It was days like this that Ben Solo was sure he could commit murder. And not that easy 'stab stab' murder, he meant the slow, painful type of murder that left the victim begging for help and mercy with their last breath.
"Did you hear me, Solo?" Armitage Hux asked from the doorway.
Veins trembled beneath the flesh of Ben's neck as he looked to the red haired subordinate. "Yes, I heard you. Anything else?"
Hux looked unimpressed but continued, "There's a woman on Line 3 for you."
Ben nodded, and Hux was smart enough to take that as enough of a dismissal. True enough, the red light on line 3 was shining red, and with a hefty sigh, he picked up the receiver.
"Solo."
"...Ben?" comes from the other end, and the Alpha in Ben's mind coo's at the sweet sound of his mate. "Am I bothering you? I'm sorry, sweetheart, I can call at a different time, or go myself instead…"
The thought of her going out in such a vulnerable state has a desperate snarl escaping his throat. "Don't you dare. Remember our rules?"
No leaving the house by yourself
No knives or scissors
At least eight glasses of water a day
Please, just rest
On the other end, he heard her sigh, picturing the roll of her chocolate eyes that had ensnared his years ago. "It's a five minute walk, I can make that without your help."
"What do you need?" He glanced at the clock. "I get off in twenty minutes, I can stop at the market on my way back."
"Ben... " She groaned, and he could picture her rubbing the soft swell of her protruding belly.
Rubbing a hand down his face, he tried to keep his cool. "Please, just stay at home in your little nest, and I'll bring you whatever you want once I'm off."
When she continued grumbling on the other end, he wished he were home so he could smack her bottom and feed her something else to keep her quiet. His little Rey had always been too smart, too mouthy for her own good, and when they'd first crossed paths, she'd received too many spankings to count.
"...I was trying to make cookies but I couldn't reach the chocolate chips, and we're out of butter."
He hid a growl that bubbled in his chest. Her sweet little hands shouldn't be anywhere near the oven; millions of people each year received third degree burns from unruly ovens.
He was already packing up for the day when he offered to run by her favorite bakery and pick up a dozen of those cookies n' cream panda donuts and a bag of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies she liked to hoard when they first met.
She squealed on the other end, "Yes! Yes! Thank you Ben, I love you, I love. You're the best, Alpha."
His heart swooned, she loves us, she really loves us, and he shook off the growing hunger for Rey. There would be time for that later.
"I'll be home soon," he purred into the phone. "Rest, please."
She blew a raspberry into the receiver and hung up.
Aside from the Omega working the register, the bakery was empty. Her name tag read Paige, and she smiled up at Ben. He said his order with a monotone voice, paying with his golden card and giving Paige a small grin when she handed him the bag of treats.
Empty roads, green lights, and the smell of fried donuts were his companion on the drive home. When he pulled into the driveway, he could hear his mate rise and pad down the hall, and he was out of the car and jogging to the front door before she could take two steps.
It was days like these that Ben had no regrets about the night he'd stolen Rey from the trashcan heap she'd been hiding out in, running from her adopted Father whose bone still hadn't been found after the way Ben had left him.
Not a single ounce of remorse for mating her and imprinting his teeth in her neck for the world to see, to know that this one person- Omega- belonged to Ben Solo.
Even though she was hardly a Dancing Queen, there was nothing that could stop him from loving her with every piece of himself that he could.
At the top of the stairs, his sweet Rey watched him with wide, innocent eyes, barely two steps down the fuzz-covered steps, one hand holding her belly while the other gripped the railing. It was a blessing that she'd forgone a shirt today, only wearing a sports bra that clung to her milk filled teats.
Little wet dots painted the two centers of the lavender bra, and he felt saliva and hunger build in his gums.
Before he could dart forward and carry her back to their nest, she puckered up her bottom lip and held out her hands. "Food?"
Ben's shoulders deflated, but he jogged up and handed them over nonetheless, to which she squealed… and nearly tumbled down the stairs in her excitement. Luckily for her, an Alpha's reflexes were unparalleled and he easily caught her.
She pressed herself against the planes of his chest, finding the right footing at the top of the stairs while her Alpha stared down with a look that said run.
"In my defense," she started, reaching into the bag to take a bite out of the cookies n' cream panda's face, "I could've been down there by now if you'd just let me walk by myself."
He huffed in response and began to crowd her back down the hall. "Bed, Now."
"But you said you hate when I eat in bed. You're so picky about crumbs."
"Then be careful, sweetheart."
"But I'm thirsty."
"I'll get you a glass of water." He nudged open the bedroom door and pointed to the bed that was still made. Fluffy, cotton sheets, pillows stacked high, and a stuffed bear that had been in her arms that night near the dumpster.
Finishing off the first donut of many, Rey began to bite into another one, looking up at her Alpha. "How was work?"
Rubbing a hand over his tired face, he muttered, "Fine, but please, sweetheart, lay down and let me get you some water. I just…" He sighed. "I just want to hold you for a bit, alright?"
Inside his chest was a cage that held a pacing lion, back and forth, eyes darting around the den to try and find a sense of relief. Anything to calm the constant need to know- to be certain- that Rey was okay when he was away at work. And even now with her standing in front of him, plump with his child and cheeks full of dough, he still felt tense.
Thankfully she was close to third trimester and he would take his work leave and be allowed to resume his role as a constant burr on her side. Those sticky hands wouldn't be going anywhere near the oven when he was around.
Obtaining the glass of water, shedding his work clothes and quickly washing the smells of the day off his body were motions that felt like autopilot, and when he slipped in next to Rey, his brain tuned in again.
He sat against the headboard while Rey curled into his side, chewing on a crumbly cookie.
