The Home Office

Swanley

“ W ell, congratulations again, Swanley.” Finn’s voice hums through my phone. “Enjoy these first few weeks with your omega. They’re like nothing else.”

“Will do,” I thank my boss once more, then hang up. Two full weeks. That might not seem like much of a vacation to some—Kofi is taking three full months off from work—but it’s a lot to me. I like working. I feel useless when I lie around the house.

“Did no one get dressed this morning?” Kofi eyes my briefs as he breezes into the office. He sets his keys and phone on his desk. He looks good in his black shirt and jeans.

“I just got out of the shower.” I lean back in my office chair, getting a good view of Kofi’s ass right before he sits at his desk. I wanted our workstations to face each other, but he insisted we sit back-to-back. I’m not a fan. But Kofi says he can’t concentrate when I'm staring at him. “I woke up early and went for a run. Where have you been?”

“I went into town to get Carys a few things. We got everything for her but clothes.” He swivels in his chair to face me. “Has she gone into her cove yet?”

“Not that I saw.” I frown, hoping she doesn’t hate it. Isaac spent so long decorating the space. He’ll be very sad if she ends up never using it. “I thought omegas went ape shit for nests.”

“They do.” Kofi stares at the floor, his doctor-brain working something out. “Havenfield doesn't have coves, just bedding for the patients to use for nesting. Maybe she’s overwhelmed by it?” He phrases it as if asking for my opinion, but hell if I know.

“Hey,” I say, debating if I should say what’s been floating around in my head all morning, but I need to say it out loud. “Carys's scars.” I take in Kofi’s hard expression. He’s obviously as angry as I am at the unmistakable violence she’s endured. “I knew the details of her case,” I say. “But…”

“I know.” Kofi places his hand on my knee, squeezing gently. “Try not to think about it.”

A bark of a laugh jerks from my throat. “And how the hell am I supposed to do that?” I ask a little too loudly. Kofi immediately holds up one of his hands, quieting me. I clear my throat, speaking softer this time, “How the fuck are we supposed to ignore the fact that the fucker that did that to her is out there, living his best life, while she’s too broken to even nest?” My emotions grip my throat, and I turn my head, trying to collect myself. “He should be rotting in a fucking ditch. Him and her piece of shit parents.” My veins pump with hot rage. “I still can’t believe they disowned her after he almost killed her.”

“I know,” Kofi whispers. He’s so calm and understanding. It’s probably why he’s such a good doctor. “What is her old mate doing? Did you look into him?”

“Yeah.” I grab my notebook, flipping it to the right page.

Kofi scoots a little closer, speaking softly. “What did you find?”

I angle my notes so he can see everything I’ve written. “Preston Hyde.” I point to the fucker’s name at the top of the page. “He’s some kind of real estate mogul. He buys all kinds of property and sells it to massive companies for a shit ton of cash. He could have spoiled her rotten, but instead…..” I grit my teeth, struggling to finish my thought.

“Calm down, Swan.” Kofi looks deep into my eyes. “Carys is with us now. She’ll never have to live through something like that ever again. Now,” he places his hand on my forearm, cutting right to his biggest concern, “Where does Preston live?”

“Eastfall.” I point to the word circled at the bottom of the page. “In the heart of the city.” I toss the notepad onto my desk. “He doesn’t seem to be monitoring Carys.” This is something both of us are worried about. While there’s nothing that indicates he might want revenge on her, it’s still a possibility.

“I haven’t sent her paperwork into the Omega Registry yet.” Kofi hangs his head, rubbing the back of his neck hard. “I have to do that today, and if he has any kind of alert set on her…” he trails off, clenching his jaw tight.

Reaching over, I brush his hands away from his neck, then I squeeze his tense muscles. “I should probably say I’m sorry.”

Kofi’s eyes go wide. “You want to apologize for something?” He emphasizes the word as if I’ve never once felt bad about something in my life. It’s true that I hate saying I’m sorry, but I own up to it when I fuck up. “What for?” He eyes me as I continue to rub his shoulders.

