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Grace has been off.
It wasn’t a noticeable change for a while there, but I noticed around the third day it had been happening. He was reserved and went to his cabin earlier than usual, didn’t get up until way after I did either. Didn’t grace me with his presence, didn’t talk to me, didn’t teach his classes, I was starting to get worried.
I missed his silly smiles and jokes that didn’t quite land right. I missed the way he would watch me when he thought I didn’t notice. I missed the way he would awkwardly wait to be pushed away when he thought he did something wrong.
Most of all, I missed the way he would light up when I didn’t hate him.
“Simon? Can I—uhm, I don’t… never mind,” Grace asked once.
He was always so worried that he would say something wrong and I would push him away.
(I certainly hadn’t made it easy for him. Those first few weeks here were… they weren’t easy on either of us.)
“No, tell me,” I gently told him. I thought it was gentle. It didn’t feel gentle.
He curled in on himself a little and looked to the ground, anxiously fiddling his fingers. I wished he would relax and tell me what he felt instead of hiding. I wished he trusted me more.
“I just… I wanted to know if you still had… dynamics? Or if the mutations canceled them out.” That wasn’t what he had wanted to ask, but fine, I wouldn’t pry if he wasn’t ready.
“Dynamics? Like status?” I asked.
“Like, are you an Alpha, beta, or omega? Do you even have those where you came from?”
“Oh. I’m an alpha. The instincts never mutated away, but my biology… it’s a little different.”
“Different how?”
“You gonna faint if I talk about my dick?”
“I—Simon! Never mind, I get it. Your… biology is different.” The sweet little thing was bright red from just the mention of sexual organs. It was cute how much of a prude he was.
“How about you?”
“Huh?”
“You an omega? I assumed you were, you’re so…”
“I… yeah. I’m an omega. What gives it away?”
“You smell like rain. And you’re sweet. Omegas back at Eden were always so taken care of and kept away from danger, do they not do that for omegas on Earth?” It had always ticked me off.
Grace had always obviously been an omega to me. He made my brain scream at me to hold him and keep him safe from all of the terrible things in space, he made me nearly insane knowing he wasn’t safely kept in his nest with an alpha to protect him. I had to fight myself to not scent him the first time I smelled his rain scent.
“No. We’re kind of… looked down upon. We’re the weakest gender. We don’t have a lot of opportunities like others, and I wasn’t really supposed to go on this mission to begin with. They threw me in last minute because the other two options kind of… blew up.”
“What? Omegas are looked down on?” It was a foreign concept to me. Omegas gave life. Omegas were the heart of every family. Why would they be mistreated like this?
“Yeah. Not a lot to really boast about. I mean, we get nauseatingly needy every three months and are entirely incapable of taking care of ourselves. Not exactly prime.”
“Your body is preparing to create life. Do you expect to be able to function comfortably while you’re practically being turned inside out?”
“Well… I mean—“
“Grace, look at me. You’re not inferior, you’re so much stronger than I could ever be.”
Grace got all bashful and his scent grew stronger. He didn’t let me compliment him often.
Rocky, for all his animosity towards me, practically begged me to figure out why Grace was so different. I only complied because I also cared for him. And I was a little worried by what Adrian might do to me if I upset their tiny mate.
(Adrian adored me, I knew it, but they would skin me without a second glance if their mate so much as gave them an inkling of reason to. They were extraordinarily protective of Rocky, probably because he had been gone for years and now Adrian refused to lose him again. I also guessed that Adrian was just… possessive of their belongings, I suppose.)
Grace had hidden in his cabin. It wasn’t all that shocking, considering that the sweet—that the man was probably most comfortable in his own home.
My own cabin was further from the shore, in the “Woods” or the apple orchard that Grace had ever so gracefully given me.
(Grace was not and never will be Graceful, but I had cried very real tears when he first showed me the array of wood. I didn’t understand how it happened, but my—but Grace was always a miracle.)
I made the small hike to Grace’s house before stopping, catching a sweet, slightly sour scent.
I was hard. I knew that much, but I couldn’t put my finger on why until I got closer to the house.
Heat.
I smelled an omega in heat.