"You wanna tell me how work went?" A few crumbs trickled down her stretchy bra.
He shook his head, rolling over to palm her flesh anywhere he could reach. "I have a feeling that Hux is doing everything he can to drive me insane. I don't think I've ever met a Beta that asks that many questions."
"Wouldn't you rather he ask than just try and do it himself?" The donut bag crinkled as she started on her third donut. "I know I'd rather ask and get yelled at then not ask and get fired."
"That's because you're my smart little Omega," he kissed the crown of her head, "And I need a new assistant. I'll end up killing Hux before his contract runs out."
"But he gets the job done, right? And don't forget you fired the last two after only a month."
It wasn't his fault that Bazine had drugged his morning coffee with illegal rut inducing pills, ones that had him calling out of work for a week straight to constantly be inside Rey's warm cunt, the only sense of soothing to the fire that had burned his veins.
Kaydel had been no better, wearing shorter and shorter skirts and attempting to bend over in his presence every chance she got. Thankfully, Poe Dameron, another Alpha in the building, had spotted her on his lunch break one day. The next day, she'd slipped into the office with a limp and a bitten neck.
"Kaydel lasted longer than one month. It's not my fault Poe can't keep it together."
Rey nudged him, "Look who's talking," and patted her rounded belly.
"But you don't work for me, and I need my assistant to take my calls and get my coffee."
"That's because you wouldn't let me work for you." She rubbed her chin, "If I remember correctly, someone threw a bit of a tantrum when I submitted my own name for the position under their nose."
"You must be-"
"Hi, Ben."
"Out of your-"
"I thought this would be a way for us to bond."
"Fucking mind if you think for one second-"
"Calm down, sweetheart, you'll have a heart attack."
"Rey!"
Instead of relishing in the time he'd bent her over his desk and knotted her, his arms tugged her up and over on his lap, large hands spanning over the wideness of her belly. Stretch marks dotted her sides, up and circling her bellybutton, and Ben lightly peppered kisses upon each mark.
In his lap, Rey giggled and petted his hair, rubbing his ears and looking sweetly at her Alpha.
"Have you been thinking about names? You promised you would."
Ben hummed; "We decided on Leia, remember?"
"Hmm," she trembled as his hands pulled down the straps of her flimsy bra, her breasts hanging low, full of milk. "Any other ideas? Not that Leia isn't lovely, but we should always have a back-up."
Plump lips wrapped around a leaking teat, latching on with hollowed cheeks and sucking in the sweet, creamy milk that would soon feed his child. There was something special about a mother's milk- at least, the alpha in Ben felt that there was no taste that compared- and he knew there would be trouble not sucking them dry even after the birth of their little one.
His lips pulled off and he smacked his wet lips, licking up the spilled whiteness on her belly. "How do you feel about Padme?"
"I…" Rey gulped as Ben's hands began to roam the rest of her body, eventually maneuvering her onto her back, careful to keep her back elevated on the pillows. "I like it. Padme."
Ben's mind soared as he looked down at Rey, taking in her heaving chest, the thick scent of her arousal nestled on his tongue… and just the sight of her laying in his bed. A low growl bubbled in his chest- my Rey, mine- and he surged forward to kiss her soft lips.
Their tongues battled for a moment, but she leaned into their kiss and whimpered under her Alpha, hips lifting in an attempt to tempt him. Wasting no time, he palmed his cock and lined himself up with her already dripping hole, groaning as he sank into her heat.
She gasped his name, nails digging into his back as he bottomed out in her, his growls nestled in the crook of her neck. He kept himself stuffed inside her for a moment, taking pleasure in the feel of her walls clenching around him- it was impossible to tell if she was sucking him in or pushing him out- and when he eventually did pull out to the tip, only to plunge back in, Rey threw her head back, moaning.
"Mine," he growled, setting a punishing pace in and out of her cunt. "I'll fuck you everyday, sweetheart. Never get tired of this pussy."
"Omega," he ground out, "My Omega. You're mine, Rey. I own this cunt," the hand not holding one of her thighs up drifted to palm her belly, "and when this ones out, I'll fuck another one in you. I swear- fuck- promise, Omega, I promise."
He used her body as one would a toy; sucking hickies and bite marks into the thin flesh of her neck while thrusting with no pause.
He felt her walls begin to tremble around his cock. Every thrust sent Rey higher on the mountain of pillows, and Ben made sure to tug her closer each time she drifted too far. Their skin was speckled with sweat, Rey's belly was practically glistening while Ben's neck was dotted with moisture.
His hips slammed against the crease of her thighs as he felt his knot begin to swell, her cry of "Ben!" followed by the tight vice grip of her pussy growing nearly unbearable, his own choked cry echoing through the room. Even in such a blissed out state, he made sure not to collapse on her fragile form, instead tugging her close and lightly falling on his side.
Ben relished in the sound of her deep breaths, searching through his mind to pluck the strings of their precious bond. Love, loyalty- possessiveness and protectiveness- hummed through Rey's mind, and she turned her head to smile at Ben, but then a look of surprise came over her face.
"What is it?" muttered Ben, his hand drifting to rub her bare shoulder, watching with curiosity as she tugged his hand to feel her belly.
At first there was nothing, but then he felt a gentle kick against his palm. Even though they were connected at the waist, he pulled her closer, hand still on her belly.
"Did you feel her?" Rey hummed and snuggled into his chest. "I can't wait to meet her."
As his mind began to drift in the afterglow of their lovemaking, he felt Rey begin to squirm against his chest, her hand moving across the surrounding sheets. No, there's no way she's-
"Ben, where are the donuts?"
