Title: Roanoke River Omegas
Author: Will Okati
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: January 13, 2023
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 246 pages
Genre: Romance, New Adult, Action Adventure, Box Sets, Paranormal Romance, Gay, Sex/Gender Shifters & MPreg, Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance
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Synopsis
Unusual Omegas and unique Alphas falling in love and finding families? There’s never a dull moment in Roanoke River.
Conceivable (Roanoke River Omegas 1)
Omega Jory’s in love with his best friend, Alpha Darius, and Darius has no idea. Darius’s in love with Jory, and Jory has no idea. But when Jory asks Darius to father his baby, everything’s about to explode.
Inexplicable (Roanoke River Omegas 2)
Kit had no clue he was pregnant. Now everything’s changing, including his long distance love affair with Deacon. Babies do what they want, when they want. Just like Deacon used to. But now that he’s a father, he’s got to convince Kit he’s in this — and their lives — for keeps.
Combustible (Roanoke River Omegas 3)
Long, lean, wild and unconventional for an Omega, Zane rocks and rolls Alpha Grant’s world. Zane can’t be predicted. He can’t be contained. And Grant freaking loves it. Their love affair is gonna be complicated — and downright combustible.
Copyright ©2023 Will Okati
“So that was us, huh?” Jory teased, poking Darius.
“I think it was,” Darius agreed. He bent to bump his forehead with Jory, who looked worn out but so delighted it all but made him light up. “Not bad, us. We’ll have to do it again. Soon.”
Jory’s delighted grin was a worthwhile reward. He feinted a bite at Darius’s chin that missed on purpose, but followed it up with a quick kiss to the cleft there. “How soon?”
“Soon enough for both of us. And not soon enough, either.” A drop of sweat rolled down Darius’s forehead and dropped like rain on Jory’s cheek. Hmm. Jory looked good and fucked out, and that was a fine look, but also…”Water?” Darius asked.
Jory half closed his eyes. “Mmm. Yes, please.”
“You stay there. I’ll go get it.” Darius bent forward to feint a bite at the tip of Jory’s nose, then got his knees bent and his legs somehow steady beneath him. “Same place?”
“Bottom shelf of the fridge,” Jory agreed with a contented sigh.
Darius liked the sound of it. As he looked back over his shoulder, Jory rolled to his back and splayed himself out like a starfish. A happy, well-fucked starfish, and hmm, maybe that wasn’t the best analogy but to be honest Darius couldn’t give that much of a damn. He hadn’t had sex that good in — he couldn’t remember how long. If ever. He walked to the kitchen like an animal, naked and sticky with sweat and spunk and still half-hard, and it was like walking on air. He whistled to himself as he snagged two bottles of icy cold water from Jory’s fridge.
Why hadn’t they done this before? More fools them for not.
Darius started to close the fridge, then checked himself and doubled back. Man couldn’t live on water alone. He needed better fuel than that to fuck with, and they might be taking a breather but that breather wouldn’t last forever. There were so many things he wanted to do to, to do with Jory, tonight.
Food, then. Darius narrowed his eyes as he made his choices. Protein, fats, carbs, sweets. Chocolate? Definitely chocolate. And now he had more than he could carry, so he snagged a fruit basket from the counter and upended it, scattering all but one mango and one Japanese pear. The empty space filled up fast, jammed with thin-sliced prosciutto, rich pâté, almonds, pistachios, ale cheddar and some reeking French cheese and whole wheat crackers, a slice of tiramisu and a handful of marzipan… what the fuck?
“Why do you have marzipan penises in your fridge?” Darius asked, baffled, as he reentered the living room.
Jory burst into laughter and covered his eyes. “How deep were you digging to find those?”
Darius picked one of the tiny candy dicks out of the basket and flicked it at Jory, who batted it handily aside. “Deep enough. Bachelor party?”
“Bachelor party,” Jory confirmed. He sat up and gestured to the space across from him. “I don’t know how much food you’ve got there but I think I could eat it all. Come share my sad, sorry excuse for a nest. Two’s company.”
“It’s not that bad.”
In answer, Jory raised an eyebrow at him, and Darius had no choice but to shrug. Okay, it was bad. “Not in the way you’re thinking,” he insisted. Then, “Get up. Eat, and let me take a crack at it. See what I can do.”