I had my fair share of exposure to omegas in heat, Eden had very rarely let them go on suppressants and also made them mate every season. It had seemed unpleasant and I hadn’t wished to partake.
This wasn’t just any omega, though. This was Ryland Grace. The omega that had helped nurse me back to health. The omega that washed blood out of my hair when I couldn’t function with one arm. The omega that made his stubborn rock best friend create a prosthetic arm for me. This was the omega that cried as easy as waves hit the shore and loved with every breath in his body.
And he was scared.
(I thought Grace was on suppressants, but I suppose he wasn’t. Why had he taken this long for a heat? Why hadn’t he come to me?)
I could smell it in his scent, the barest hint of sour that just screamed for someone to hold and console him.
I was moving before I could think. The door was open in a second and I gently walked in to follow that scent.
In his bed, face buried in the pillow, Ryland was muffling his whines as his fingers disappeared in his wet folds—too fast, not nearly deep enough, and in the wrong angle. It didn’t look like it helped soothe his ache at all.
(I could soothe him. I could hold him and calm his aching body with my knot and treat him so well, almost as well as he treats me.)
Nervously, I hovered outside of Ryland’s nest, wanting to help but not wanting to freak out my—the omega.
“Ryland. Hey, Angel, look at me baby?” I gently soothed.
(He’s so beautiful, I wish he wouldn’t hide from me when he needs me.)
Ryland tensed up and peeked out from his pillow. He whined so desperately it almost killed me to not be able to instantly make him feel better.
“Why—why’re y’here?” Ryland asked, his hand shaking as he continued, hips jerking into his hand but receiving nothing to soothe himself.
“Rocky was worried. You haven’t been coming out of your cabin for a while. I was worried,” I said, shifting anxiously.
(I want to hold Ryland. I want to calm him and fill him with pups and make him flourish and plump and happy under my care. This omega was mine, I should take care of him.)
“I—gross, don’t look,” Ryland whined, hiding his face.
There was no such thing as Ryland being gross. He is perfect. This bed should be lucky he even bothered to make a nest on it, Ryland Grace deserved every star that went dark.
“Angel… please let me help you.”
“Whah?”
“May I enter your nest and soothe your heat?”
“I… please…” Ryland sounded ashamed, scent spiking with fear—not for me, but fear that he wouldn’t do good enough.
That wouldn’t do.
I stripped off all of my clothing and sat it to the side, knowing that Ryland would probably want to add my scent to his nest as long as I performed right and sated him. I was gentle as I guided him from out of his pillow and gently pulled his fingers out of himself.
Ryland whined, needy and pained by his heat, even though it was clear that Ryland had either never had a heat before or had never dealt with them himself. My sweet omega didn’t seem to be very… explored, so I assumed he was a sweet little virgin. Or at least when it came to heats.
(The mere thought of another alpha bedding my omega made me homicidal. How would I be sure that they treated him properly? How would I be sure they loved him! My omega deserved to be pampered and taken care of, not forced to present and ruined!)
“Don’t do that, Angel, you’ll hurt yourself,” I gently reprimanded. Ryland whined, eyes getting teary and nervous, and I instantly wanted to soothe that worry.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Let your alpha take care of you, okay? I’ll make you feel good,” I soothed, pressing my fingers to his lips for him to suckle.
He obeyed perfectly, sucking my fingers for me. He whimpered and his eyes closed, shy and embarrassed.
That was okay. If my omega was too shy to look at me, I would just have to press him up against his nest where he could smell the safety while I claimed—aided him.
(I wanted to claim him. I wanted to take him apart and love every single piece, to fuck his brain to shambles and coddle him while he fixed it back up. But I wouldn’t dream of doing that without his permission.)
I pulled my fingers out and gently kissed Ryland’s forehead, my free hand guiding his legs open.
“I’m gonna prepare you, then I’m gonna flip you and I need you to present for me, can you do that, sweet?” I cooed, my wet fingers gently slipping into Ryland’s misused cunt to soothe him.
“Ye—yes, alpha,” Ryland whined, making me so much harder and simultaneously melted for this perfect omega.
“Thank you, Angel. You’re so perfect, doing so well. I’ll take care of you, just relax and let your—“ I wasn’t sure if Ryland would be upset by me staking a claim on him or not. I hoped not. “—alpha take care of this.”
