A warm spring morning, the sky a light shade of pink. A bird can be heard chirping, a squirrel is seen running across the lawn. A young omega man is sitting on his porch. He is content, happily purring. A blanket wrapped around him as he holds his son who is suckling on his breast. He doesn't notice that his mate, an handsome alpha, is standing in the doorway watching him feed their son.
He comes up behind the omega, wrapping his arms around him. "He is almost two years old. You'll have to start feeding him from the bottle soon."
Dean Ambrose looked behind him, smiling back at his alpha, Roman Reigns. "I've tried. But he doesn't want to."
"He likes being held by mama, huh?"
Dean hummed. "Yeah, he's so used to this. Miracle was the same way. Took a while to wean her off of my breast milk."
"They've both been spoiled with mama's love for them."
"Daddy's love, too." Dean purred as Roman nuzzled his neck, right where his mate mark was.
"Let me take him now so I go give him a bath and change him into some new clothes."
Dean handed their pup over to him. He then got up, following Roman back inside the house. Later today the two of them were going to go pick Miracle up, who would be getting home soon from camp. They had sent her there for spring break. Seth was going to be there too, he was also picking up Colby. Miracle and Colby had become good friends with each other. They both already knew that she wasn't going to be mated to him in the future. Last year, Seth and Finn had told them that Colby had presented as an omega and that meant that in the future he would be mated to an alpha male. It was very rare for an omega male to be bonded to an alpha female.
Dean headed upstairs, wanting to get ready for the day. Him and Roman were living happily together over the past years, taking care of their pups, Tommy and Miracle. Spending time with their family and friends. They still helped omegas who would come to the shelter, despite Roman handing over ownership to Shane McMahon. Last year Dean had published his book and it became a best selling novel, helping other omegas that were just like him. He wanted to let them know that they were not alone, that they should be able to tell the world their stories without feeling ashamed of themselves. Many of them were ones that had been rescued from the markets, some of them were ones from abusive relationships and homes.
He was proud of himself for bringing a voice to all of the others who were afraid to tell their stories. He understood why they were for he was once one of them. But now, he wasn't afraid, he wasn't ashamed, and he was going to prove to everyone that doubted him that love can help make you stronger. That it can change your life for the better.
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He flipped through the pages of the book, his eyes settling on the very descriptive part of a traumatic event for the man the book was about.
'His hand was around my neck, I couldn't breathe. He screamed at me, telling me I was worthless, that this was all I would be good for. I didn't know how much worse it could get for me, I didn't know that maybe this man could kill me.
He let go of my neck. He reached over stuffing a rag into my mouth. I heard him above me, freeing himself of his pants. I didn't try to fight back or get away. I was too weak to, especially after being cut open. I had accepted my fate. It still hurt when he forced himself inside me. He set a fast pace, hitting a spot inside me hard. Each thrust was brutal and I was bleeding again. I just laid there and took it, tears falling from my eyes, whimpering each time it hurt. And it hurt even more when he forced an orgasm from me. I hated myself, thinking how I could I possibly enjoy this? Being abused and raped by this disgusting man.
But thats what a good omega is supposed to do, right? That's all we're good for. Being abused, raped, and bred. We're supposed to just take it and enjoy it. And I was a good omega.'
He let out a groan, jerking himself off faster. He was so close. But he needed more than just his own imagination. He reached over, opening up a drawer. He grabbed a folder from inside. He opened it, trying to the find the best image that would help him give him his release. He soon found one.
On his hands and knees, legs spread far apart, exposing that puckered hole of his which was dripping with slick. His wrists tied above him, and his head was laying on a pillow. Eyes staring back up, auburn hair sticking to his forehead.
He imagined how tight his ass would feel around his cock. Just like it was made for him. Thrusting hard and fast into him, wanting to hear him scream his name. His prostate would be sensitive after a while and he would cum with a loud cry, begging to be filled up, impregnanted. His tight heat would be clenching around his cock, milking him of his own seed. He would empty himself inside of him, marking him as his.
He moaned loud, finally reaching his release. The image of the young omega underneath him, pounding him hard, bringing him to it. He laid there for a bit, panting. Every day, every night, it would be like this. Ever since he had found out about the omega.
When he had seen what the omega had looked like something had hit. Him finding out about his book was fate. He felt a connection to this man. One that could never broken. And he just knew that he had to make him his for real. He need to have him.
"I'll find you soon my precious Dean. We'll soon be together. You won't believe me at first but I know that you'll feel that connection just like me."