Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Marcus

Part Ten

Where I looked road weary and tired. Walker all of a sudden looked like he could run a mile. I didn’t care though, because I was here with him and that was all that mattered. Then I considered the possibility I’d simply fallen asleep on the plane and I was having a lovely dream, but as long fingers squeezed my hand again, I knew it was wonderfully real. That I had really left Germany and that we were really here, together. I'd always wanted to see Florida and now that I'm here, although tired and nauseous I was so excited. "Wait until you see home." He said around a smile.

"Like your house?"

"Yeah, but it's not a house. It's an apartment," he paused, making sure he had my full attention. He had it. He's had since the moment he walked up to me in heaven. "It's on the beach front. But so quiet."

"Beach? Really? I can just walk out and step on the beach?"

"Yep and it's still really warm this time of year too."

"Erm, Walker."

"Yeah."

"You do realize I'm a pregnant Omega walking with an Alpha who is still sporting a nice nape bite. Don't cha think it will look weird? Plus with my collar."

"Oh, right. Your right. Shit, I'll need to keep it covered." He was stuttering and fumbling over himself before we'd even left the airport. Luckily he was sporting a navy blue hoodie which covered it. But I'm guessing he works. It would be weird if his co-workers saw his neck, especially when he's bringing home an Omega, a pregnant one.

Then I looked down at myself, at my flat stomach and I wondered when I'll start to show. I was reading that most pregnant people don't start showing signs of a baby belly until at least after twelve weeks and that doctor back in Germany said I was most likely less than twelve. So does that mean I have some time before I start getting fat and gross to go on that damn beach and lay in the sun? Because I was absolutely sick of the cold, I'd spent too long in it. I wanted to make the most of the warmth before I become a fucking fat hermit. "Walker. When I become a hermit will you like, buy me tons of food and stuff so I don't need to leave your apartment until the baby so kindly rips me in two?"

"What have you been thinking in the ten minutes it's taken us to go from the plane to departures?"

"About getting on the beach before I get fat and find a rock to hide under, namely your bed. My rock bed."

"I see. Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" He whispered.

"Not really, unless it can be considered food."

He chuckled. "Kind of."

"What kind?"

He leans in and wraps his arm around my waist while Craig gets their bags. "You."

"Me?"

"Yep. Pregnant or not I'm taking you home and eating you out."

"And there was me thinking I was the horny one."

"I take it you don't disagree?"

"Of course not, but you gotta feed me after."

"I'll buy you a whole supermarket."

"Why thank you my handsome hubby."

"Hubby?" He questions as he takes his suitcase from Craig.

"What you two yabbering on about?"

"I called Walker hubby and he's confused. All his blood left his brain and went to his dick. Apparently he's eating me out when we get home, on the deal he buys me a whole supermarket afterwards."

Craig shook it off and turned away from us. "I don't even feel sorry for him anymore. You're both out of your damn heads. Anyway, I'm off. Gonna go get my car."

"Huh?"

"We came in our own cars before we left for Germany. See ya later Craig."

"Yeah yeah!" He shouted and so rudely flipped Walker off before disappearing.

Then I thought. "What car you got?"

"Mustang," Ahh. Ooooh. Flashy fucker. I thought. But I wasn’t going to spit in the face of a blessing like this. I just had to prove to myself that I could do this. I mean it was already planned, kind of that I'd be coming back with Walker, but with only my wallet, cellphone and carry on case. Now we had extra baggage. Should I be calling a kid extra baggage? I mean, it kind of is right? Whatever, I was so going to knock everyone's socks off and prove that an Omega like me was up for the task and more than capable of being a….parent. Oof, that thought got a little lodged in my throat. "Marcus. I was just messing around about eating you out. I know it's been a long flight and you probably just want to relax."

"Yeah." I managed to spit out then hem hawed for a moment and gripped his arm with my free hand as we made our way out into the heat. Fuck! All I had were winter clothes and the few sexy things I had back at heaven and even all those items combined didn't add up to much. I'd have to check my bank balance, not that I'm poor. Because I'm not exactly poor, I made good money in heaven. Now I had no job, so I'll end up going through what I have in a blink of an eye.

"Marcus."

"Huh?" Our eyes finally met over the top of his car. I was in such a thought processing daze I didn't realize we'd made it to the car. Or that I was dying of thirst too. "What."

