Santa's Omega Stepbrother: An MPreg novella (Santas of Alpha Ridge Book 1), page 1





Santa’s Omega Stepbrother
Santas of Alpha Ridge
Anna Wineheart
Contents
Santa’s Omega Stepbrother
1. Leaking In The Not-Fun Sort Of Way
2. Not Your Typical Santa
3. A Present For Brodie
4. Brodie’s Heat
5. Did Anyone Use Contraceptives?
6. Brodie Has Regrets
7. A Magic Sleigh Ride
8. Who’s On BC?
9. Midnight Chats With Santa
10. Awkward Times
11. Delivering On Promises
12. Memories
13. Morning Sickness At Alpha Ridge
14. Santa For Scrapbooking
15. All I Need
16. Birth
Epilogue
Also by Anna
About the Author
Copyright Anna Wineheart 2022
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.
Warnings: past childhood beatings
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You are worthy.
You are loved.
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Santa’s Omega Stepbrother
Author’s Note: This was previously published as a 6k-word short story, Heating Up My Stepbrother. Santa’s Omega Stepbrother comes with 27k extra words and a HEA!
Every year on Christmas eve, Brodie gets a visitor he knows nothing about.
Brodie's life has become a sad, lonely thing ever since his son and best friend got together—his only excitement comes from the mysterious presents that appear under his Christmas tree every year.
When his heat rolls around on Christmas eve, all he expects is a good time with his new candy cane toy. Not his estranged stepbrother dressed up as Santa Claus, showing up in his house.
Peeking through his door. At him.
It doesn't matter that Noel can now fly through chimneys. Or that his eyes still make those dark promises. The fact remains that Noel has promised not to leave Brodie, and he broke his word.
Except Noel goes into a rut, and no contraceptives are used.
Noel says he wants to make things up, though. He says he's never forgotten Brodie, never stopped caring about him.
Despite his good senses, Brodie badly wants to believe that alpha. But he can't risk his heart again... Can he?
1
Leaking In The Not-Fun Sort Of Way
Brodie hummed as he unlocked the front door of his home, Christmas carols playing in an annoying, never-ending loop in his head.
On one hand, he loved all the festive cheer. Christmas was fun. Christmas was special, exciting, and there was always a mystery present appearing under his tree every year.
He would’ve said it was his son River who’d put those presents there, except... they’d shown up ever since River was a baby. They’d even shown up at the hospital one year, when River had been admitted over the holidays and Brodie had spent every free moment away from his shop at his son’s bedside.
Anonymous present aside, Christmas was just a season of good cheer.
Just that this year, Brodie was spending it alone.
River’s happily bonded, he told himself. You should let him and Nico have a Christmas to themselves.
But it didn’t help that he felt so lonely.
The downside to your best friend and son getting together was that you felt like a third wheel whenever you were around them both. It was why Brodie hadn’t returned to Meadowfall lately. And why he was going to stay home all day tomorrow and mope.
He sighed, kicking off his shoes. Good thing he had some mint-and-chocolate-chip ice cream tucked away in the freezer—it was never too cold for ice cream.
He made his way through the cozy little house, skirting around his piles of scrapbooking material to the fridge... except his socks grew wet at the toes, suddenly.
Brodie looked down.
A puddle of water surrounded the fridge, sitting on the tiled floor pretending to be innocent.
He groaned. “Tell me this isn’t happening.”
The refrigerator clanked and rumbled. It made a terrible spluttering noise—
—and continued to run.
It had been on its last legs for a while. Brodie had been quietly encouraging it to keep going for another day, another week. He didn’t have the energy or the spare cash to go out and buy a replacement right now.
Besides, no one delivered fridges on Christmas eve.
He grabbed a used towel and laid it on top of the puddle. Then he stepped gingerly onto it, holding his breath as he peeked into the freezer—nope, there were way too many things he’d stashed in there for his comfort. Blocks of corned beef he’d found on sale, stacks of frozen dinners he’d snatched up at the expiring food store, and tubs of his favorite ice cream—also from the expiring food store.
He hadn’t paid top dollar for any of these, but he dreaded the thought of his food going bad.
I need an emergency cooler. And ice packs.
His stress growing, Brodie headed back out of the house, climbing into his junky old car and coaxing it to the home improvement store, which was thankfully still open.
Amidst the woodsy scents of alphas, the grassy scents of betas, and the floral scents of omegas, he found a couple of large coolers with sealable holes at the sides to allow for melting ice to drain. He found some bags of ice, too.
Just as he was about to head over to the checkout stand, he glimpsed a banner hanging over a small selection of brightly-colored things: Please your omega!
They were toys.
Adult toys.
