Page 31 of His Sassy Omega
I was sooo going to eat it.
Quinn laughed, a sound that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
“You so were!” He cackled at that, calling me out. I stared at his head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing, and the long, sleek line of his neck. “Lachlan Sinclair was going to eat floor brownies.”
“Wasn’t,” I protested, then couldn’t help joining in his laughter. God, it felt good to laugh. “Okay, I may have been tempted. They’re good brownies!” I defended. “You got the job by the way, for the brunch.”
Quinn scooped the mess of scones and brownies up and dumped them in the trash.
“I’d better have, after all that.” He stretched his long frame, popping his back loudly. I saw him wince. “I’m going to feel you for days.”
I grinned, knowing I probably looked like a lunatic, but a little proud and full of myself. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“Yeah, me neither. You’re kind of a dick, but damn, you fuck like a champ.”
My face fell. “Wow, way to ruin a moment.”
“I gave you a compliment,” he argued.
“Did you?” Sarcasm hung in the air.
“Yes. Your cock is truly a work of art.” He smirked. “See, I did it again.”
I narrowed my blue eyes at him. “You’re a regular poet.”
“I’ve been told.” His eyes were full of laughter, which made me laugh with him.
“Wait. Go back.” I paused. “You think I’m a dick?”
“I said kind of. Not like, a one hundred percent, all the time dick. Just a little bit of a dick. Like you can have occasional dick moments, but are still generally a good guy.”
I was at a loss for words, trying to decide if he was teasing me. I didn’t think he was, and something inside me tightened with a stab of pain. That hurt. I realized that his opinion of me mattered. Really mattered. I wanted him to like me. I opened my mouth, closed it, sputtered a little. I couldn’tseem to find the words I wanted to say, to defend myself, to tell him he was all wrong about me.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad about it.” He shooed me towards the front door with his hands, throwing the lock. “You’re starting to grow on me. Just a little.” To emphasize his point, he held up a little space between his thumb and finger.
“I guess I’ll take it.” I bent for another kiss, and he opened his mouth to me. I loved the taste of him, it was intoxicating. I never wanted to stop kissing him. It was late, and he should have been in bed hours ago.
I just didn’t want the night to end.
I wanted to take him home or go home with him, I didn’t care which. Wrap myself around him and hold him all night.
“Dinner Saturday?” I confirmed, because I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already changed his mind.
“Yes, Saturday,” he agreed, licking his lips, chasing the taste of me on him. “Text me the restaurant name and address, I’ll meet you there.”
I started to bristle and tell him I would pick him up but stopped myself. Quinn was like no omega I’d ever dated before, and it was part of what I was starting to admire about him.
“I’ll see you Saturday then. Lock this after me, and text me when you get home.” I ordered because all my protective alpha instincts were front and center. My wolf was pacing, not happy about leaving our mate here alone. Without us.
He rolled his eyes, annoyed and not trying to hide it.
“Please, just so I know you get home safely,” I urged him softly.
I couldn’t turn off my alpha tendencies to protect and care for him, especially since I was more and more convinced we were fated mates. I’d never felt anything like I’d felt the first time our hands had touched. Neverbeen consumed by the scent of someone, the way I was with his smell. Never felt the all-possessing need to be inside someone, like I had with him.
Never felt my knot swell and lock me to another body.
He was going to have to learn to live with my concern for his well-being.