I was as gentle as I could be in my exploration. I wasn’t fast and desperate like he had been handling himself earlier, no, my omega deserved better than that. He deserved to be eased into a wet, trembling mess. I wish he had come to me before this. Wish he had asked for me to claim him before this heat. I wished for so much, but I would never be upset with my sweet angel.
Ryland was trembling and gasping, whining in pleasure every other second. I think he had already come twice. One more wouldn’t hurt. I wanted my omega as blissed out as possible when I finally penetrated him.
(I was well aware that my cock wasn’t typical for an alpha, too long and too slicked and oddly shaped. Maybe my sweet omega would like to inspect me later, after his heat was sated.)
I still had a knot. That was the same, but similarities with my old cock ended there. I was about two inches longer than I used to be, and I was already above average then. I wouldn’t force my omega to take all of it, it would only hurt him.
My shaft was covered in ridges and bumps that I hoped wouldn’t do more harm than good, and it was a soft red color when I was hard. I wasn’t too sure about my internal structure, but I assumed most of the changes were external, like my teeth.
(Too sharp, I worried I’d never be able to claim my omega if he feared my teeth would tear open his shoulder instead of lovingly marking him.)
I chastised myself for getting distracted when I heard Ryland whimper and cant his hips down on my fingers. I couldn’t afford to let my attention stray from the beautiful sight in front of me.
I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but I lost my composure and slightly jerked my fingers directly into the spot that I had discovered would make Ryland scream. The omega shook in my arms as I held him to my chest, kissing his forehead and whispering words of praise and devotion as he dripped his sweet scented cum.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. As lovingly and gently as I could, I guided Ryland to his knees and held his hips up. I let him bury his face in the pillows, knowing that my sweet omega was shy.
(I’d fix that. I’d fuck him so well that he wouldn’t even think, let alone hide from someone that made him feel so good. I’d make him happy.)
Then, holding his hips and rubbing his spine gently with my thumbs to make him shiver despite being limp, I lined my cock up with his slick pussy and slid in.
I had to nearly immediately pause out of concern for my omega. I was not a fourth of the way in and he was already trembling and squirming.
“Hey, Angel, my sweet omega, what’s wrong?” I cooed, gentle as I could be so I didn’t upset my omega. That was the last thing I wanted to do while he was in heat.
“Alph—ah… Si…” Ryland whined, looking back at me.
I had to hold my knot to stop myself from nearly coming at the sight. His eyes were glossy with need and his face was flushed, he looked the picture of a pretty, pleased omega. This was the kind of sight my alpha brothers had dreamed of at Eden.
(I didn’t want to think about Eden right now. Not while I was buried in the sweetest omega on this side of the universe. Of any universe, actually.)
“Yes, my angel?” I cooed adoringly, leaning down to press my chest to his back and scent him. I just couldn’t help myself, he was so sweet and I wanted him to feel as loved as physically possible.
“Simon… Si, Si,” Ryland chanted, his hips lightly trying to push back on my cock.
I nearly sat up again to fuck him good and proper, but I didn’t. Ryland stopped trembling and squirming when I leaned down and pressed myself right up against him. He likes this.
Things I know about Ryland Grace;
He’s sweet.
He’s smart.
He’s amazing.
He’s the best omega ever.
He likes it when I scent him while he’s fucked.
Noted.
I pressed myself deeper into him at the same time I pulled him back onto my cock. I was rewarded with an arch of Ryland’s back and his pussy fluttered around me, encouraging me deeper.
This sweet omega was so tight.
“Fuck… you’re perfect.”
“Yours, alpha, only yours,” Ryland moaned, like he was telling himself that as much as he was telling me.
I lost my cool for a moment.
I had thrust my cock all the way inside Ryland, and the omega was trembling through another sweet little orgasm, limp and blissed out in the pillows. I panicked a little. I didn’t want to accidentally hurt my sweet omega!
But Ryland seemed as content as ever. Of course, my omega likes to be loved and ruined. He wanted me to be a little rough.
(Something in me had always told me to grab him and hold him close to protect him and fuck him full of my pups. I guess I should listen to that animal inside me more often.)
