Page 108 of His Sassy Omega
I wanted to take more time with him, wanted to spend hours opening him up, but it had been too long, and I couldn’t wait another second to be inside him.
“Roll over,” I instructed, and he hurried to comply. His hands and knees would be easier on him, but if we were going to claim each other, this was the best position. I shoved the pillow back under his butt, tilting his hips up. He planted his feet flat on the bed, knees open wide, hole wide open and on display.
He was panting harshly, as was I, and he looked blissed out and gorgeous. I positioned the head of my cock at his entrance and pushed in. Lachlan’s eyes rolled back, his back arching, as his tight ring of muscles clamped down and sucked me in.
Holy fuck, he felt like heaven.
I stilled my movements, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead. I looked down into his beautiful blue eyes, and I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.
Where I was always meant to be.
I kissed his lips, in a gentle twisting of our tongues, then flexed my hips and sank into him. One slow inch at a time, until I was fully seated inside him, my balls pushed against his ass.
“I love you, Lachlan.” I whispered the words he’d been so patiently waiting for me to say, for all these months. “I love you, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.”
I wasn’t positive, but I might have said the words in the hospital, when they’d wheeled me back into my room from recovery. I’d been barely coherent, though, drugged up, and suffering from blood loss and shock. Worried about my babies. I had a vague memory of mumbling the wordsand then passing out. Lachlan had never brought it up, and neither had I, so it may have been a drugged dream.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me down, crushing his lips to mine in a brutal, grinding kiss that was everything.
“I know,” he whispered. He’d probably known before I’d even realized it, this alpha of mine. This amazing, wonderful, alpha of mine.
“Now move your hips, and fuck me,” he growled, bucking under me.
“Whatever my alpha wants.”
I fucked him hard, angling my hips to peg his prostate on every pass, until he was howling and shooting his cum across my chest, covering both our stomachs. It lasted longer than I’d thought it would, but I was already feeling the tingle in my spine. When I felt my cum start to pour into my alpha, I let my canines elongate and sank them into his mating gland. The rush of blood and scent, and alpha filled my mouth. I was barely aware when Lachlan’s teeth sank into my neck, into my gland and made me his. Truly his.
I was awash in brilliant sensations of belonging, home, calm, and the warmest feeling of love. I could sense his thoughts, and I let them invade all the cells of my body.
Mine.His unspoken word filled my mind.Forever.
Yours.My mind answered him.Forever.
Epilogue
Lachlan
I quietly leaned against the doorframe to our library, observing my mate. Quinn was sitting on the floor in front of the fire, sorting packages into piles to be wrapped. Rory and Patrick were content in their bouncing seats in front of him, gurgling and cooing.
They were six months old now, and growing like little weeds. Rory was still the bigger of the two, by a pound. They were both long, already well on their way to being tall. Rory’s russet hair was already starting to show signs of thick, wild curls, while Patrick’s black hair stuck straight up on top of his head, like a little punk rocker. It didn’t matter what we did to it, it still just ended up sticking straight up. It was cute as hell.
I was working most days from home and had never been happier. On the days I had to make an appearance in the office, Quinn would stay home with the kids, or take them into The Sweet Spot with him. He had a corner of the kitchen set up for them, and he’d pop them in their playpen, or let them chill in their bouncy seats. As long as they could see the action, any action going on, they were happy. Quinn made an effort to be home by two each day, though with the holidays, his days had been longer, but nothing as hectic as the previous Christmas.
Josh was a full-time baker now, and Jenna had happily accepted a full-time position when Quinn had offered it to her, after the twin's birth.
He’d surprised me when he’d done it, but he’d only snarked that he very well couldn’t let another bakery snatch her up, when she made his signature cookies as well as he did. I knew better than to ask if it was really because he was enjoying parenthood more than he’d ever dreamed he would, and had just agreed with him. Good alphas knew when to pick their battles. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about him being home more.
I’d kept up with my cooking lessons from Therese, and was pretty good if I did say so myself.
Well, my mate said it often. It was something I found relaxed me, and I loved the feeling I got putting a meal I’d made on the table, for my family. All the things I’d always thought I’d wanted from a mate, were all the things I adored doing, for my mate and our pups.
Quinn noticed me in the doorway after a few minutes, and he waved his hands over the mounds of presents, in exasperation. “I may have gone a tiny bit overboard.”
Moving to sit on the sofa, and stretching my sock-clad feet towards the warmth of the flames burning in the fireplace, I laughed. “I’m on a first-name basis with our mail person, UPS, and FedEx drivers, and don’t get me started on Amazon, babe.”
Quinn rolled his sparkling green eyes at me. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s notthatbad.”
Rory waved her hands frantically at me, and even though I knew that at six months, she probably couldn’t even see me that well, I still took it as a sign that she needed her papa to pick her up.
