Alpha's Pride: An MMM Mpreg romance (Irresistible Omegas Book 4) Read online

  The silence hung heavy between them with Bray studying Kean, who stood patiently as the alpha seemed to make up his mind about something. Finally, the alpha jammed his hands into his pockets. “We could play sometime,” he said, his voice gruff.

  It was the least sophisticated proposal Kean had ever had, but he couldn’t say no, not when it was what he’d wanted for so long. It was pathetic that even this small crumb Bray threw him was enough to make his heart skip a few beats.

  “Sure,” he said, keeping his voice level, determined not to show his hand. “That’d be cool.”

  4

  Palani had warned the pack they wanted to do experiments that night with Lidon trying to shift. He’d joked that they’d better find privacy in case the effects were the same as last time. Kean had made a mental note to do that, not wanting to find himself in a similar predicament as two weeks ago when Lidon shifted for the first time, but he’d had a complication with a baby goat who refused to be born and as a result, he was running late.

  Plus, he’d hoped Bray would contact him during the day to make good on his vague promise to play sometime, whatever the hell that meant. Hell, that was ten days ago and the alpha still hadn’t made a move. What was he waiting for, a handwritten invitation?

  He was still dropping off that day’s fresh eggs in the kitchen when the wave hit him, raising goosebumps all over his skin, as well as one excited cock. Dammit, he hadn’t even had dinner yet, and he was fucking starving.

  He tried to ignore it for the first minute as he put the eggs in the fridge, but his cock signaled it wasn’t planning on backing down anytime soon. But it wasn’t just that; the whole energy in his body was impossible to ignore. He felt like he’d done drugs, too high to sit still, too wired and wound up to even try. With a frustrated sigh, he decided to head back to his bunkhouse to get some exercise in for his right hand.

  He’d barely made it into the hallway when he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him. Bray stood in front of him, his eyes blazing with the same sexual heat Kean felt thundering through his own veins.

  “You want this?” the alpha growled, his voice reaching deep inside Kean.

  He didn’t even think. Fucking finally. “Hell yes.”

  Bray grabbed his wrist, pulled him into the first bedroom they could find, then locked the door behind them. For a few seconds, they stared at each other, a wordless battle. Then Kean stepped in and offered his mouth to Bray, content to let the alpha dominate him. For now.

  There was nothing sweet or hesitant about Bray’s kiss. He took Kean’s mouth with a confidence that bordered on aggression, and Kean was fine with it. He opened up, let Bray in, then kissed him back for all he was worth, their tongues dueling even as their bodies found each other. Bray pushed him against the wall, his hard-on connecting with Kean’s, who pushed right back. God, yes, this was exactly what he needed right now to get rid of that crazy energy in his body.

  Bray didn’t even have an inch on him, which put their heads at the same height as they kissed furiously. Bray’s hands were flat against the wall behind Kean, boxing him in, and for some reason that made Kean’s stomach go weak. Those biceps right next to his face were massive and so fucking masculine.

  The alpha gyrated his hips, grinding into Kean with slow but coordinated moves. If he kept that up, they wouldn’t get far. He wriggled his hands between them and went for Bray’s belt. He had it unbuckled in a second, then dragged the man’s pants and underwear down to his thighs, where Bray took care of the rest and pulled them all the way down and kicked them off. They let go of each other for a few seconds to take their shirts off, and Kean figured he might as well get rid of his pants.

  There was no doubt anymore where this was going, so no need to be delicate. They both knew what they wanted, and Kean saw no reason to deny himself. He’d waited long enough for Bray to get a clue.

  Bray plastered himself against Kean again, and the connection of their naked bodies against each other sent a shock wave through him. It had been a while since an alpha had fucked him, and it was what he needed right now. Bray was hot as fuck, and his body was absolutely fucking perfect. That included his cock, which now rutted against Kean’s, both slick already.

  Kean dragged his mouth away. “Lube. We need lube.”

  Bray looked at him as if he were speaking a foreign language, then understanding dawned in his eyes. “You’re not an omega,” he said, and that struck Kean as funny. Apparently, their sexual chemistry didn’t leave Bray unaffected either if he was so into it he’d forgotten Kean was a beta, not an omega whose hole would get slick all by itself.

