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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.7K

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��Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”

“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”

“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”

“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”

“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.

“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”

“Buckle bunnies?”

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.

He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”

“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”

“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”

“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.

“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”

“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”

“You never have?”

“That is beside the point.”

“Steve?”

“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”

“So…”

“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”

“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.

“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”

“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”

“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.

“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”

“I do not.”

“Ow! Dammit that stings.”

“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”

“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”

“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”

“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”

“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”

Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”

“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”

“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”

“No. I’m good.”

“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”

“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”

“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.

“She says you’re reckless.”

“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”

“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.

“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”

“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”

“You said that he…”

“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”

“Does he always get hurt?”

“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”

“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”

“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”

No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.

“Mhmm…already gone.”

“Shut up.”

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”

“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”

“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”

“Why are we doing that again?”

“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”

“I do love it here.”

“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”

“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”

He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”

“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”

“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”

“I did get a date out of that stay.”

“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”

“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.

“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”

“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”

“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”

“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Those two ruin everything.”

“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.

“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”

“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”

“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”

“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”

“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”

“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”

“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t say yes either.”

He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”

“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”

“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.

“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”

“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”

“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”

“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.

“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”

Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”

“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.

“You’re killing my vibe.”

Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”

“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”

“No.”

“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.

“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”

“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”

“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”

“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.

“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.

Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.

Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”

“How do I earn it?”

“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”

“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”

“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”

“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.

His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.

He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.

You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.

“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”

Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.

“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”

“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”

“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.

And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Him and Bucky.”

“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.

“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”

“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”

“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”

“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.

“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”

“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.

“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”

“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”

“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”

“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”

“You can call me, Bunny.”

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Puritianverse but darker…

Alpha Terry is married to Beta Cheyenne. He doesn’t love her; this was all arranged, less a marriage, more a transaction to merge their mighty business empires together. After several bitter years of marriage, there are still no children, and tongues are wagging. But Terry does not care, and he takes his pleasure in “night Omegas”, much to Cheyenne’s anger and dismay. He spends many nights at those establishments…that is, until his interests change when he meets Daniel.

Now his interests lie with him; an Omega hired as one of the help in the Silver mansion. Omegas usually don’t have careers, and are rarely hired in paying, respectable jobs, and least of all in the house of an Alpha—but Daniel is a young widow with a baby who desperately needs money, and he had been refused from all the other places he’d applied to. Terry hired him on a whim, those big brown tear filled eyes pleading for help, the pretty, pouting mouth, and the sweet scent of milk on his tempting little body stirring something protective and possessive in Terry that he thought he’d never feel.

But Terry has needs of his own, so when he tells the Omega that he will pay him more if he will let Terry “take liberties” (…and if he refuses he will blacken Daniel’s name and ruin any chances of him keeping his beloved baby girl…) well…it starts a whole new slew of problems.

Especially when Daniel gets with Terry’s child.

Ah yes - many prompts in my inbox choosing ultra violence lately.

This makes me think of an AU where he is currently pregnant and in need of a job 🤔

Terry hiring him because he wants to get this hands on the pregnant little omega - he’s absolutely stunning, and Terry has always wanted to try pregnant omega pussy.

But for this one.

I imagine that Terry’s plan is to bed the omega and get him heavy with child - he needs an heir after all.

He has no plans to tell the little omega this - the idea is to ingratiate himself to Daniel and let it happen naturally without the little omega realizing or being able to protest.

The little omega grateful for Terry hiring him and being such a generous employer all the while not bit wise to what Terry actually wants (and will get).

Long NSFW and only read through once.

Daniel, being a pious omega, must adhere to the church’s ideals for mourning his late alpha for at least a year, and maybe then, giving himself to the church.

And Terry won’t let the omega waste himself on that.

Cheyenne hates him of course. Although it’s a pride thing it’s also a power thing - she can’t get the alpha to look at her like that - with such hunger and want and the little twit is oblivious to it.

Oh the power she could have if Terry would look at her like that - she can’t even get him to touch her.

They did their duty but she failed to become pregnant so the visits to her chambers became less and less.

She knows Terry is planning something.

She knows there is something special about this omega - he normally never beds the same one twice and all this effort for an omega of such lowly standings whom he hasn’t even fucked yet.

Gifts and his attention he bestows on the omega - he barely lifts a finger to do actual work - and he has started to work later and later into the night, often dining with them.

Terry dotes on the little brat too - a dark haired beauty with her father but with blue eyes.

It almost looks like she could pass for Terry and the omega’s child, and it sets her teeth on edge. There was a few weeks back

Terry actually had a nursery done up for the babe - so that Daniel could “work” more hours.

One night she goes past the nursery, looking for her husband - she is determined to have him visit her chambers tonight.

