Chapter 4
OLIVER
My first meeting with Frey on Friday night was an anticlimax. He barely even looked at me, mumbled less than ten words altogether, scarfed down his dinner, and stalked home with his gaze on his shoes. He seemed to be bent on avoiding me.
Only at one moment did I catch him staring at me. He looked almost angry, and my stomach swooped.
Theodore Frey, the largest alpha bear in the mountains, looked scary enough without trying. When he frowned, the sky darkened.
But to me, he was the most handsome and exciting man on earth.
Just the shape of his hands, huge with strong fingers, prominent veins, and dark hair on the backs, was enough to get me wet and fidgeting on the bench.
The touch-starved omega in me wanted to follow him like a puppy and…
what? Bang on his door only to get thrown out again? I had more self-respect than that.
“What’s wrong with him?” Monty asked when Frey was gone.
“I think he’s lonely,” Barclay said. He had his arm around Calvin, Calvin’s enormous belly pressed to his side. I couldn’t look at the beautiful shape without a pang of envy.
I couldn’t change forms for an unknown reason, but I was a shifter omega.
At twenty-two, my body screamed at me to procreate.
Seeing Frey would only make it worse. I owned a collection of toys that I’d put to good use over the years.
It would feel awkward to masturbate in my childhood bedroom again, but desperate times…
Monty interrupted my bleak thoughts. “How old is Frey anyway?”
“Forty-one,” I replied automatically, and Hunter flashed me a look. Was it weird that I knew?
“Damn, that’s rough,” Monty said. “If I’m still without a mate in ten years, I’ll be grumpy as fuck.”
Hunter sighed. He was pushing forty too, and it was no secret he was actively looking for a mate everywhere he could. Frey, on the other hand, hadn’t dated at all—at least not according to the Beauville gossip mill.
Monty looked at me, grinning. “And you don’t like any of these aging beasts, Ollie? Couldn’t you save at least one of them?”
Sometimes, the best defense was an attack. “I used to think you were handsome, Montgomery, but then you told a joke, and…” I shrugged. “The magic was gone.”
Good-natured as he was, Monty just laughed. “Keep making fun of me, friends. But one of these days, the Laurel Riley himself will come back to Beauville, and guess who’ll snatch the most beautiful, talented omega in the world, huh?” He pointed at himself with both hands, waggling his eyebrows.
“Give it up, Monty. He’s not interested.” Calvin shook his head, chuckling.
But Monty folded his arms over his chest. “You’ll see.”
Calvin looked sleepy, and as soon as Barclay finished his one beer, they went home. I excused myself too and headed back to my parents’ cabin. I couldn’t help but slow down when I passed the small lane leading up to Frey’s home. The windows were dark.
The night was getting chilly, and I walked briskly up the hill to keep myself warm. At our gate, I turned around. Beauville lay below, a cluster of porch lights and illuminated, winding roads. Peaceful, quiet, familiar. It felt good to be home.
Our front door was unlocked—I wondered if anyone ever locked their homes in Beauville. Maybe the day raccoons learned to turn doorknobs, the good people of Beauville would finally have a use for their keys.
Only creaking floorboards and darkness met me in the hallway.
When my alpha dad didn’t work late, my parents would go to bed at a ridiculously early hour.
Now that I was older, I understood sleeping wasn’t all they did—and good for them—but it was nearly eleven. They would surely be fast asleep now.
After taking a thorough shower, I dug in the bag I’d hidden under the bed.
Not that my omega dad had any illusions about my sexual needs, but I didn’t have to broadcast these things and make my poor parents uncomfortable.
Hence, I was hiding my sex toys. Ugh, I really should find a place of my own and move out.
I found the curved wand, unwrapped it, and laid it on top of the covers.
The toy was thin but long, with a large bulb at the tip that vibrated.
It was my favorite when I felt achy in the deepest places, which had been happening more often lately.
Lying on my back, I closed my eyes and gave my half-hard cock a couple of strokes.
I made myself forget where I was and who slept only a couple of doors down the hall. Instead, I thought of Theodore Frey, the most powerful alpha in the whole freaking mountains. Frey had to duck his head walking through doors. To have him hold me, to feel the warmth radiating from his wide torso…
What if Frey lay on top of me, pressing me into the mattress?
I recalled how his round shoulders looked in the checkered shirt he’d worn at the pub.