  “Last time I checked, no,” Kean said.

  His eyes lit up when he saw a bottle of lube on the bedside table. This was Lars’s old room, so the beta must’ve left it behind when he moved into Grayson’s room. Or those three had stashed bottles everywhere, which wouldn’t surprise Kean either, what with their sexual appetite. On that thought, it could have been one of the pack alpha’s men as well. Not that he was going there, because that would mean his brother and he was so not thinking of his brother when he was about to have sex with a hot alpha.

  He pointed toward the bottle. “There you go.”

  For a second, Bray hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure he should be the one getting it. Kean waited. If the alpha wanted to fuck him, he could damn well make the effort of getting the lube. That was his job as a top, right?

  Bray let go of him and walked over to get the bottle. Kean wiped off his mouth, his lips throbbing with the aftermath of their frantic kissing, and took the opportunity to admire the guy’s body. Damn, there was not an imperfect spot on Bray. It was a little disheartening, really, that one man could be so perfect. Good thing he was a bit of an ass, otherwise it would be too much in one person.

  When Bray turned around, Kean had his first opportunity to study his front in a little more detail. Yup, not a damn thing out of place, including a large, thick, perfectly curved dick. He would feel that tomorrow, he was sure, but damn, it would be worth it.

  “That’s one hell of a cock you got there,” he said, not seeing any reason he shouldn’t be honest.

  Bray looked a little startled. “Thank you,” he said, then seemed to catch himself at the somewhat stupid reaction. It looked like he’d wanted to say something more, but he didn’t, and Kean suppressed a laugh. He liked unbalancing him, making him question himself. It was fun, even in a situation like this.

  “You want to head to the bed?” he asked Bray. “As much as I appreciate a good wall fuck, it might be easier to start in bed. I’m gonna need some prepping time considering your size.”

  Bray’s eyes darkened. “You’ve done this before, right?”

  Kean grinned. “I’m not some delicate virgin flower.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I meant, you’ve done it with an alpha before?”

  “Have you ever done it with a beta before?” Kean shot back. “If we’re comparing sexual history.”

  The muscle beneath Bray’s right eye twitched. “I’m not sure what that has to do with anything.”

  Kean’s eyes grew big. “Oh my god, you haven’t, have you? Dude, I’ll be taking your beta virginity, how cool is that?”

  “You’re being absurd,” Bray said, but Kean noticed he wasn’t denying it, merely deflecting.

  Oh, this was gold. Pure, precious gold. “You do realize we’re not the same as omegas, right? That’s we need a little more TLC beforehand?”

  “Of course,” Bray said stiffly.

  Kean took pity on him. “Bray, it’s okay if you’ve never done this before. There’s no reason to hide it or be ashamed of it.”

  Bray’s eyes flashed with annoyance as they met Kean’s. “I don’t like to be in a position where I’m the weaker one.”

  “Admitting you don’t know something doesn’t make you weaker,” Kean said, his tone mellowing. “It makes you smart, because you’re being honest and c
lear. It’s no biggie, you know?”

  Then, to lighten the mood, he let his eyes drop to Bray’s cock. “Well, maybe in this case it is.”

  He was happy to see Bray’s lips curve upward in a smile. “You like my dick?” the alpha asked, and beneath the arrogance Kean tasted something else, a hint of insecurity. Maybe even perfect Bray wasn’t always as self-assured as he appeared.

  Kean sent back a broad smile. “I really do. Do you think we can make this work anytime soon?”

  In response, Bray grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the bed, letting the two of them tumble on the mattress on top of each other. Of course, the big guy rolled right on top of Kean, but when he fused their mouths together again, Kean reasoned that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to let Bray win every now and then.

  Bray cursed Kean’s perceptiveness, even as he kissed him till they both ran out of breath. It wasn’t elegant, their mouths fusing, but damn, it had him hard. He’d been hard ever since that wave rolled through him, but kissing Kean had made it almost painful. But how the hell had the beta figured out Bray was a little out of his depth here? He’d never fucked a beta before, and truth be told, he was unsure of the logistics involved.

