Page 32 of His Innocent Omega
“I didn’t even know your name,” I reminded him. “How could I contact you?”
Grayson stared at me, his eyes hard and assessing. Gone was the smile from earlier. I fought the urge to squirm under his look. If he stared at anyone who broke the law like that, I wassure they would confess to every wrong doing they had ever done in a matter of minutes. “All you had to do was look up my information on the app, Wyatt. Even with me deleting my account, you would have been able to find it.”
Icy dread flowed through my body. He knew. Somehow, he knew I had access to privileged information on the Taboo app. How did he know? Who was this man? He was much more than he appeared in his casual dress of jeans, work boots, and tan uniform shirt that he pinned a badge to.
Deep down, I think I had always known that, though. Even with no names exchanged between us, no small talk conversation, I had always known this man was powerful. Intelligent. Possibly deadly. It just seeped from his pores and was in everything he did. The way he moved, the way he looked at people, like he knew their deepest secrets with just a glance of his dark eyes. He exuded confidence and a don’t fuck with me attitude.
“You obviously know way more about me than I know about you.” The strength in my voice surprised me, but I sat up a little straighter in the uncomfortable bed. Maybe I should have spent the afternoon searching him on the internet, instead of trying to find scientific facts that supported the theory of fated mates.
“I know everything about you.” His voice was low and dark.
Snorting, I said, “I doubt that.”
He spent the next ten minutes rattling off disturbingly factual things about my life. When he finished, he went back to staring at me, his face impassive but hard. Gone were those lovely dimples of his.
Licking my dry lips, I jutted my chin out defiantly. “Miss Rose obviously had someone do a background check on me. I would have done the same thing in her place. Though it was surprisingly thorough. Some things you listed can’t be foundon the internet, and seem to go beyond even what standard law enforcement would be able to find.”
“No one said I was standard law enforcement. But it wasn’t me. I just came into this information today. That doesn’t matter, though. You’re evading the question. Why didn’t you look up my information when you found out you were pregnant? I had a right to know.”
Annoyance and anger flared at his audacity, and I choked back a hollow laugh. “You had no rights whatsoever to know anything. We both made the choice to be on that app. To have a no names hookup. The end. Me becoming pregnant was just…an unexpected after effect. It wasn’t like you hadn’t used birth control–two kinds even. But your responsibility ended when you left that hotel room. I had no responsibility to tell you anything. I didn’t look up your information, Grayson, quite frankly because I never wanted to know. I never planned for you to be a part of my daughter’s life. I never planned to ever see you again, or for you to even find out she existed. No more than you ever planned to tell me that we were fated mates. Not that I even believed in that nonsense.”
His eyes narrowed at my words, “Does that mean you believe we are fated mates now?”
“It means I believe there is enough scientific research to prove their existence and I’m open to the possibility. I’m conflicted about how I feel about you keeping the information from me. And I don’t see how it changes anything, in the long run. You clearly didn’t want a mate, and I don’t see the point in them. For that matter, I don’t see the point in marriage, or mate claiming. Certainly not the bond claiming that is talked about with fated mates. I’ve had enough of people controlling my life and making decisions for me. I’m capable of financially supporting myselfand my daughter on my own. That was my plan all along, and I’m not changing that just because we happen to live in the same town now and you know she exists. I’m aware I will have to make some concessions now, as I assume you will want some sort of visitation.”
“Our,” he corrected quietly, sounding annoyed. “You keep saying ‘your daughter’. She isourdaughter.”
There was no mistaking the chill in his voice, or the short, sharpness in each word he spoke. Exhaustion tugged at me, and I just didn’t have it in me to continue this conversation with him, that was bound to turn into a fight. It had been a long, demanding day, both physically and mentally.
“I think it best if Julianna stays in the nursery tonight,” I leaned back against the pillows. “I’m exhausted and need to get some sleep. There’s no need for you to spend the night here.”
“That’s not happening,” he settled himself more comfortably in the padded rocker, arms crossed defiantly over his broad chest, stretching the material of his uniform shirt until the shoulder seams looked like the threads might start popping.
“We don’t–” my protest died on my lips as he pointed a finger at me, his razor-sharp gaze cutting me like it was a physical thing.
“Do not say one more word. I’m staying. That is the end of this conversation, Wyatt. I will take care of feeding and changing our daughter, and you’ll still be able to be close to her. If you’re awake and want to cuddle her, you can. The rest of whatever we need to work out can be worked out later, once I get you both home tomorrow. And yes, I’m taking you home when you’re released. Regardless of if we are together or not, she is my child, and I have a responsibility in making sure she is taken care of. That both of you are taken care of.”
Rubbing a hand against my temples, I closed my eyes, feeling drained. “I don’t have the energy to fight with you.”
“Then don’t.” The chair creaked as he adjusted his bulk in it. “Easy solution.”
He flicked the light switch by him, and the room was swallowed up by darkness. The only glow came from a nightlight in the corner, and the light from the outside hallway that seeped under the door. “Just get some rest, Wyatt. All the other stuff can wait.”
Eyes closing, I finally allowed myself to relax enough to drift off. Julianna was healthy and safe, her soft little snuffles filling the room every few minutes. I hadn’t let myself rest, not properly, since my water broke that morning. Grayson was right; all the other stuff could be dealt with when Julianna and I got home.
“Her crib’s not put together,” I mumbled, slipping into a dream where soft lips placed a kiss on my head and a large, calloused hand caressed through my matted, tangled curls.
“Shh, sleep,” the deep voice whispered, slipping into my subconscious. “You don’t need to worry about a thing. I’ve got you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Wyatt
My bound hands were above my head, my knees draped over his muscled forearms. The pull of his arms had me stretched wide enough that I felt the burn in my hip joints. It made it hard for me to move, so that all I could do was take what he was giving me. His dick stretched me wide, the burn not as intense as before, but still there. He changed the angle slightly and pegged my prostate straight on. I screamed at the sheer ecstasy of it, my head thrashing restlessly against the pillow.
Some omegas might want their first time to be gentle. To be filled with sweet kisses and soft caresses.
I wasn’t like most omegas. I’d known that my entire life, but it was more profoundly obvious in that moment.
