his hard cock with one hand, and he grinds into my palm. He might be untried, but my virgin groom is into what we’re doing.
I move down his body, my stubble scraping across that soft belly. I place a kiss there, knowing the gift he’ll give me someday. “Mmmm, you’ve got the perfect belly for babies. It’s going to be so beautiful, so hot swelling with my child.”
“Oh, God. Luke—”
When I get my face near his perfect pink dick, he tenses up. I breathe him in, rubbing my nose gently against his balls where his omega scent is the strongest and lavishing him with a long, slow lick. The sweet, smooth flesh of his balls is glistening with the omega slick leaking from his ass. Omegas only slick when they are aroused by an alpha. That’s a sign of pure pleasure. Pleasure I’m giving him. I’ve never felt more like a real man.
My dick is leaking in my pants. Patience, asshole.
I rub the flat of my tongue over his dick repeatedly. Broad strokes over his beautiful shaft. His legs tremble, and my patience is snapping. I need inside his body. I need it now.
Fuck him with your tongue.
I spread his ass with my fingers and slide my tongue right into heaven. His omega juices are dripping down my chin and he’s crying out my name. Over and over as I alternate rimming him and tongue-fucking him. I’m lost in his body. I’m dry humping the mattress, pushing the headboard into the wall and thrusting my tongue into his sweet flesh. He’s drowning me, but I don’t need air. Just Michael. I just need Michael.
His whole body tenses and shudders violently as he grinds on my face. I feel like a king. A god. It was worth every minute in that cell if he is my reward.
My cock is straining against my pants, aching to get out. To plunder him the way my tongue is.
I pull back, not wanting him to come until my dick is inside him. He rises up on his elbows and blushes.
“What is it?”
“Your face...it’s...”
Soaked. My face is soaked. “And that embarrasses you?”
He nods. “Is that... am I normal?”
“Baby, nothing we do together in our bed will ever be wrong or abnormal. I love that you are so slick for me. I love the way you smell and taste and it turns me on.”
“Really? You swear?”
“I told you I would never lie to you.”
“Show me, then. Show me how turned on you are. I want to see you.”
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