Landon

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long. I’d fantasized about it and dreamt about it, but I never let a single clue slip about how I was feeling. I had always been in control of everything—but above all, I was always in complete control of my emotions. And since I’d always had the feeling that Mark had absolutely no interest in me, I kept strict control over how much I let him see.

But that was all over now. Mark was right in front of me. He wasn’t avoiding eye contact, he wasn't staring in the other direction out the car window, he wasn’t blocking me with his arms crossed in front of him, and he wasn't halfway across the room, completely out of my grasp. Mark was right here in my hands, and his eyes were burning into mine. That ridiculous pheromone wash he’d been using had thankfully worn off when he started sweating back at the warehouse, and now that I was so close to him, his pure scent came through.

It was like a floodgate had been lifted and every cell in my body demanded him. His scent, and touch, and warmth, and energy. My caveman brain was screaming at me to take him as hard and fast as possible.

But the other part of my brain, the part that had been waiting for him … for this very moment … wanted to make it last forever. I wanted to take my time and touch every single inch of his body. I wanted to close my eyes and feel his essence inside me—and my tongue inside him.

But not just yet.

I kept my eyes open for another moment—long enough to memorize each and every shade of brown in his. Then I let his scent, and the anticipation of my lips on his, continue to fill me.

"Is there something wrong?" Mark asked, still staring into my eyes with an intensity that had me hypnotized.

"No,” I said, breathing in, and taking the essence of him into me as deeply as possible. I was so very close to ripping his clothes right off his body, but this moment with his lips a fraction of an inch away from mine was heaven. “There's nothing wrong at all. Why?"

"Well, we've been standing here for almost five minutes and you still haven't kissed me." The most gorgeous smile spread across Mark's face and we both laughed out loud.

“There’s no problem at all," I said, hovering a teeny bit closer to his lips. “I’m enjoying your scent … and the anticipation.”

“Well, the anticipation is about to kill me. So, if you don't mind kicking it into second gear …”

“Hmmm. Getting a little antsy? This isn’t fast enough for you? I gotta admit, Mark, I kind of like seeing you squirm. You may be a big, tough cop out there, but right here and right now I'm the one that’s in control," I said, my thumb running back and forth across his full, lower lip. “How do you feel about that?"

Mark didn't say anything for a moment, but I could feel his body melting in my grasp. I knew this had been hard for him, transitioning to an omega so suddenly, and I knew that this was what he needed. Someone to take control, someone to support him completely. He needed to let go of the grip he had on what he thought his life should be, and he needed someone to help him loosen that grip.

I was sure that, with my help, he was going to surprise himself. I could see what a great dad he would be—as well as an amazing partner and lover—and I wasn’t going to let him hide from any of it.

“I think I’d like that,” Mark said, his eyes growing a bit wider with his own realization.

"You’d like what?" I asked, gripping his hair and tugging it so that he let out a gasp.

"I'd like you to be in control," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Please, he said, his eyes closed, “Please, kiss me, Landon.”

A wave of warmth washed over me and inside me as I slowly lowered my lips to Mark’s. And when they met, our energy immediately blended together—the sound of every cell in my body singing out filled my head and drowned out the world around us. It was the sound of the perfect union, of two halves of a whole that were meant for one another, finally finding their way back.

That moment was pure bliss.

I could finally see clearly. This is what I was meant to do. This moment in time was where I had been heading all along. I’d spent so much time trying to find happiness in other ways because I’d been too stubborn to see it. To see that the person right in front of me was my one true mate.

But it wasn't just that I could see it, I could feel it too. I could feel it in the way my skin tingled where my hands wrapped around the back of his neck. I could feel it in the energy that surrounded the two of us. I could feel it when I inhaled his scent and felt like I was a stronger version of me than I’d ever been in my life. And that with his breath inside me I was finally home. The air I breathed out was a perfect blend of two the of us.

I just hoped Mark could see and feel it all too.

As my lips opened and my tongue found its way into Mark’s mouth, I savored the taste and texture of everything that was him. I wanted to take my time, but I couldn’t fight the pent-up desire that had built inside me all these years. My hands were desperate for more.

I pressed my lips against his one final time before moving them down to Mark’s jawline—the perfect, stubble-covered ridge that led to the incredibly sensitive skin on his neck. With each kiss, and lick, and bite, Mark moved in my arms, his body pressing into each contour of my own.

As I moved my hands across his broad shoulders and brought them down the curves of his muscular chest, I felt as if we were engaged in some sort of dance. Each touch from me elicited a movement from Mark that told me how much I was affecting him. Each moan told me that he was experiencing the same level of bliss I was.