He is in there, of course, as it is the babe’s bedtime and where Daniel is, so usually is Terry.

Her husband is watching Daniel nurse her, something she knows he lives to witness.

The look he is giving the omega, giving them both, as Daniel tends to Sam, trying to get her to latch on as she seems fussy tonight.

She can’t stand it. Can’t stand him or it any longer.

When he hears Terry ask the little whore, “how long did it take long for you to fall with child when your alpha took his liberties?” she walks away, in a cold fury.

“Where is Daniel?” Terry asks, coming into the dining room for breakfast, which for him normally consists of black coffee and eggs.

He carries in his hand a small pink dress, obviously for the baby and she grits her teeth.

“Today is market day,” she reminds her husband, the edge to her voice that he hears but doesn’t really care about.

“I know. It’s why I have her a new dress for spring to wear with us today.”

Terry would never have been caught dead doing such menial chores before - the mundane day to day life chores that he hired staff to do - that he hired Daniel to do.

“He has already left.”

Terry frowns. The little omega knows they do mid morning, after breakfast.

He regards Cheyenne until she sighs,

“I sent him. We need to talk.”

“So talk,” he says, taking his coffee but waving away any attempt at food. He will wait for the little omega to return and dine with him. Sam shall be hungry as well, around that time, and he can watch The little omega tend to her. He had been so shy at the beginning, the alpha insist at that it was only natural and that the babe should be fed when hungry. Much to Terry’s delight he now had no such reservations around him, feeding her as necessary. It will serve them well - Terry is close to bedding the little omega, having endeared himself to Daniel, and he will get him with pup when he does. Of that there is no doubt. The boy will be bred thoroughly and often.

“He needs to go,” she says. “Everyone is talking.”

“Let them,” he shrugs. Their tongues will really be wagging when Daniel starts to show anyway.

“He is with child? Your child?” She had expected Terry to fuck him, that was a given, and she’s surprised he hadn’t although, I guess she had. How had she not know this? She didn’t think he would be stupid enough to get the boy pregnant with his seed.

“Not yet,” Terry says. “He is almost ready though.”

“If you do not get rid of him I will. I am your wife and I have put up with your whores long enough …”

But it’s not even out of her mouth Terry has her by the throat. “You will do no such thing - he is off limits. It’s time you learn that and what is truly good for you.”

He sits then, as if nothing happened and she makes her way quickly out of the room, but not before Terry’s voice calls out, falling her out of the room.

“Besides, they will be living here soon enough.”

When Daniel returns from the market Terry asks him just that.

“Your pay is very generous, sir.” He can easily afford his rent and more. “I have taken too much of your generosity now, sir.”

“Nonsense - your services are invaluable and in time, what you give me will be irreplaceable.”

“We would be an imposition, and the mistress …”

“Is not important. You both are here most hours of the day no — it would help the travel time.”

This is true - he has already stayed the night, in a guys bedroom next to the alpha’s after being convinced not to wake Sam just to head home.

Still, it is the Lady of the house he worries about. Something about how she looks at him, at his daughter - at them both.

“Could I think about it?” Of course, Terry says. “Now, did you both have a good day?” He asks, changing the subject.

Turns out there is no time to think about it. Within days of making the request, Daniel finds his building has been bought and while everyone else seems to not be affected, they find something wrong with his after a mandatory evaluation. What it is they never say but he can’t returns.

Teemrry finds out - Daniel isn’t sure how, but he does and before he knows it his things and his daughters are moved into the silver mansion within hours of finding out.

“I shall find a place soon, sir.”

“You know that is not necessary. This is happenstance - meant to be.”

“I do not wish to impose …”

“There is then enough space for you both.”

“Besides, if you stay here, you could save the money for her, an education fund perhaps. This district has the best schools.”

Terry will of course be sending all their pups to school, and Sam will take his last name as will Daniel, but Daniel doesn’t know this yet.

Daniel finds his room is next to the alpha’s, the guest room having been done up now, with a bassinet for Sam next to his bed.

“If there is something not to your liking, we can easily change it.”

“Anything I would change,” he says, turning wide eyes to the alpha, an incredulous tone to his voice. “It is perfect, sir. Thank you.”

“You like it then?”

“I love it.”

“Then that is all that matters.”

Tears well in his eyes, and Terry steps forward, brushing them away.

“You have been so kind to us, I cannot …”

“I am not without my reasons.”

Daniel looks at him, Terry’s hand still on his face, stroking under his eye.

“You both bring me much joy, and soon you will bring me much more than that.”

Before Daniel can ask, Sam’s wails cut through the quiet of the moment and if on cue, Daniel feels his chest leak, the small patches appearing , the alpha’s eyes drawn to them.

“I’ll get her, you get ready,” he says, gesturing to a rocking chair in the corner.