After my Ryland had calmed down a little, I began to fuck him with earnest. I kept my head buried in his neck to scent and purr into his ear, praise him for doing so good.
He was gasping and squirming a little, not quite fighting his way out of my grip but nearly.
That wouldn’t do.
“Omega. Be good,” I growled out before I could stop myself, pressing Ryland to the nest and snapping my hips, cock buried against the sweet little thing’s sweet spot.
Ryland jerked and came again with a cry, but then he went fully limp, save for a few little trembles here and there.
I worried for a moment that he was paralyzed with fear of me, but then his scent reached me. He smelled so happy and blissed out, not a single ounce of fear or worry in his body. He was limp and pleased, nearly dozing.
I felt gooey and so happy that my omega wasn’t upset. Ryland’s scent was nearly always laced with a small hint of worry or fear or stress, I had never seen him this relaxed.
It was his scent that set me off.
Burying my face in his scent gland, I buried my knot deep in his sweet, lax cunt. I sucked on his gland but made sure not to break the skin. We would talk properly before that.
I’ll be honest. I think I blacked out for a second.
I filled him to the brim, practically delivering my eggs directly to his ovaries with how deep I was. I selfishly hoped he wasn’t on any contraceptives, but I knew that was unlikely. Who would send an omega to space with other alphas and not give him contraceptives?
I didn’t know much about his crew members, but I knew one was an alpha and the other a beta. Surely, the alpha was supposed to help my omega with his heats, but that good for nothing had to go and die.
(They weren’t good for nothing. That was a person that gave up their life for a better cause. I was being needlessly possessive.)
So Ryland had contraceptives. No pups for us, I guess.
(I had no right to be so upset by that thought.)
My sweet omega was already asleep by now. The poor thing had probably been suffering for hours before I got here, so he certainly deserved a break.
I shifted so that I could spoon him instead of risking crushing him, keeping my knot undisturbed in his cunt. I wouldn’t let him go unless he asked me to.
I fell asleep shortly after.
I woke to a lovely sight.
It was light with the artificial sun rising in the distance and warm. I was surrounded by a sweet scent and I instinctively curled around whatever I was holding, pulling it down to my chest.
I was fully woken up to the sound of soft whimpering in my ear and suckling on my scent gland.
Ryland was gasping and trembling, the poor thing so hot and trying to get himself off riding me while I slept. My sweet omega, so considerate as to try and not wake me up.
“Fuck, Ryland, my sweet little omega. You need me to help you?” I asked, not wanting to assume that my omega wanted me to fuck him. Maybe he just wanted to ride me.
“Ye—yes, please, please yes!” Ryland begged, whining into my ear.
That was all I needed.
I flipped him onto his back and spread his legs, still a little fogged from my sleep. I wasn’t thinking about being gentle with him, I was thinking about knocking him up and soothing his heat.
I gripped his thighs as I railed him nearly off the side of the bed, pressing my chest to his so we could be as close as physically possible and he could cry in pleasure into my ear. My omega wouldn’t go a day ever again without me to make sure he was safe and happy.
Ryland cried out in bliss as he threw his arms and legs around me, clawing my back to try and ground himself. He yanked me closer and trembled through an orgasm as he bit my neck, right on my scent gland.
I growled loudly with pleasure, feeling the connection halfway through between us. If I were to lean down and bite him back, we would be mates.
It was with that thought that I came deep in his pussy again. I slammed my knot into his eager cunt and gripped his hips a little too hard. It would bruise.
Ryland trembled before he pulled back, licking the wound to clean it up and letting out a shivery moan. He flopped back in bed, exhausted, and bared his throat to me.
He wanted me to claim him.
I couldn’t help the little jerk my hips did as I leaned down, desperately humping my knot deeper into his cunt as he whined in overstimulation.
I would apologize later.
Right now, though, I claimed. My. Omega.
I could feel Ryland have another orgasm as I bit, and I humped his cunt through it. I tried to soothe him some by running my thumbs over his hips.
This should solve Ryland’s heat problem, so I silently mourned not being able to rail my omega full of my seed anymore. But, at the same time, I didn’t really care if it meant I could call this amazing, perfect omega my own.