I pulled Mark’s T-shirt up in one swift movement and he immediately lifted his arms. Then, when it was over his head and sailing toward the floor, he opened his eyes, the irises taking over as his focus fell on mine.

I tore my eyes away from his, moving them down his sculpted chest and rock-hard abs, with my hands following close behind. I smiled when I noticed how the firm muscles gave way to the soft little mound of his belly. That was just about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life—the evidence of my baby inside the man I was about to ravage. I concentrated my hands on Mark’s mound for a moment, then dropped them down to the waistband of his jeans. I quickly undid them, then pushed them to the floor, and there—standing at attention—was his beautiful, hard cock.

I could see by the way he thrust his hips toward me how much he wanted me to touch his throbbing member, but he was going to have to wait a little bit longer. And that rigid cock was most likely going to be getting a bit harder.

I brought my lips down in the middle Mark's neck and almost came when I heard the low moan that escaped from his throat. I’d already trailed my lips and tongue down his chest, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking another pass. This time focusing my attention on his nipples and the sides of his body. Each move I made brought incredible moans out of Mark’s throat and caused his body to quiver and shake.

As my mouth moved back down toward his belly, I could feel Mark struggling to stay standing. He was gripping the counter behind him with both hands and had bent backward so his head was almost touching the surface.

I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him away from the island, then quickly moved him over to one end of the couch. I pushed him backward so that his ass was resting on one arm and he was laying on his back. In this position, his cock was now the highest part of his body and was sticking up in the air, waiting for my touch.

I pushed myself between Mark’s legs and lowered my mouth to one of his thighs. Mark gasped as I buried my face in the crevice where his thigh met his pelvis. I was careful not to touch his cock, though. I wanted to hear the pleasure in his voice and see the effects I was having on him in his whole body when the moment finally came. I wanted to bring Mark as close to the edge as possible before I let him come.

I lifted Mark’s legs in the air and found his sensitive balls with my tongue. He reached down to grab his cock, but I caught it in my hand and placed it under his ass. “That’s not allowed,” I growled as I grabbed his other hand and forced it underneath him as well. Mark gasped for breath with every move I made with my tongue, but when I sucked both of his balls into my mouth, his moans turned into begging.

“Oh God, Landon. Please, touch my cock. Please! I can’t stand it any longer!”

I looked up at the rigid rod of flesh in front of my face and smiled. He was so close his cock looked like it might explode. Mark’s entire body quivered as I moved my mouth up to the head—not touching it yet. Instead, letting each exhale torture his sensitive skin.

As much as I wanted to devour him whole, I couldn't stop staring at Mark’s perfection. The shape and size of his cock were like something from a dream, and the way the ridge flared out over the shaft … it was incredible. I brought the tip of my tongue to his head and the deep moans that were coming from Mark suddenly turned into high-pitched gasps.

Mark was panting and flexing his ass, which pushed his cock higher in the air, causing it to quiver and bounce. When I saw the pre-come beading up on top, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his fluids to fill my mouth.

I flattened my tongue out on the frenulum and brought my lips up over the head as Mark yelled my name. Once I had him in my mouth and applied some suction, I started swirling my tongue around the head. I moved one hand up-and-down Mark's shaft while I cupped his balls gently with the other and within seconds Mark’s body tensed up.

"Jesus, I'm going to come," he gasped, gripping the arm of the couch underneath him with both hands.

I loved the thought of Mark having so little control over himself while he was in my hands and was thrilled that I could make him come so quickly while barely touching his cock. I was in control of when and how Mark’s cock was touched, and I was in control of when he came. I fucking loved it. I also loved knowing that this was his first orgasm. Mark was going to come many more times in my hands before the day was over.

I sucked him in as deeply as I could before running my lips and tongue back up his shaft, then over the sensitive head. Within seconds, Mark’s musky juices were shooting down my throat. His entire body quivered and convulsed as I continued to massage his balls and suck his cock. I worked Mark’s shaft and milked his cock until there was nothing more inside him and his body went limp.

But I wasn't even close to being done with him. I pushed Mark’s legs into his chest so that his ass was in the air now and his soaking wet asshole was presented to me to do with as I saw fit.

"I can't wait to fill your ass up, Mark. And this time, you’re going to remember every single second," I growled.

I gripped my cock and circled Mark's slick asshole with the head, then—when I couldn't wait another second—I plunged myself in. Mark let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard and pushed his ass closer to me, allowing me to enter him even deeper.

I moved in and out of him slowly at first, but as a frenzy built inside me, I slammed into him harder and faster. Mark’s cock was becoming rigid again as my head pressed against his prostate, and with a few more pumps, he was on the edge again.

“Oh fuck, Landon. I’m gonna come again!”