  Not that he would ever admit that to Kean. It was bad enough the guy had sniffed out the truth. It was easy for him, a beta, to state that admitting you didn’t know something made you smart, but it was different for an alpha. Alphas couldn’t show weakness, not ever.

  Kean moved beneath him, spreading his legs wide, and Bray gasped into the beta’s mouth as their groins connected even more intimately. He couldn’t wait to get inside him, that sexual frenzy still buzzing inside him.

  “We good?” he asked, dragging his mouth away. Kean was gorgeous, all flushed and with swollen lips, that sturdy body of his trembling.

  “I’m perfect,” Kean grinned. “Put some lube on your fingers and stretch me, and we’re good to go.”

  Okay, he could do that. He leaned over to grab the lube he’d deposited on the floor next to the bed, then squirted some out. It made him realize that he’d never done this. He’d never put his fingers inside another man. With omegas, you didn’t need to. If you went a little slow and careful in the beginning, they were fine, since their holes slicked up by themselves. And he’d never touched himself there, obviously. He was an alpha, and his body wasn’t made to be penetrated.

  He rolled off Kean and kneeled between his legs. What if he did something wrong? Something that made it clear he didn’t have a clue about this part? Kean would laugh him out of the room. Dammit, he should’ve never done this, not with a beta, and not with Kean. He was not only sharp as a tack, but Palani’s brother, so this could go wrong on so many levels.

  Then Kean’s strong hand circled around his wrist and brought it close to his ass. “Push in slowly with one finger,” the beta said softly.

  “I know how to do this.”

  “Shut up, Bray,” Kean told him mildly. “We don’t need to talk this to death but don’t fucking lie to me.”

  Bray clenched his teeth as humiliation flashed through him, but when Kean didn’t say anything else and let go of Bray’s wrist, he focused on the pink hole in front of him. It was pretty, he had to admit, surrounded by a pair of pale, luscious globes. His skin was super smooth there, unlike his hands, which showed he was a working man. Bray didn’t mind so much, he discovered. He loved the forceful way Kean grabbed ahold of him.

  He painted a slick trail with his lubed-up right index finger, starting at the top of Kean’s crack and descending until he’d reached that little pucker. It was stiff at first, unyielding, until he circled around a bit, massaging and pushing. It softened then, and he pushed the tip of his finger in. Kean let out a breathy sigh, which Bray thought was a good sign, so he slid his finger in and out.

  Damn, he was tight, even around his finger. Was that normal for betas? How did getting fucked not hurt? Maybe they were wired differently and enjoyed that. He wouldn’t, he was sure.

  After a bit, Kean’s hole relaxed around him, giving way. Hmm, would it be enough? Kean had said stretching, though, so he should try adding another finger first. His cock was much thicker than that, so he’d better make sure he wasn’t hurting him.

  “Add another one,” Kean told him.

  “Hold your horses,” Bray snapped, pissed the beta had spoken before he could’ve done it himself. Now it looked like he needed instructions, dammit.

  He slid two fingers back in with a bit more force than he’d intended to, feeling guilty until Kean moaned and pushed his ass back at Bray. “God, yes, like that.”

  Huh. Apparently, a little force was a good thing. Who the fuck knew? He pumped his fingers in and out, Kean loosening up around him.

  “Fuck, that feels good.”

  Bray watched his fingers disappear into Kean up to his knuckles and decided he liked this. It felt a little weird at first, but seeing how much Kean enjoyed it spurred him on. The beta kept making little grunts of pleasure, sounds that Bray found wonderfully erotic. Then he realized that two fingers were still a lot less than his dick, and he added a third.

  “Oh, damn,” Kean sighed. “Oh, fuck.”

  Bray kept watching him as he closed his eyes, biting his lips as his hole stretched around Bray’s fingers. There was something powerful about this, something magical to see his body respond to Bray’s touch.

  He changed his fingers’ position, curling them, and Kean catapulted off the bed. “Okay, that’s it. I’m ready,” the beta declared, and Bray pulled out. As much as he enjoyed fingering him, his cock was leaking and dying to get inside that tight hole.

  He rolled a condom on within seconds, then applied extra lube, figuring it couldn’t hurt to be on the safe side, and was back in position, Kean watching him with hungry eyes. Just as he wanted to slide in, the beta said, “Bray, one more thing. In case you forgot: no knotting. That’s a little more than I’m willing to do for a first time.”

