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Come for You (Second Chance Omegas 3)
Willa Okati
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Table of Contents
Come for You (Second Chance Omegas 3)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Willa Okati
Come for You (Second Chance Omegas 3)
Willa Okati
Gabriel, a dreamer and a librarian, is so shy and introverted that he’s still a virgin Omega at twenty-five -- but he can’t help wishing fairy-tale Prince Charmings were real and that one would find him. One does, a rough-hewn but outgoing, captivating quarryman Alpha called Wynn. For them, it’s love at first sight. Gabriel doesn’t care if they’re an odd couple, no matter what others and his Beta co-librarian Cameron thinks about it.
But the happy ending is harder to come by. When Gabriel’s almost full term with their first child, there’s an accidental explosion at the quarry that leaves Wynn trapped behind a wall of rubble. Waiting for news – any news – and hoping against hope, all Gabriel has to comfort himself with is the memory of his fairytale of a love story. He’s so lost in dreaming he doesn’t realize he’s in labor and needs to get to a doctor.
Who will rescue who?
Chapter One
Love at first sight was only for stories, or so Wynn had always been told. Fairy-tale princes that carried you away beneath their hills, who danced the night away with you, and left you changed.
So he’d always been told.
Everyone who’d ever told him that had been wrong.
The second he laid eyes on the cute little librarian with the glasses and the sweetest smile he’d ever seen, Wynn knew: everyone else was so, so wrong, and he was going to prove that.
* * *
Past
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock perched on their windowsill wasn’t old enough to be vintage or antique, and wasn’t new enough to be anything but old, but Gabriel liked it anyway. He’d painted the metal frame brass, then scuffed it with sandpaper until it took on a patina of age.
“Like it’s been through a war or something,” Wynn had said, turning the thing over in his strong, work-scarred hands to marvel at it. “What made you think of doing that?”
Gabriel took the clock away, his hands so much smaller and fairer than Wynn’s that he let them linger there, so long that Wynn took one of them in his and kissed the back of his knuckles. “Because time matters,” he tried to explain, lifting his hand to Wynn’s hair to ruffle the short, still-wayward sandy strands. “Because I wanted it to be beautiful.”
No one besides Gabriel ever got to see Wynn’s best smile, the one that made him warmer than the sun, and that sent a slow-rolling wave of pleasure tingling down to his toes. “You’re beautiful.”
“Stop it, I’m not.”
“Shh.” Wynn pressed his lips to Gabriel’s hot cheek and laid his hand on Gabriel’s belly. “You’re beautiful if I say you are, and I do. So there.”
When he said it, Gabriel believed him. He raised himself to wind his arms around Wynn’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. One kiss, and then another, and then --
* * *
Present
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Hey. Where’d you go?” Tucked up big and hard and solid behind him, his chest pressed to Gabriel’s back, Wynn nosed against Gabriel’s ear. “Come back.”
Gabriel blinked out of the daydream he’d drifted into. It happened more and more often these days, but he’d been told that was natural for Omegas this close to giving birth. He looked down to where Wynn’s big hand splayed wide over his belly, and even it wasn’t big enough to cup more than the top. They’d been twined together for an hour, maybe more, taking their time and letting the fire build.
He glanced at the clock -- they had half an hour before the alarm rang, not enough but enough to make use of -- and covered Wynn’s hand, turning his head as far as he could toward Wynn’s mouth. “I’m here.”
Wynn’s quiet laugh made his mouth tickle, but he swept that away with a nip to the side of Gabriel’s mouth and the downward slide of his hand. He wrapped it loosely around Gabriel’s cock and gave him a slow, lazy stroke and smiled against his neck when Gabriel moaned and arched up, wanting more. “Better be.”
“I am. I am.” Gabriel reached backward, skating his fingers over Wynn’s hip. It was all he could reach. Eight and a half weeks -- maybe eight and a half, maybe nine and a half weeks, they weren’t sure and first babies were usually late -- kept them almost at arm’s length. As Wynn stroked him, too slow and too lightly for anything but a tease, he tried to arch his neck backward to kiss his husband and only caught a brush of his skin. “Wynn.”
Wynn’s breath warmed his neck in small puffs. “What do you need?”
“I need -- oh.” Gabriel’s fingers spasmed as Wynn rolled his hips, light pushes against but not inside him, not nearly enough, not as much as he needed. His body clenched around nothing, and it wasn’t enough. “Wynn. Oh God, Wynn, please?”
“Mmm-mm. Tell me what you want.”
“I need to see you. I need more.” Gabriel wasn’t ever going to be able to say things like that out loud without his face burning, but Wynn gave him the strength to try. “Please, think of a way.”
Wynn laughed as he trailed his fingers down the inside of Gabriel’s slick-wet thigh. The small bedroom that already smelled like sex and sweat, and saline humidity should have been too thick an atmosphere to breathe in, but the air next to his skin was clean and sweet. “Oh, babe, you should know better than to ask things like that. Keep doing it.” He bit the curve of Gabriel’s ear, sending a thrill down his spine, then tickled him in the next second to surprise Gabriel into laughing too. “I’ve got you.”