I gripped his ass with both hands, ramming into him again and again, and just as the warmth of the beginning of my orgasm started to spread, and a low growl came out of my throat, Mark’s cock exploded again, shooting a stream of come onto his chest.

My orgasm peaked as I watched Mark’s face fill with ecstasy. I didn’t want to risk going any further because I could feel that a knot was imminent, so I pulled out of him quickly and shot a second stream of come onto his chest. I wanted to give us both time to enjoy the knot while we were laying in each other's arms.

“We’d better get into bed before I knot inside you and were stuck out here in this position,” I said after I had recovered from the intensity of my release.

By the time I was done with Mark we had each come at least three times, the last for both of us happening after we’d been locked together with my knot for over an hour. We were completely exhausted and had curled up in my king-size bed, sandwiched in between my 800-thread-count cotton sheets and the incredibly fluffy down comforter that was covering us.

I’d learned a long time ago that a comfortable and clean house was very important to me. I also learned that I wasn't particularly good at keeping a clean house or doing laundry regularly, so I’d had a service come in once a week for years. I found it made things easier. And as I lay there, picturing my life with Mark and our children, I honestly didn't see any of it being much different. I had absolutely no interest in forcing Mark to stay at home to cook and clean and take care of the house and kids. Not if that wasn't what he wanted. I would insist on him having the exact life he dreamed of, and if that meant him continuing with his work on the force, I was going to do everything I could to make sure that happened.

That brought my mind to a big question. Would Mark give up his apartment and move in with me here? Would he want to move into a different house? Would he want to live with me at all? It was a big step, especially since he seemed so concerned with other people finding out about him … about us, but I certainly hoped having me around to protect him and take care of him during the pregnancy was something he wanted.

I squeezed Mark's little belly and kissed the back of his shoulder. "How are you doing?" I asked.

Mark didn’t answer right away. He twisted around in my arms until he was laying on his back and his hand was on my chest, then he turned his head and looked up at me with sexy, half-lidded eyes and smiled. "I'm amazing."

“Yes, you are," I said, bringing my lips to his.

A slow, sexy laugh emerged from his throat. "You know what I mean. That was … incredible, Landon. I don’t have any words for how it all felt. I’ve never been with someone who took control like that before. I had no idea that was something I wanted. But I guess I really had no idea what I wanted."

"So are you saying that this feels right? This is something that you want?" I asked, tracing the hairs on his chest with my finger. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for."

"Honestly?” he said as he stared up at the ceiling. "I think I've been so freaked out by the idea of becoming an omega that I wasn't thinking at all. It's all that social bullshit I have ingrained in me about omegas being weak. That kind of stuff has been spinning around and around in my head for the last couple of weeks, and … I don’t know … today at the warehouse, I seriously felt like I was losing it. I guess I’ve been affected by all that crap a lot more than I realized.”

Mark stopped talking for a long moment. He just stared at the ceiling and ran his hand over my arm. I watched every move he made. Every swallow and blink and breath. Then finally he shook his head a little and continued. “I never thought of myself as the kind of person who would put down someone because of their genetic background, but that's exactly what I’ve been doing … to myself. I don’t want to be that kind of person,” he said as he turned his head and looked at me.

I smiled and kissed his forehead. “You’re not that kind of person, Mark. I think you’re just scared. We all do crazy things when we’re scared.”

After a moment he turned back to the ceiling and seemed deep in thought again. I had a lot of questions that were burning to come out, but I didn't want to rush him. I wanted him to come to his own realizations in his own time. That was the most important thing to me. I could help him with his transition. I could support him in every way that I think of, but when it came down to it, Mark had to want me to help him. He had to want to let go of his fear of what other people thought of him, and he had to want to be here with me.

"I don't know what it is about this place. I’ve been here before, and I always liked it—the way it’s decorated and the whole earthy vibe you’ve got going on—but coming to your house today … I don't know… somehow it was … different."

"How?"

"I don't know," Mark said with a smile. I could see his cheeks turning slightly pink and that he was starting to turn his head away, so I slid my hand up to his chin and pulled it back toward me so that I could see his eyes.

"What is it?” I asked.

"I … I feel like I belong here, Landon. With you. I don't understand how I couldn’t see it before, but all of the anxiety that I was feeling … all of the fear and anger that I had swirling around in my head when we were in the car … it evaporated the minute I walked in here. Isn’t that weird?” he asked, his eyes so honest and sweet that he almost looked like a kid.

"No, it's not weird at all. I can't tell you how much I wanted to hear you say that. I feel the same way too, Mark. It seems to me that the change you’re going through has somehow helped us both see the truth."

"Which is?"

"That we belong together,” I said, pulling his head closer to mine. I brought my lips to Mark’s slowly, then gently brushed them together until we were locked in a passionate kiss.