I swallow my pride, then lower my voice to almost a whisper, “For pushing you about fucking Carys. I didn’t realize how fragile she actually is.” I pull my hands back, suddenly feeling very stupid. “Seeing all the blood drain from her face right before throwing up, really put her situation into perspective for me.”

“It’s okay.” Kofi places his hand on my knee. “I get it. You were speaking from a place of instinct.” He leans in and cocks his head, smiling up at me. Even after all these years, he still has that boyish charm that drives me wild. “I understand how hard it is to be around those fresh omega pheromones,” he says. “It can be very difficult to think straight.”

“For real,” I snort loudly. “She smells un-fucking-believable. How the hell do you work around omegas all the time?”

Kofi lets out a deep chuckle. “I only work with the sick ones. Remember? It’s a little different.”

And just like that, I can’t help but wonder if Carys will ever get better. Kofi had been so positive that she’d finish her treatments, then she’d be ready to be claimed. He mentioned that there might be some bumps in the road, but I never thought it would be like this. I thought we’d claim her, mark her, then start our family. I was a fool.

“What’s wrong?” Kofi narrows his dark eyes.

“Will Carys…” I glance at the office door, making sure it’s closed. “Will we be able to…” I hold my hands out, trying to ask if we’ll be able to rut her, without saying it out loud. I don’t want to say something wrong, then have to apologize again.

“We’ll be able to claim her,” Kofi answers my awkward question. He pulls my chair closer, so we’re sitting face to face. “She needs some time. We will love her and spoil her the best we can,” he says pointedly. “And then we’ll try claiming her again in a few days.” He places his hands on the top of my thighs, sliding up the edge of my briefs. My cock instantly hardens. “We’re just going to have to take care of each other until she’s ready.”

“Be careful there, alpha.” My voice drops to a throaty rumble. “Don’t tease me. I’m too riled up.”

“I’m not teasing.” His dark eyes narrow mischievously. “Neither one of us got to come last night.”

A slight smirk lifts one side of my mouth. But before I can say anything, Kofi moves, pushing aggressively at my chest and forcing me against my desk.

His mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. This is how he normally kisses. Not that tender shit he gave Carys last night, but I now understand why he didn’t take her the way he takes me or Isaac. She can’t handle it. At least not yet.

“Pull that cock out now,” Kofi commands.

I do as I’m told, lifting my solid erection over the waistband of my briefs. I love the feel of submitting to my pack alpha, but only to him. I’d fucking war against anyone else that dared to speak to me this way. But when Kofi does it, especially when it’s the two of us like this, it really gets my blood pumping.

“You have the most glorious cock.” He wraps his hand around my shaft, squeezing so hard it makes me grunt. “Are you going to fill my mouth, alpha? Would that make you feel better?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he slowly lowers himself to his knees. His nose travels across my skin, his stubble grazing my shaft.

Keeping his dark eyes locked on mine, he opens his mouth wide, then he sucks me down, swallowing every painful inch. I moan loudly, tilting my head back as he sucks and hums.

“No one sucks cock like you do,” I pant, holding onto his muscular shoulders. “Fuck!” I buck my hips when he hollows his cheeks. Pleasure sears my blood as he drags me in deep, sucking and bobbing.

I’m already on the verge of coming.

That’s what this alpha does to me. Ever since we were teens, he’s known how to rip me down and build me up. He was my first lover, but since then he’s turned into so much more. I love him. I love that he brought Isaac into our lives, and now Carys. And I need to trust him with how to handle her, even if it does feel wrong not to rut and claim and bite her.

“Turn around. I need to come inside you.” Kofi is on his feet, forcing me to face my desk.

I kick my briefs off, then widen my stance. His belt jiggles, and there’s a rustle in a drawer—probably getting lube. There are some packs that don’t go near the stuff, but Isaac likes it and honestly, we’ve gotten used to it. While I do love a good ass eating, lube lets you fuck faster, and longer than spit does.

Kofi presses two slick fingers to my asshole, prepping me. It’s fast and sloppy, his hands trembling with need. I love him like this.