  Bray’s brain registered the “first time” part first, already reveling in the fact that Kean wasn’t excluding a follow-up, but then the previous part sank in. No knotting. He hadn’t even thought of that, that betas might not like that part. Or maybe it hurt too much? That made sense, since they weren’t as flexible on the inside as omegas, who were built to bear children. As much as he hated to admit it, it was good Kean had warned him. Shit, he could've fucked that up.

  He wanted to wave him off, but instead opted for a little more honesty here, since Kean deserved that much. “Okay. Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

  Kean’s blue eyes sparkled as they met Bray’s. “What if I want it to hurt a little?”

  Bray’s mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a few seconds, before he caught himself. He swallowed thickly, looking down on Kean as he rested himself on his arms. “You like it rough?” he checked to make sure he understood.

  “Yeah. I’m not some fragile omega, Bray. I won’t break. I may bruise a little, but given the right circumstances, I may not mind so much.”

  Bray swallowed again. “That’s a lot of trust you have in me.”

  Kean’s grin softened. “I know you’ll respect my limits.”

  “Always,” Bray swore.

  “I know. Do your worst, alpha. Have at it.”

  Call him weird, but hearing Kean call him “alpha” did something to Bray. He said it so rarely, and to hear him say it now, in that low, growly voice, when Bray was about to take him…man, he wanted to do things to him. Dirty things. Hot things. All-night-long-and-then-again things.

  The buzz in his veins that had simmered down increased to a roar. His cock found Kean’s slick hole, and he pushed in, less worried now about hurting him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, to not have to be careful. Even in the club, with subs, he was still always aware omegas were fragile compared to him. Delicate was a better word, and that sure as fuck did not apply to Kean Hightower.

  He plunged in, delighted when Kean let out a low moan of pleasure, openi
ng wide for Bray’s onslaught. He pinned Kean’s arms down—loving the way their bodies fit together with him on top—then planted his knees for a better angle and went to town. It was rough, deep, deliciously slick and so fucking tight.

  Kean’s tan body moved with his, his hips snapping up to eagerly meet his thrusts, the two of them finding a rhythm as old as time. “Damn, Kean,” he grunted, sweat pearling on his body.

  “Alpha,” Kean moaned, jamming his ass down, allowing Bray to sink his cock in even deeper.

  Bray lowered himself on top of Kean, blanketing him, trapping the beta’s cock between them. He held on to Kean’s wrists, still pinning them against the mattress, though he wasn’t even protesting it. He’d never felt a body like this underneath him. Not this strong, this smooth, this soft and tough at the same time. His skin was like velvet, glowing and slick, setting Bray on fire everywhere their bodies touched. He’d always thought Kean gorgeous, but right now, the beta took his breath away.

  He lowered his mouth, hovered until Kean’s eyes found his, then closed the distance. His teeth found his bottom lip, that stubborn lip that could smirk like no one else. He nipped, delighted when Kean let out a little growl, then bit again before soothing the sore spot with his tongue. Kean let him, surrendering fully, welcoming Bray’s invasion in his mouth and his body. It was magical, Bray thought, then his mind shut down to everything else but the urge to claim Kean.

  They were in sync, their bodies moving in a flawless harmony, Kean’s choppy breaths mingling with Bray’s. His balls churned, communicating their desire to unload, and he sped up. Kean met his pace, a string of moans falling from his lips now, each one spurring Bray on even further. He pressed down his stomach, increasing the friction on Kean’s cock, which was leaking like crazy.

  “Bray…” the beta grunted, then louder, “Bray!”

  Bray’s eyes screwed shut as he bent over deeper, every part of his body touching and claiming Kean’s. He started shaking, the tingle that inched down his spine settling in his balls, his cock, until the pressure was unbearable. He held on as long as he could by sheer will, not wanting this pleasure ride to end. Then he couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure blazing through him unstoppable. He allowed it to overtake him, and then he soared, flew. He vaguely registered Kean letting out a choked cry, but Bray was lost to his orgasm. Stars. He saw actual fucking stars explode right before his eyes as he emptied his balls and filled up the condom.