He threw one leg over Gabriel and before Gabriel could ask, came down with a thump on his other side. There was barely enough room between Gabriel’s belly and the wall they’d pushed their bed against, but Wynn had a good eye for judging distance, and he didn’t jar or bump a thing. Face to face with him, he grinned at Gabriel. “Better?”
“For a start,” Gabriel breathed. Wynn had to arch his back into a C to get close enough, but he could and he did, and the heat of his mouth pressed to Gabriel’s was worth the effort. His tongue flicked inside and curled against Gabriel’s, drawing a moan out of him and a hitch forward with the need to get closer still.
“Oh God,” Gabriel breathed between their lips. He fumbled for Wynn’s hand and brought it down to his cock. “Wynn. Wynn.”
“Better,” Wynn murmured, with a right to sound as satisfied as he did, and kissed Gabriel again but only let Gabriel nudge his wrist instead of taking him in hand. He moved his mouth down the line of Gabriel’s jaw, soft and rounded as Omega bones often were, not hard or planed like his own, but he must have liked it. He nibbled lightly over the valentine’s point of Gabriel’s chin and nosed beneath it to kiss a path down his neck. “And this?”
All Gabriel could do was take hold of Wynn’s head and try to slide his fingers through hair too short for that. The nails just scratched over his scalp, but it made Wynn groan and buck toward him. He moved his hand to Wynn’s back then, drawing harder lines there, curling them upward.
“Better,” Wynn murmured between the quiet panting of Gabriel’s breath. He took hold of Gabriel’s leg and lifted it to drape over his hip, then slid his hand between Gabriel’s legs and two fingers inside him in one smooth, fluid sweep. He bit over Gabriel’s collarbone when Gabriel gave a startled gasp and clenched down around him. “Oh God, you feel so good.”
“More, Wynn, please, more.” If only he could reach more than Wynn’s back! He gave Wynn a taste of his own teeth, biting his cheekbone just shy of breaking the skin. “Wynn.”
“Shh, shh, baby, I’ve got you.” Wynn crooked his fingers up, rubbing him from the inside, while his cock rub bed sticky trails on Gabriel’s thigh. “Oh God, you’re so hot inside. You open up like…” He shook his head and withdrew just long enough to stroke Gabriel’s stomach with something like reverence and something like lust. “Look at you, gorgeous, so full of our baby you’re ready to pop. So tight. I didn’t think you’d be that hard, I thought you’d be soft, the way you look.”
“Not yet.” Gabriel touched Wynn’s mouth. If he kept talking like that Gabriel would come, and he didn’t want to, not yet. They had time for a little more, even if the clock on the bookshelf kept ticking the seconds away. He slotted his mouth against Wynn’s to keep him quiet and lifted his hips, finding he could get a little closer after all, breathing into his mouth. “Not yet, not just yet. More.”
“Hungry little Omega,” Wynn murmured, but he wanted it as much as Gabriel did. Always had. “Hold on.”
Gabriel curled his fingers into Wynn’s shoulder and arm as Wynn found a rhythm, somehow, two fingers and then three, spreading open in a fan shape, closing to slide higher and deeper. Nudging him and driving him, pushing him so close to that edge -- but it still wasn’t enough. He whined and thrust back, trying to get him deeper and his mind throbbed in time with his cock, wild for it this morning.
The sharp, tight squeeze in his middle startled a moan out of him, a cramp that started at the small of his back and shot around to the front, drawing his belly up high and tight and hard. It didn’t hurt but the intensity of it -- he let go of Wynn and folded over, hugging himself one-armed.
Wynn noticed, and went still as the marble he helped hew out of the quarry, risking his life for this -- for them -- every day, no matter how Gabriel begged him not to, because what choice did they have? What else would they live on? “Gabriel?”
Gabriel shook his head, his jaw clenched too tightly to answer. Pressure.
When he didn’t answer, Wynn pressed his palm to Gabriel’s bulging belly, feeling it quiver as the muscles drew tighter still. “Gabe? Is that --”
“No,” Gabriel said when it ebbed, when he’d caught his breath enough to speak. “Strong, but. No. Just something that happens sometimes. The body gets itself ready. You just haven’t been here for it before.”
Wynn looked doubtful, uncertain, as young as he was, barely past twenty, even if years in the quarry had already left scuffs and scars on his skin. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure, and I don’t want you to stop.” Gabriel put his hand on Wynn’s cheek, rubbing the firm bone there with one thumb. “Don’t be scared. I just need you.” His channel clenched, the last of the cramp melting away and leaving him so, so wet. “I need you in me.”