"Cute, get in the car. I'll sort the bags," Yet he stared at me for a moment longer. I could see there was a swirl of emotions running through him and admittedly I felt a jolt in my stomach that pleased me. Thoroughly. But he was right. He's always bloody right. I'm tired. Thirsty. Hungry. So I got in the car, rolled down the window and got myself comfortable, thinking about getting to his place. First thought was to check it out thoroughly, especially the fridge. But knowing my luck he'd have nothing at home. He was either one of those guys that made sure he had nothing in his kitchen that would go nasty while he was on holiday or he was the opposite and he'd have rotten fruit festering on the counter and cheese going mouldy in the fridge. Then my trance was broken as he jumped into the car and started it up. The engine roared to life and gave me another little thrill that hit my stomach. "You seem busy in thought?" He asked, pulling away.

I was glad to be on the road, wind blowing in my face. But the flutters were still there, doing a full circus routine in the pit of my stomach making me feel warm. "I was thinking." I finally said.

"About what?"

"Dunno. Many things."

"Hmm," he hummed, catching my attention. "When we get back I'll make sure to feed you and then I'm going to tell you all about me, okay?"

"Don't blame me if I fall asleep half way through."

Walker laughed. A big massive lungful of laugh and yeah, it had me chuckling. "Fine, I'll give you a quick rundown. Will that do?"

"Stupid," oh holy shit! I felt completely bashful and coy for the first time in my life. I wasn't sure if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was Walker…..and, I liked whatever or whoever was doing it. "Just, get me home." And I also liked that too. Home. It's been a long time since I've called anywhere home and what a better place than Walker's home. My home, his home. Our home. So I settled back more and took in the sight of him sitting in the seat, gazing out the window, watching the road. The traffic wasn't very heavy so he didn't need to keep slowing down which meant we'd get back to his place quicker. Then the warm fuzzy feeling returned and I moved closer to the window to try and rid of it, but damned if I could it just got worse. I felt like I was stuffed into a hot sauna all of a sudden, sweat started to break out all over my body and Walker caught it and gasped. I don't what this is but it was painful for my poor dick. Maybe it was because I'd given up taking any kind of medicine when I found out I was pregnant because I'd read somewhere that it could be bad for the baby….oh, I just called it a baby. "Get back quick Walker. Like put your foot on the gas Now!"

He didn't question me, he nodded. "I'm on it." And we sped up. The scenery whizzed passed so fast, yet here I was sweating and panting, ready to jump on his dick as soon as the car stopped. So I fumbled with my neck collar, ready for when we got back, if we get back that is. Walker was sweating and huffing, trying to hold it together as much as I was trying to hold it together. But as soon as he pulled into his drive I was on him, kissing his mouth, his beautiful soft mouth, sucking on his tongue, grabbing at his hoodie trying to get the damn thing off. "....not in, the car." He panted and practically kicked his car door open and pulled me out with him. I wrapped my legs around his body, biting at the skin on his neck as we made our way in and fell through the door. This was familiar, minus the vomit and there was no stopping us. Clothes were chucked anywhere until he was naked between my legs on his cold tiled floor.

Then he suddenly flipped our positions and his hands met my flesh again, as if searching for something lost. He pulled at my hair and his lips met my neck. Hot and greedy, he sucked and bit at me. Our sweat mixed. Our breaths shared. Arms wrapped around my waist, his nose gently skimmed my skin, all the way to my nape and he inhaled deeply. "I love you," he said. Or maybe he didn’t, but I heard it anyway. "I'm making you mine, Marcus." And he bit down so hard I cried from pain and pleasure as he thrusted into me. Filling me up. The slow iterative process of falling in love, like eating an apple bite by bite was completed in seconds, yet was one so foreign to me. Being ground underfoot by lukewarm lust and violence was my way of life, for so long. It scared me at times at how much I descended further, each day into despair. I was always being filled up with dirtiness, I was nowhere to be found. Until Walker. My Walker, my Alpha.

"....touch me," I pleaded."

"I am." He replied and pushed in deeper.

"....no," I panted. "Touch my heart."

He growled against my skin and my dick erupted all over his clean floor. "...fuck, Marcus," he hissed from behind his teeth and drove into me over and over until he came and I came again, with him. Together. In body and in our hearts.