Terry lays Sam in Daniel’s arms as he guides her to fed, and Terry’s alpha preens when he remembers how shy the omega had been when he would have to feed Sam, Terry insisting on watching.

Terry is beyond thankful, for the day the desperate little omega had appeared, practically begging for a job.

How he got so lucky, he does not know but he will make sure he never takes that for granted.

————-

They develop a rhythm, and to be told, it doesn’t seem like much changes. Everything is heaven, until Daniel comes home one day, upset.

Daniel tries to say there is nothing wrong but Terry can tell. Gathering the little omega in his arms, gently rubbing his back, until he finally gets it out of him.”

There are rumors he is ruining their marriage - that he is a homewrecker.

Terry knows it is Cheyenne who has started the rumour and he will deal with that.

He will not have her upsetting his mate. Not now, and especially not when he is finally carrying.

“Cheyenne may be my wife, but it is in name only, our marriage.”

Terry tips his chin up, pressing his lips to the omega.

The little omega gasps, the alpha pressing their bodies together and he can feel the alpha’s need pressed against him, the hard outline.

He doesn’t even have time to protest although they would be token at best.

Before he knows he’s picked up, carried through the door that connects their rooms, laid on the alpha’s large bed, his body quickly covering him.

His head is swimming and he doesn’t think he has ever been this wet, and when a large hand sneaks up his shirt, cupping his heavy chest, he breaks the kiss, head tipping back, moaning loudly as the alpha teases his sensitive nipple.

“You have we tormenting me with these, little one. Now it is my turn.”

A warm mouth, Daniel arching up, as Terry’s mouth latches onto him, sucking.

He doesn’t even know when it happens but he finds himself without pants or underwear, large hands questing up his inner thigh; his legs spread as the alpha’s thumb open up slick folds, his most intimate place now on display for the alpha’s hungry gaze.

A thumb on his sensitive rosebud, and he can feel the pleasure mounting, spilling over when the alpha presses his mouth there, his tongue replacing his finger.

Lying there boneless, the alpha himself naked, his manhood stiff against him.

Daniel feels his cunt clench at the sight.

“Wait I … I have not … it’s been awhile and you are … quite endowed.”

“It will be fine. Trust me,” the head of his cock pressing against Daniel’s spit and slick wet hole. “Just relax for me.”

“Alpha, sir … there is also,” he breaks off in whimper, the head of the alpha’s cock breeching him, his body opening to accept it. He dings his nails into the alphas back, the stretch of his entrance around the alpha to accommodate him is delicious, and he’s almost panting as he continues. “I cannot be on anything, not whilst nursing anyway.”

While this is also frowned upon, birth control, as a widowed omega, it would be allowed if only to prevent alphas from coming around during heats.

“Alpha sir … I … do you have protection?”

Although the church frowns on these things - Condoms - he has to ask.

It would not be right - no, it would be an even bigger sin - to carry an alpha’s child to whom he is not wed.

Although he is shamed to admit his omega wants to - very very badly.

Bad enough Daniel is allowing this to happen, spreading his legs for an alpha he is not married to - an alpha who is married - he knows he cannot give himself to the church - not after allowing this.

Although he has a feeling the alpha will take him regardless - even if he were to protest - he has shown considerable patience already tonight. Daniel should already be on his hands and knees being pounded into as the alpha spends himself inside.

“Whatever for?” Terry asks, pushing some hair back, regretfully pulling free from the omega’s sinful body.

“If I were to fall full with your child … sir, I ….”

The omega still does not realize this is the point - he will carry Terry’s child, one way or another.

Although Terry plans on the little omega wearing his ring and name, a child will most definitely happen first.

It just so happens he does have some, as he would never risk an accidental pregnancy with the nightly omegas he would indulge himself with- although this pregnancy will be anything but accidental.

Planned all along.

“Having a child like this would not be proper.”

If it puts his omega at ease, and relaxes him, Terry can pretend.

Terry makes a show of rolling it on, then he’s leaning forward taking the omega’s mouth in a kiss, legs coming up to press tightly to his sides, as he guides himself into the omega’s body.

He makes sure to slip the condom off first.

A long moan, the omega baring his neck as the alpha’s length doesn’t stop once inside this time.

“Such a tight little pussy baby. Just like I knew it would.”

His face burns at the normal eloquent alpha’s crude words.

“No one since your alpha?”

“No sir, it’s not proper - only your husband normally has these rights.”

“Such a cute little pearl you have - begging to be played with.”

His back arches as Terry begins to rub his omegan clit, hard and peaking out from under its protective hood, in time with his thrusts.

The tank top he had been wearing is pulled down, exposing him to the alpha completely, his chest moving in time with the alpha’s deep thrusts.

“Made for this … and you thought I would let the church have this.”