Once he’s sure I’m ready, he places the crown of his dick right at my hole, then moves his hips forward. I grunt as he breaches me, pushing past that first tight ring of muscles. He doesn’t tease me, filling me quickly, making me moan loudly as I savor the intense pressure.

My alpha immediately begins thrusting, setting a brutal pace as he fucks me against my desk. The front of my thighs dig into the edge, and my cock rubs against my paperwork, leaking precum everywhere.

Good . I fucking love it messy.

“You feel un-fucking-believable,” Kofi growls in my ear.

“Shut up and make me come already.” I push my ass back, planting my fists on my desk.

The last of Kofi’s resolve snaps and he fists a handful of my hair. He slams his hips into my ass, hitting my prostate dead on. I hold on for dear life as fire burns down my spine. It spreads, crawling up the back of my thighs and drawing up my balls. Before I know it, pleasure erupts from deep within me, and I come everywhere. Thick white jets, painting my desktop.

“Fuck!” I pant and my heart pounds. But then the sensation of Kofi’s dick changes inside me as he starts to come. It’s not the slick, hard rod I’m used to, but it’s becoming unyielding. Almost painful. Kind of like a…

“What the fuck!” Kofi stumbles backward, his cock still dripping cum. It splatters onto the hardwood floor. Thank god, we don’t have carpet in here. “Fuck, that hurt.” He hisses, wrapping his fist around the base of his shaft. He’s completely naked, his muscular body flushed with sweat.

“Did you try to fucking knot me?” I ask in complete disbelief. Alphas don’t knot other alphas. Hell, we don’t even knot betas…or at least that’s not common. It’s a biological thing. Something that Kofi can probably explain better than I can.

“Shit.” Kofi squeezes his eyes shut tight, clearly in pain.

I immediately drop to my knees, easing his fingers away to examine his dick. I don’t actually know what I’m doing, but I feel like I have to do something . “That looks insane,” I say. His shaft isn’t ballooned out like the ones I’ve seen in porn, but it’s definitely swollen.

“Be careful,” Kofi winces when I touch the widest part. The skin is bright red, almost inflamed-looking. “It really does hurt.”

“Are you gonna pass out?” I quickly ask, thinking about the shit we learned back in high school biology. “Do you need me to squeeze it?”

“It’s not that bad.”

But I ignore him, wrapping my fist around the base, then squeezing the way I imagine an omega’s pussy would. Tight, pulsing my hands to keep the blood flowing.

“Fuck!” Kofi sucks a quick breath through his teeth, forcing his shoulders to relax as he exhales. His shaft softens a bit in my hand, the knot quickly deflating, and I can literally see the pain in Kofi’s body lift.

“Is this because of Carys?” I get up, snatching my briefs off the cum splattered floor. “Even though you haven’t bitten her. Could that be what this is?”

Kofi shrugs, then clears his throat roughly. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.” He blinks rapidly, clearly trying to regain his composure.

“This has to be good though, right?” I hand him his jeans off the floor. “It means she fits with us. Your body and hers match well. Right?”

Kofi lets out a deep chuckle, palming his shaft as if it were something fragile. “I think so.” He smiles so brightly it warms the whole room.

“She’s gonna be okay,” I say it like it’s a statement, but Kofi knows me better than that. I need to hear assurances.

“She’s ours, Swan.” He caresses my upper back, pushing his hand into my hair. “She’s going to be so happy with us.”

I tug up my briefs, thinking about our new omega and how different our lives are going to be. It might take a while, but soon enough Carys will be happily rutted, and hopefully filled with our young. I know it isn’t likely—Kofi warned me and Isaac that it might not happen—but an alpha can dream.

I bet she’d be beautiful with her tits all engorged, and her belly full and round. The thought has my balls tightening once again.

“Swanley.” Kofi eyes my waistband. “Fix that before you head out.” He points to my waist. The tip of my cock pokes out of my briefs.

“It’s a little big,” I palm my balls. “Wanna help me get it back in?”

Kofi snorts as he struts toward the office door. “You’re such an asshole.”