He had no idea why these toys were for sale at the home improvement store—except none of them were veiny or cock-shaped. In fact, they looked damn near innocent—thick silicone cucumbers and girthy purple eggplants, and a clear sleeve in the shape of a honey jar, with a hole in the ‘honey’ for a cock to enter.
Amongst them, he found a sizeable glass candy cane, blunt at the ends with red stripes swirling down its clear length.
It was nowhere near the girth of a good cock, but... The longer Brodie stared at it, the more hunger seeped into his veins. A restless warmth began to pool in his gut; the little voice in his head whispered about thick alpha cocks leaking onto him, pressing up against him. Pushing between his cheeks and stretching him open, filling him up with pleasure and come.
He felt too empty, suddenly. I think I’m going into heat.
And that candy cane toy looked perfectly festive. Sure, it was nowhere near the sizes Brodie preferred. But he figured it was better to obsess over an inanimate object, than to pretend he had his long-lost stepbrother in bed with him.
It had been twenty-five years, and every single heat, Brodie still thought about that alpha.
What did Noel look like now? At forty-three, he certainly would look far different than he had at eighteen. Alphas only reached their full bulk when they hit twenty—and Noel had left before then. Back then, he’d already been taller than Brodie, more muscular, his shoulders broad, his cock...
Brodie squirmed. He grabbed the candy cane and pushed his cart to a checkout stand with an omega cashier—at least omegas were easy to recognize, with their narrower shoulders and smaller, less-muscular bodies.
The cashier gave him a friendly smile and rang up his purchases. Then, Brodie was out of the home improvements store, ice cream forgotten, his fist gripped tightly around his new toy.
The longer he spent out and about, the more his body clamored to have something filling it. Brodie gritted his teeth, his ass growing wet.
He wanted to be held down, he wanted to be bitten and filled. Over and over until he was in so much pleasure he couldn’t breathe.
I shouldn’t be fantasizing about him. Hell, Dad had made absolutely sure that Brodie knew it was wrong to bed his stepbrother.
But at night, when it was just him and his toys in the bedroom... Brodie dipped his toes into sin.
Besides, Noel had chosen to disappear from Brodie’s life. So, he would never find out what Brodie had been thinking about him all these years later; he would never hear Brodie moaning his name, pretending the toy buried deep inside him was actually Noel.
It was Brodie’s biggest secret, and he would take it to his grave.
2
Not Your Typical Santa
Like they had every year before this, the reindeer landed flawlessly, almost soundlessly, on the rooftop. Noel let out the breath he’d been holding. He didn’t know wh
Well, maybe some things had. There was only one occupant in this particular house this year whereas there’d been two before; he’d paused with surprise when he’d checked the records.
Then, he’d felt the littlest sense of unease. Excitement. Things that a man with his responsibility shouldn’t be feeling.
But it wasn’t every day that Santa landed on the roof of his stepbrother’s home, was it?
It wasn’t every year, either, that Brodie Robinson spent Christmas alone.
Noel had lost count of the number of times he’d watched the omega he’d grown up with tucking his son into bed, he’d lost count of the number of times he’d watched Brodie taking yet another alpha home, his fists clenched so tight that he’d had to pry them loose from his present sack.
Oh, who was he kidding? He hadn’t lost count at all.
“Things are going to be exactly the same this year,” he told himself sternly. “You’re a Santa. A ton of children are counting on you to deliver their presents tonight.”
And after today, those children were counting on him to oversee the toy production back at the North Pole. He and Brodie lived completely separate lives now—nothing would change when the sun rose.
His heart heavy, Noel lifted the bulky sack out of his sleigh and trudged over to the chimney, to make the one exception he’d been making ever since he’d become a Santa.
He’d never really understood how his broad shoulders fitted through the chimneys. Something-something-magic. Then again, he couldn’t explain how the reindeer ran through the air, either, as though there were invisible bridges linking the houses and towns and countries.
Maybe he should’ve asked one of the other Santas on the job, but he’d been too heartbroken to think about it back then, and he didn’t particularly care right now.
What he did know was that he’d neatly avoided the embers of a burned log, landing on his feet on the hearth of Brodie’s living room, the lights dimmed around him, a decorated Christmas tree twinkling by its lonesome in the far corner.
Noel sucked in a deep breath, the scent of hibiscus so strong that it felt like a punch to his gut.
For a moment, he could only close his eyes, gulping down lungful after lungful of that scent. Remembering what it felt like to hold that omega in his arms. To touch him and feel his warmth. His insides tightened. I have to leave soon.
