The Rebellious Omega

King Braedon POV

"Tell me you want me" I hissed, as she looked up at me dazed "Tell me what you want" I growled.

She gave a cry, "I want you" she begged, her body writhing on the desk "I want you to f**k me hard" she added with a tinge of desperation.

My primal side took over. I began to slam into her mercilessly, her legs high in the air as I took her, pounding her hard, her cries becoming more and more shrill as she orgasmed, over and over again, causing my own pleasure to increase. I loved hearing her scream my name from her trembling lips. I loved seeing her eyes widen just before she came and I loved watching her face as she looked up at me in shock each time.

"Braedon" she whimpered.

I thrust harder and she mewled, her nails digging into the desk. I had taken control back from her and she knew it. All she could do was go along for the ride, her body bouncing, her body tensing again and again, as she came multiple times. "I can't take any more" she pleaded, as I stared down at her "Please, Braedon, it's too much" she whimpered.

I deliberately ran a finger up and down her mound, causing her to tremble. "You say that, but your body says otherwise" I whispered, causing her mouth to part slowly "But if you're that insistent" I added and she nodded, looking up at me hopefully, a grin spreading on my face "Then I guess I should really put you out of your misery" I added.

I thrust into her hard, my fingers circling her c**t as she cried out, her body stiffening, another o****m ripping through her as I came, spilling my seed inside of her, before I stopped, panting hard, her body relaxing as she collapsed. I slid out of her gently, zipping my pants back up and doing up the button. She looked dazed and more than a little tired. I had worn her out.

I helped her to sit, before reaching into my desk drawer and grabbing a handkerchief, which I used to clean her up a little.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked quietly but she shook her head at me adamantly and I relaxed slightly.

I grabbed her and sat down with her on my lap, holding her tightly as she rested against me, her head against my chest, her eyes closed. She felt so right in my arms. She belonged there. She always would, I thought absently. For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

I kissed the top of her head and smoothed down her hair. Her lingerie was crumpled and wrinkled but to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. My wolf purred in agreement. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She gave a murmur of contentment and then nuzzled me.

"Sweetheart," I said gruffly and she sat a little more upright and looked at me warily "Not that I'm complaining but what made you come down here to see me, especially like this?" I asked and saw her blush slightly, her cheeks turning a becoming pink color that only added to her beauty.

She bit her lip as I waited. She was holding something back from me. I could tell. It was instinctive. She sighed and then stood up. Immediately my wolf whined at the loss of contact with our mate. She stepped back and wrung her hands together, looking worried. "I need to tell you something," she said slowly.

I leaned back in the chair. She looked worried now. I wondered if it had to do with Sarah. Had my sister caused trouble once again? I was annoyed but fought not to show it. If Sarah had pissed Blair off I was going to have to intervene this time.

"We're mates, whatever it is I'm here to listen" I emphasized, watching the way she kept glancing at me fearfully.

My wolf was suddenly gleeful. I know what mate wants to tell us, and she has nothing to fear. I couldn't be happier he said as I frowned.

Care to let me in on it then wolf? I growled at him.

Nope. Let her tell you. Just keep quiet.

Blair sighed. "Well, I'm just going to blurt it out and hope for the best. Um, well, the thing is" she paused and I was almost being driven mad by the suspense "I'm pregnant Braedon" she said and I stared at her dumbly, my mind struggling to digest what it had just heard.

Pregnant? The notion should have frightened me but all I could do was picture my mate with a swollen stomach, carrying our child or pup in her womb. It brought a tear to my eye. I was going to be a father. I was going to have a pup. My wolf was celebrating loudly in my mind, boasting and preening. Blair was still looking worried. Did she think I didn't want children? Or worse, was she upset to find out she was pregnant?

I leaped out of the chair and picked her up, twirling her around in the air "You are amazing" I told her as I lowered her back to the ground "I can't believe it" I added with a lump in my throat.

"You..you're happy then," she said with a slight stammer.

"Of course I am. I want children, but I wanted you to have them when you were ready. Are you happy Blair?" I asked delicately.

Her face brightened. A look of overwhelming relief came over her. She leaned into me as I held her tightly, "Yes" she breathed "I was worried you wouldn't be" she admitted.

Realization dawned "Is that why..." I trailed off, glancing down at the coat and at the lingerie she was wearing pointedly. She blushed "I figured it would go down better if you were in a good mood," she said embarrassed and I burst into laughter, kissing her temple. "Not that I'm complaining, but I would have been happy if you just told me straight" I assured her as she blushed even brighter red "Now let's get you back upstairs before anybody else sees you in this" I growled, feeling possessive of my mate who looked sheepish as she began to search for her panties.