Page 129 of In Doubt
We watch him together, entranced by the beauty of him. He has his mothers honey skin, her caramel eyes but I swear there’s a hint of auburn in the little tuft of hair on his head. Jake argues it’s more the colour of straw, Dylan and Levi insist its dark.
I don’t care really. He belongs to us all.
Luca murmurs in his sleep, snuggling against Jake’s arm and for a moment his bottom lip bobs up and down.
“He’s dreaming of boob,” I whisper to her and she giggles. “I can’t blame him.” I stroke my palm up her stomach and cup her tit, squeezing it.
“He’s probably hungry,” she whispers, “and so am I. Let’s get some breakfast before he wakes up.”
“In a minute.” I hold her to me. “Let’s watch him for a little longer.” He’s so beautiful, our boy, beautiful and brave and strong like his mother. And nearly one already. Where did the time go? “Let’s make another.” I whisper into her ear, grinding my cock against her arse.
“Breakfast first,” she insists.
We leave the others sleeping and creep out of the room. In the kitchen, I flick on the kettle and slide bread into the toaster.
Giorgie hops up onto the counter watching me and when I’m done I come to stand between her thighs, leaning down to kiss the point where her shoulder meets her throat, where the criss-cross of our claiming bites shine white in the grey light of morning. They are so vivid, and I press my lips against them.
“Giorgie,” I mutter, tasting the sweet flavour of watermelon.
“I have some news,” she says, as I continue to nibble her throat and she brushes her fingers against my scalp.
“Are you going to tell me you’re already knocked up again?”
“No.” She tugs my hair a little. “The Dean from Crestmore College called me up this week.”
I lean back, peering at her. “Really? What did he want?”
“Sheis interested in the college funding our work. She wants me and Jake to go and work at the college.” Jake and Giorgie have been working together on their research – the study of omegas and alphas in Ancient Egypt – for the past five years. At first, Jake funded their research, our pack trips out to Egypt and some minor digs. But the last few years, as they’ve published their findings and become more known, more respected, in the academic world, others have backed them too – several wealthy alphas who believe in their theories.
“I haven’t told the others yet. I wanted to see what you thought of it first. Do you think it’s a good idea?”
I smile. I’m still the one she seeks out when she has those moments of doubts. When dreams drag her under or her thoughts drift to unwelcome places. She’ll lay her hand on my chest and I pull her back, back to the here and now with us. It happens less and less often these days, good therapy and the support and love of our pack have washed away those dark places.
“What do you think, my little Geek? What do you want?”
“I would like to work there, it would mean less travelling around. It would mean more time here with the pack and with Luca,” she smiles at me teasingly, “and our future children. How do you think Jake will feel about it?”
“That man lives to make you happy. Wherever you go, he’ll follow.” Her smile turns into a beam. “Now about those future children …” I nudge her legs further apart and she shuffles forward, unhooking my cock from my sweat pants and guiding me inside.
I sigh, pausing there for a moment, soaking up how good she feels, how good she always feels. So soft, so warm. Like home.
There were so many times, so many days and nights, I sat in strange rooms, in stranger’s houses. Wishing for a home of my own. For a family. Never really believing I could have those things.
But now I do. Now I have both.
“Alpha, move,” she whispers and I plough into her. Wanting to tell her. Wanting her to know how much she means to me. How much this pack means to me.
“I want lots of children. I want to fill this house with our children,” she moans as she starts to come undone.
“Me too.” I say as I rest my forehead against hers and fill her belly with my seed.
We’re going to have so many children, a family spilling over with love and noise, and many, many more Sunday mornings together just like these.
35
Long ago
The alphas step out of the West entrance of the temple, their hands laden with the gifts they’ve begged the God of all alphas, to bless. The day is late and the sun races towards the horizon, drawn there on Ra’s chariot. Around them, the dunes turn scarlet and the golden ball of light reflects in their eyes like flames of fire.