For a few seconds, he had caught my gaze, and maybe I’d imagined it, but I’m sure there had been heat in his eyes.
It was my fantasy, so I decided he was suppressing his desire for me when he clenched those large hands into fists.
How would his hand feel palming my belly?
A possessive touch right over where my womb nestled.
“All of this is mine, Oliver. Everything.”
“Uh-huh. Please.”
“You’ve saved yourself for me, haven’t you?”
“Nobody’s ever touched me but you. I’ve always been yours, Frey.”
“That means I can do whatever I want with you. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Take me. Devirginize me.”
“I’ll fuck you until I come right in here and breed you.”
“Please.”
Frey spreads my legs and pushes his cock into me. The bulging cockhead sends a wave of tingles through my guts. He’s rough, and it hurts because it’s my first time. But then the tip slides over my gland, sending sparks through my middle. My womb aches to be filled, and I beg him.
“Shh. Soon, omega. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry.”
“Breed me, please. Please!”
Twisting my arm, I struggled to shove the toy in harder. My fantasies have changed over the years. The Frey in my dreams used to be a gentle, careful lover, coaxing me and teaching me. But later, when my body matured and my libido grew, my fantasy lover turned impatient and rough.
I angled the wand to pull on my rim, then pressed it against my gland. More. Harder. I bit the pillow when the vibrating tip reached the mouth to my womb.
The orgasm was immediate. I pressed on the handle to add a twinge of pain. There.
Breed me, please, Frey. Deeper. Impregnate me.
It was too intense; the toy massaged the most sensitive spot so aggressively I twitched all over. But I needed it. In my fantasy, Frey breached the closed gate and poured his cum into me, and it hurt, but I was so grateful and happy to be finally his.
The short climax abated, and I turned the toy off. I left the bulb inside me, my body slumped on the bed. My cum cooled on my stomach.
Ugh. What had I been thinking? Devirginize me? Impregnate me?
Grimacing, I purged the cringy sex talk from my head as I rinsed the toy, wiped myself clean, and dragged my pajamas on. Now that I had taken the edge off, the familiar gloom crept in. Even the narrow bed I barely fit into anymore felt too big and empty.
No matter how independent I managed to act, I wasn’t built to be alone. I ached for my alpha with every cell of my body. How much longer would I have to wait?
Calvin and I had made plans to go for a walk in the forest on Sunday, but it rained for the entire afternoon. We sat in their living room drinking tea while Barclay worked on something in the shed.
“He thinks once the baby is born, he won’t get anything done,” Calvin grumbled. It was their first kid, and understandably, Barclay was all over the place.
“Well, you will be busier.”
My friend smiled fondly, gazing through the glass wall at the rainy forest. “He’s just nervous about me giving birth. And there are only two ways he can relieve the stress—running in fur and working.”
I grinned. “What about sex?”
Calvin blushed. “That, too.”
“I’ve heard it’s especially nice when you’re pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah.” He bit his lip, his grin growing mischievous. “We do it at least twice a day. I can barely move but can’t get enough of him. Some days it feels like heat. You know, the insane need and then the amazing relief.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in heat yet.”
He looked stunned. “No? But you’re twenty-two. You should have had at least one.”
“I’m a shifter omega. I won’t have heats until I meet my fated mate. And even then, I have to spend some time with him for the pheromones to affect us and the hormones to kick in.”
“Really? I had no idea. I thought it was like with humans, that you have regular heats, but then the fated mates thing can kick in at any time.”
“Nope. I have to wait. But once we’re mated, it goes fast. All bear shifter omegas have kids early because the urge to breed during the first heat is too powerful to resist.”
Calvin looked down at his big belly, smiling softly. “I remember that.”
He was quiet for a moment. He adjusted the pillow behind his lower back and folded his legs to the side. The move made his belly appear bigger and rounder. When he seemed settled more comfortably, he picked up his tea mug from the coffee table.
“In a way, it must be nice,” he said. “You don’t have to rely on some random alpha to help you through it until you find the perfect man for you.”
“I guess.”
“And you’ve never met someone that you thought might be the one?”
Calvin gazed at me patiently. He’d only moved in with Barclay before Christmas, which was when I first met him.
Over the winter and spring break, he and I spent a lot of time together and even began calling each other when I was away.
We were almost the same age, he worked for my omega dad at the preschool, and I figured he didn’t have that many friends in Beauville yet, aside from Monty, Jordy, and Hunter. He needed omega friends.