Wynn pressed his face into Gabriel’s palm. “I love you,” he said, as breathless as Gabriel now, and so, so hard; Gabriel could feel it even if he couldn’t see it when he reached down to stroke what he could reach. Sweat dripped into his eyes, making what he saw blurrier than usual without the glasses he needed when he looked up at his husband, his sweet husband, his Wynn. The man no one -- no one -- thought he should date, much less marry, much less start a family with, a rough-cut, dirt-poor miner without a high school degree or anyone to keep him in check, not a good match for a bashful virgin librarian who’d never even dated before, but Gabriel didn’t care, hadn’t then and didn’t now.
All he wanted was Wynn, and all Wynn wanted -- he’d said so -- from that first day was him.
All of that must have showed on Gabriel’s face; Wynn shut his eyes and pressed their foreheads together, though he was still smiling that roguish, Peter Pan smile that’d made Gabriel’s heart skip two beats in a row when he saw it the day they met. “I love you, God, I love you so much. My Omega, my Gabriel.”
“I love you more.” Gabriel slotted his mouth to Wynn’s, but he couldn’t hold it there long, his neck aching with the stretch and his body moving restlessly. “My Wynn.”
Wynn couldn’t lie still either, rubbing circles against his belly, never too hard, but enough to make Gabriel’s muscles clench in a hot rush. “Can’t believe it,” he muttered, pressing his mouth everywhere his mouth could go with their bodies aligned like this. “You’re so beautiful this way, so hot, you make me want you so bad. What do you want?”
Gabriel’s lips parted on a breath that was half rushed air, half sob. “I want it all.”
Tick, tick, tick went the clock, but the sun wasn’t up yet. They had some time.
Wynn stilled at last, his mouth on the lowest curve of Gabriel’s stomach. Gabriel couldn’t see him looking up in that wicked way he had, but he could feel the heat in it. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“I want… Wynn, I want…” Gabriel swallowed, because even as shy as he was he wanted to give Wynn what Wynn wanted, just like he’d wanted Wynn’s baby in his belly. “I want you to make me come,” he said in a rush. “I want you inside me, and I want to come on your cock.”
Wynn let out a delighted laugh that rattled the bed and their bones. “All you ever had to do was ask.” He slid an arm under Gabriel and started to lift, shaking his head when Gabriel started to protest that he was too heavy for this. “You’re not too heavy for me. Let me see you.”
He didn’t stop until he was on his back with Gabriel settled on his lap, his cock snugged up so, so close to slipping inside the opening he’d fingered loose and wet, wetter with every brush of skin on skin. Gabriel tipped his head back and put up his hands, knowing Wynn would catch them and give him something to brace against.
Almost. One hand. The other came back to his belly to stroke at it, and the pulse of pure want it sent through Gabriel made his muscles shake. And -- it made him brave. With the hand he had free, he reached under the heavy hang of his stomach to find Wynn’s cock and guide it toward him, inside him -- almost.
When he looked down, Wynn stared at him as if he’d been hit by lightning, eyes wide and lips parted.
Gabriel had to touch his face, his cheek, even if all he could reach was the roughness of his stubble. “Like this,” he said.
He raised himself on his knees, shaky though they were, and moved the way he’d learned how, and slid down, down, down, not stopping until they were skin to skin again and Wynn was as deep inside him as he could go. He clutched Wynn’s hand as Wynn arched back and rolled his hips up, a push that should have hurt but only made his head spin and sparks light in front of his eyes.
But that wasn’t all. He drew himself up, nearly letting Wynn go, then sank down. His inner muscles clenched and squeezed, not wanting to loosen, then going hot and eager to take him back again. Fresh sweat rolled down his back and chest, and they were so wet between them that the dirty, sticky, slippery noises made his cock jerk in an effort to come that he barely held back.
He stole a glance at the clock. The alarm would go off soon, and they would have to part for the day -- Wynn to the quarry, the dangerous quarry, and Gabriel to the work he could still do from home when he was this pregnant -- if he could only do more, if he could keep Wynn out of that awful place --
Tick. Tick. Tick.
They still had a little more time right now. Just a little. But enough.
Wynn’s hands fell to Gabriel’s hips, where his fingers would leave bruises. “Gabriel, oh God, Gabriel,” he said between ragged breaths as he swelled harder, thicker, stretching Gabriel open further still. “I could watch that forever, me going in and out of you.” He had to work for it now, Gabriel’s body wanting to trap him inside and keep him there, but he was stronger and he was gentle with it, and there was enough slick to keep it smooth except when they wanted it to be rough. He built up speed, going faster until Gabriel could only hold on and ride him, rise and fall. He drew his hand up his belly, hard like Wynn had admired it, up his chest and to the changes there, a little softer, a little fuller. When he squeezed one nipple, a milky drop trickled out that he caught on his fingertip and slipped between his teeth.
“Fuck!” Wynn threw his head back, the tendons straining in his neck.
It tasted sweet, but not as sweet as that. Gabriel wanted more. He let go of his nipple and brought his hand up to his neck to caress it and rumple his hair, then rolled his hips so that Wynn could feel what this did to him. His belly clenched again, not as strongly and yet almost painful, but the heat building in his groin was far stronger, and he could feel himself rushing toward the end.
