Omega’s Pretend Mate by Lacey Daize

Chapter 11 - Gabe

Icouldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell.

Christian had spent the past three nights in my bed, and it was driving me crazy with need. I’d gotten up immediately the other mornings to keep him from seeing my hard-on but I just wanted to enjoy it for once.

We were getting married in a matter of hours, and it was a bittersweet feeling.

The joking conversation from the other night weighed heavily on me. I wanted to be a real part of Christian’s family, with his mark on my neck, and his baby growing in my belly.

Had he really been looking at me like he wanted to see me pregnant?

Christian shifted in his sleep and slid his arm over me, holding me in place so he could spoon up behind me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to bury my nose in his chest.

His arm tightened at my waist, then he made a few noises as he started to wake.

I looked up at him, his eyes still half-closed.

He was so handsome, and I couldn’t stop myself. I shifted to kiss him, and ground my erection against his stomach.

Christian growled softly and slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring it lazily while we kissed.

I ground my dick against him again, and he grabbed my ass, pulling me to him so that his hard cock pressed against mine.

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth.

Christian stilled, and for a moment I thought I’d asked for too much, then his fingers dipped below the hem of my pajama pants.

“Just this,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my dick. “Can’t have you walking down the aisle funny.”

I shivered at the implication that he could fuck me hard enough to make me walk funny. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him.

I squirmed to get my pants down off my hips, then pushed his down so that I could take his gorgeous cock in hand. I gave it several long strokes, loving the heft of it against my palm.

He growled into my mouth, released my cock, then slid his hand between my ass cheeks. For a moment I thought he was going to prep me, but I quickly realized he was coating his hand with slick. Then he shifted so that he was slightly over me, removed my hand and pressed our cocks together, holding and stroking them in his hand.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. It was almost unbelievably good with the smooth skin of his shaft sliding against my own.

He thrust against me, his cock rubbing against mine just right, and my head fell back against the pillows.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, drowsily dropping kisses along my neck.

We rocked together, kissing as we fucked into his hand.

It was gentle, lazy, and I loved it. But I also knew that I wouldn’t last long, as pent up as I’d been since my heat.

I needed this man; his reassurances and the respect he’d shown. I’d never felt so supported as I had in the months I’d been with him. I wasn’t fighting alone anymore, and I didn’t want to go back. I wanted everything with him.

Christian wasn’t just my alpha, he was my partner, which was a far more significant role.

He started adding more stimulation to my cock, running his thumb along my shaft until I shook with pleasure.

“I’m not gonna last,” I moaned.

“Me neither,” he said between kisses. “Don’t hold back.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into another series of kisses. I wanted to enjoy this, because I didn’t know when I would get it again. He seemed comfortable helping with my heats, but we hadn’t discussed sex otherwise.

Christian plunged his tongue into my mouth, and that was all it took. He swallowed my moans as I came, and I savored the way he growled against my lips as our cocks pulsed together and warmth bloomed between us.

He relaxed, his weight pressing me into the mattress as we continued to kiss. Then he moved off me, grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned us both before pulling me into his arms to snuggle.

This was how I wanted to wake up for the rest of my life, with him beside me, indulging in lazy morning sex because we were both in the mood.

It was too bad I wasn’t going to get it.

∞∞∞

Mama sniffled behind me, and I grabbed a box of tissues. I turned and walked over to her with it.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup before we even get out there,” I said, offering her the box.

She smiled. “I can’t help it. My baby boy is getting married.”

I hugged her as guilt ate at my middle. Everybody was so excited, but the day was bittersweet for me. It meant that my time with Christian would soon start counting down. I wouldn’t be able to pretend that he would be there forever, no matter how much I wanted to.

“Do you think I’m making the right choice?” I asked.

Mama patted my hand. “I can’t answer that. Christian is a kind alpha, and I can see that you love him very much. He seems to love you too. That’s what you wanted, right?”

I nodded. He was everything I wanted, and more.

“Then he’s the right choice for you.”

I forced a smile.

There was a knock at the door, then Ivy stuck her head in. “Mom says that all the little kids are paired up and ready.”

“Thank you,” I said, turning back to the mirror.

Instead of getting the hint, Ivy stepped into my bedroom and started looking around. I was annoyed, but decided to let it go.

“Are we almost ready?” mama asked.

I nodded. “Last few minutes. I guess it’s time to text father and grandfather, and the ushers to get everybody seated.”

Mama nodded, then perched herself on the edge of my bed to send the text.

I checked to make sure that my suit jacket laid properly, then put on some lip balm. I wanted my lips to be soft when Christian kissed me.

“So have you decided on an asking price?” Ivy asked. “I wouldn't mind taking this place off your hands once you move into Christian’s place, since you won’t need two houses in Harris Cove. We’ve been looking for a fixer-upper out here.”

A fixer-upper? Bitch!

Mama glanced at Ivy, confused, and I was glad she was there as she kept me from throttling my cousin.

I put on the fakest smile I could, and with a voice as sweet as saccharin said, “Oh, we’re not selling. Christian has already moved in with me since he was renting.”

I then leaned in and lowered my voice. “You’re never getting this house Ivy. Never. I’d sell it at a loss before I’d let you have it.”

Was it vindictive and poking the bear? Absolutely. But it felt so good too. Everything that had led up to my wedding was because of her greed.

She stormed out of my bedroom.

“What was that about?” mama asked.

“You know Ivy,” I replied, and mama sighed.

“I really wish that Evelyn had reined her in as a child. I suppose it’s too late for that now though.”

Mama then stood and walked over to smooth her hands down my lapels. “I’m so proud of you.”

I smiled at her.

“Ready?”

I nodded. “Ready.”

Mama looped her arm in mine and we walked down to the living room, where all the kids under ten had been assembled as a mass of flower girls and ring bearers, while the older children helped as ushers.

Mama kissed my cheek, then released me so that one of Josh’s children could escort her to her seat once the procession started.

Aunt Evelyn cast me a glance as she clapped to get the children’s attention, but gave them last minute instructions as father and grandfather came in.

Grandfather had tears in his eyes, and father beamed with pride as they each embraced me. Then we followed the children out onto the patio.

The string quartet started the song for the processional, and for once I was thankful for Evelyn’s micromanaging as she gave directions. Christian’s mom and papa were escorted to their places, followed by mama. Then Evelyn sent the children out, youngest first, in pairs.

Finally the song changed to ‘Here Comes the Omega,’ and it was my turn. Father and Grandfather each took an arm as we walked down the stairs from my patio to the beach.

Butterflies exploded in my stomach. This was really happening.

I might only get a year with my alpha, but I’d have the memories of that year for the rest of my life.

We turned the corner around the guests, and I finally got a good look at him. He was stunning, and all I could focus on was him.

I loved Christian Jeffries.

We paused at the start of the aisle while the last of the children dispersed to their parents. Then we were moving.

I felt like I was floating down the aisle when Christian smiled at me, and I knew I’d never be happier than in that moment.

I barely heard the officiant ask who was presenting me to my alpha before I stepped up to take Christian’s hand.

The officiant talked about love, and family, and the sacred bonds between alpha and omega.

There was a commotion in the audience, and it caught my attention, but seemed to settle.

I met Christian’s gaze, I would treasure every second of our time together.

“If anybody has any reason why these two should not be…”

“I object!”