The eyebrow stayed arched, but Jory took the basket and retreated to the window seat. He dug out the pear and tossed it to Darius. “Only if you eat too.”
“Fair enough.” Darius took a bite — gritty, sweet, cool — and chewed thoughtfully.
Jory watched him idly. “I’ve never known an Alpha to try building a nest before,” he said. “Of course, I’ve never known an Omega to fail quite so catastrophically, either.” He grinned when Darius laughed. “I know, right? I just couldn’t keep my mind on what I was doing.”
Mm-hmm. Darius knew his friend. “You were trying too hard,” he said. “Worried about making it perfect.”
Jory made a disgruntled noise. “I can’t help it. I think, therefore I am. I overthink, therefore I’m me.”
In answer, Darius reached over to dig another tiny marzipan pecker out of the basket and press it between Jory’s lips. Pink rose to Jory’s cheeks as he ate the morsel. “Does that mean ‘stop it and let me work’?”
Darius meant to say yes, or maybe to tell Jory it wasn’t that bad, to relax and let him help. “It means I like seeing you with such-like in your mouth,” he murmured instead, caressing Jory’s lip with the ball of his thumb.
Well then. Darius had no idea where that had come from, but he’d be damned if he would take it back. Now that he was in this, he meant to be in this. Jory’s blush deepened to ruby red, but his eyes glowed. He bowed his head, just for a moment the very image of a bashful Omega from the old stories, and the surge of lust that roared through Darius’s groin should have put him to shame, but didn’t. Not even a little.
He almost made use of it, his body wanted nothing more than to throw Jory down and ravage him until their muscles burned and their mouths were soft from kissing, but the nest wasn’t done, and an Alpha provided for his Omega. Darius kept working. Thick padded quilts first, to soften the floor, then more sensual things — a cashmere throw and a furry angora blanket, to make the nest warm and enticing. Pillows for their heads and under their backs, with anything Darius knew wouldn’t be washable discreetly kicked aside.
“I was distracted,” Jory said, jolting Darius’s concentration. When Darius frowned at him Jory wasn’t looking back, but instead stared meditatively down at the half-emptied basket of food. “My suppressants…”
“They aren’t cleared yet. You said. I can smell for myself, and they’re not gone, but they are fading.”
From the way he frowned, that seemed to bother Jory more than it did Darius. “I just don’t want you to think I was lying to you. Just trying to get you in bed for no reason.”
Huh? “I wouldn’t have thought it. You’ve never lied to me.”
“This is different,” Jory insisted.
Jory wasn’t wrong. And yet, he wasn’t right either. Trouble was, Darius didn’t know how to explain that. He shook his head, pushing that aside to think about later when his hormones weren’t stealing all the blood from his brain. He tucked the remains of the food and water in a nook between two pillows, threw one more soft shawl over the top, and turned back a corner of the topmost blanket. There. That should do it.
“Not bad,” Jory murmured. When Darius glanced over at him, his eyes were still warm with desire, but with approval, too. “Not bad at all.”
Darius took a step back and studied his work. It looked like an Alpha had built it, but… no. Not bad at all. But…”Was that it?”
“Was what it?”
“The suppressants,” Darius said. He had to know. “Was that the only thing keeping your mind off the job before?”
Jory fidgeted in a way that made Darius’s pulse jump, as if he were pressing his thighs together against an instinctive body response, an Omega’s pulse of slick that eased the way whenever they were hungry for cock. Darius sniffed the air and was sure of it. Nothing else smelled quite like that, like faint honey and rainwater without the bitterness of ozone.
“That wasn’t it,” Jory said, licking his lips. His pupils were huge when he looked up. “I couldn’t stop thinking about being with you. And I can’t stop thinking about it now. Come back to bed, Darius. Later is now.”
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Will Okati (formerly known as Willa) has lived through a few Interesting Times, but come out the other side a little grayer, a little wiser, and ready to get writing. Still as passionate about coffee, cats, and crafts as ever, but knowing that to your own self you must be true. Also still one of the quiet ones to watch out for, but life — like storytelling — is always a work in progress.