The omega comes in a loud cry, bearing down on the alpha’s manhood, Terry groaning at the feel of the orgasm being squeezed out of him, filling the unwitting omega with his seed.

He keeps the ousting, making sure every last drop is out of him and deep inside Daniel where is belongs, rubbing his belly tenderly.

When he pulls out, Daniel’s face wrinkles as he feels the alpha’s seed come out of him.

“Alpha…” he starts.

“The condom broke,” Terry lies.

Maybe if he cleans himself up, but when he tries to sit up, the alpha presses a firm hand to his chest.

“We aren’t done yet, little one. I shall be having you again.”

He quickly finds himself on his hands and knees and before he can voice his concerns, the alpha is already back inside him, harder and bigger it seems than before.

“Alpha, sir …. Should we…” Daniel noticed that Terry had gone in bare this time, not putting a condom on, and he’s in the proper breeding position now.

“I’ve already filled you.”

“Maybe it has not taken,” he whimpers, although he is pushing back onto the cock.

“I’ll pull out,” Terry lies. No self respecting alpha would pull out of a fertile omega that they were trying to impregnate. Never mind that he gathered whatever seed had dropped out, fucking it back in as he bottomed out.

“If you insist on being so tempting you must deal with the repercussions.”

“Those cute little tits, how good your cunt smells to me …. God you must be a vision pregnant, I can’t wait to see it soon.”

So far gone Daniel doesn’t realize what is being said.

“You make me hard so I must find my pleasure in you …. I must spend myself deep inside you.”

He had planned on more money for this extra duties but he cannot disrespect his mate like that - especially as he is soon to be unknowingly carrying Terry’s child.

The alpha does not pull out, rather, fills him even deeper this time.

Sam cries shortly after Terry finishes, pumping another load into him, and his chest aches, his body responding to her cries as the milk starts to leak.

Putting some clothes on, Terry not bothering, she is brought to him and feeds her, Terry behind him, holding them both.

When she is settled though, she is taken back to her nursery.

Danielle can feel the alpha is hard again, and he’s lifted into his lap.

He doesn’t bother asking about a condom as he’s already in the alphas lap, his underwear pushed to the side so the alpha can guide himself back inside.

But when the telltale signs of the alpha being close come, Daniel tries to lift up enough so that Terry can slip free but the alpha growls. Instantly he freezes, the alpha grabbing his hips in grip that came only convey ownership, forcing him down as fucks up - he buries himself to the hilt as he comes deep inside.

Terry regrets that he won’t be able to experience a heat with his little omega, as there is no way he won’t be without child.

For now, it’s a small price to pay as Terry wants Daniel with child, and tied to him sooner rather than later.

Next time though, he will wait for a heat.

Will get to experience knotting him.

———————

“You knocked him up, didn’t you?”

“Of course. How could I not. I guess the problem isn’t with me like you have always claimed.”

“You’ll be sorry.”

A hand on her arm.

“I know you did not just threaten my mate, nor the child - my child - growing safely inside him.”

He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, in a gentle gesture, grotesquely at odds with his tone and how tight he holds her arm.

“You have left me no choice,” she says.

Later that night, Daniel asks where Cheyenne is. She never misses dinner with them, even if she ignores Daniel throughout it.

Terry notices that the alpha is no longer wearing his ring.

He gets a vague explanation, of her wanting to see the world, try new things, and she is never mentioned again.

That night, all his things, including Sam’s bassinet are moved into the bedroom.

They make love, Terry behind him, loving inside him, a hand resting proprietarily on the slight curve to his stomach.

———————

A few weeks after that, Daniel starts to throw up.

Terry is behind him, gently rubbing his back as he heaves, unable to do much more to help his little omega feel better.

Terry stays seated as Daniel stands up, flashing the toilet, going to rinse his mouth out.

“I think … I think I may be with child.”

Truth is, he could smell it on him - plus the slight curve to his tummy now when they make love. His breast, full from nursing have gotten bigger, his nipples darkening.

Terry stands and Daniel steps back, a hand across his belly and Terry frowns. He knows the little omega’s hormones must be all over the place. Sam isn’t even 6 months yet and already bred again.

He stops, kneeling down to be more level with his skittish mate.

“This is what I had hoped for,” he assures, unashamed. “It is the best possible outcome, I promise you,” hoping to put the little omega at ease. “It will be the first of many as well.”

And it does, the little omega unwrapping the arm he has curled around himself, walking to the alpha into his open arms, sighing when they close around him, holding him tight.

“What will people say….” His voice is muffled, his face pressed against the broad chest.

“You shall wear my name and ring before the babe is born.”

Although he’s going to be really showing when they wed.

Terry stands, picking his little treasure off, and Daniel wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist as he’s carried through their house, to their bedroom to be ravished, coming alive under his alpha’s love.

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