But first, he just... wanted a glimpse of Brodie. Just one look at his beautiful face—gorgeous walnut eyes framed by soft, graying black hair, pink lips so pretty that Noel had imagined kissing them countless times. He wanted to make sure Brodie hadn’t lost more weight than he already had, he wanted to make sure he couldn’t see the ribs on Brodie’s chest.
He wanted to see that old tattoo, too. The one on Brodie’s right hip that he’d almost chickened out on getting. He’d asked Noel to accompany him to the tattoo shop, back when they were both eighteen.
Gods, he’d missed that man.
Noel padded quietly through the living room with its worn couch, and the coffee table with more stains on it than last year. He sniffed at the faint traces of peppermint and chocolate in the kitchen.
He paused just outside Brodie’s bedroom, eyeing the light shining from under the door—Brodie had never stepped out when Noel visited. Had he fallen asleep with the light on, like he’d had the last few Christmases? Could Noel silently open the door and peek inside?
Maybe touch his face?
He’d almost gotten the doorknob all the way turned, when a sound came from behind the door. A thump. Then, a moan so low and needy that Noel felt it all the way to his balls.
It was only then that he smelled that other scent. A heady musk that seemed to waft from behind the bedroom door, so strong that it meant only one thing: an omega in heat.
Noel froze. I need to fucking leave.
He had presents to deliver. So many fucking presents. But he’d never, ever, in all the years he’d known Brodie, ever caught him in heat.
And when an omega went into heat... all he desired was to be filled. Over and over. Noel’s mouth filled with saliva; his cock thickened. Brodie doesn’t want to see me here. Hell, he doesn’t even know I’m in his house.
He needed to get out now, and take the moral high ground. He’d jerk off when he got back to the North Pole.
But there were other sounds now, slick, rhythmic sounds that were so sinful, Noel’s entire body came alive.
Santa shouldn’t be entering his stepbrother’s house. Not with the intention of eavesdropping on him, not with the intention of touching him. Brodie didn’t even believe in Santa.
I’m just leaving him a present.
A low whimper came from behind the door. Then, a gasp and a drawn-out moan.
Noel closed his eyes, putting everything he had into self-restraint. Brodie was touching himself, wasn’t he? Noel could already imagine him with his stiff cock out, slippery with precome, his bare legs open and inviting. Ready for an alpha to grasp his thighs, and pin him open. Ready for an alpha to stretch his hole and make him writhe.
Noel tried not to think about all the alphas who’d had Brodie. The bastard who had given Brodie a son, and promptly vanished on him. The gods-awful jerks who’d taken him for their own pleasure, and then left him wanting.
I’d make him come so hard. I’d touch every inch of his body and have him begging before I even push in. Noel swallowed, staring at his white-knuckled grip on the door handle.
It’d be so easy to crack the door open for a peek. Just a whiff of Brodie’s heat scent, just a fragment of his moans.
Just that. Just ten seconds.
Ever so slowly, Noel twisted the door handle the rest of the way. He stopped breathing as he pushed the door open by fractions of an inch, bit by bit until it cleared the latch bolt.
Past the door, his stepbrother lay sprawled out on the bed, his legs spread, his arm urgently working something between his thighs.
Noel’s cock grew so hard, it threatened to rip through both his underwear and his pants. I need to stop looking.
But he couldn’t see Brodie’s face from here. All he saw was the lower half of Brodie’s body, the ruddy length of his cock jutting straight up, looking like it hurt. I need to see his face.
Noel held his breath, slowly, slowly releasing the door handle and pushing it just the slightest bit more open. He pressed his cheek to the door and craned his neck, glimpsing the bare skin of Brodie’s abdomen—still too thin—and then his heaving chest, his dusky, pebbled nipples begging for a taste.
Brodie squirmed and bucked on the bed. Then he turned around onto all fours, and Noel had to bite down his groan.
The clear curve of a huge glass candy cane stuck out of Brodie’s ass. With red stripes and everything. But Brodie’s ass itself—it was tight, spread open, and the hole that nestled between his cheeks... That was pink and stretched, dark through the glass of his toy. Which was nowhere near Noel’s size.
I could put my cock inside him, and he would scream. Noel tried to breathe. He tried not to reach down to give himself a squeeze. I need to fucking leave.
But he could only watch as Brodie crammed that toy deep into his body, his breaths growing ragged, a thread of precome stretched between his cock and the bed. What wouldn’t Noel give to knot inside his stepbrother? Grind it into Brodie’s prostate and make him howl?
Brodie moaned, his voice sounding awfully like, “Noel.”
Noel dropped his present sack; it thumped so loud that he jumped. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Immediately, Brodie stiffened, whipping his head around.
Their eyes met through the crack in the door. Noel throbbed. Brodie Robinson was even more beautiful than he’d been.