Page 74 of His Sassy Omega
“Because you need fattening up.” He swatted playfully at my butt, popping it just enough to make some noise, but not sting too badly. It caused a shiver of wild need to uncurl in my stomach, shooting straight to my dick. I willed it away. I didn’t need to meet his family for the first time with a chub.
“Hey!” I tried swatting him back, and he laughed, ducking and grabbing my hand.
“Come on. Let’s get you fed.”
He ushered me towards the beckoning warmth of the door, his hand touching the small of my back, warming me. It was the lightest of touches, barely there, yet I felt it all the way to my toes. There was nothing sexual about it, but it may well have been the most intimate touch I’d ever felt. Ileaned into it, craving more. It was a protective gesture, a possessive gesture, and it made my insides all warm and gooey.
Before I could say anything, a shadow loomed in the doorway, startling us both. In front of me stood an exact replica of Lachlan.
Yet, somehow, not quite the same.
As I studied what was, without a doubt, an absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous man in front of me, I immediately cataloged the slight differences. Yes, at first glance, they were identical. But only for the briefest, barest look.
This man’s hair was brushed back from his forehead, and was midnight black, not one strand of silver gracing his thick locks. He had the same perpetual, dark five o-clock shadow, and his ice blue eyes were identical. He was a tad broader through the shoulders than Lachlan, and he filled the doorway with his presence. He was wearing black on black – black jeans, black boots, black sweater – and an air of danger seemed to seep from his pores.
He was sexy, and had that bad boy thing working for him, but he wasn’t Lachlan. I had no doubt that in a crowd, I’d be able to pick my alpha out. Yep, I’d given up on telling myself he wasn’t my alpha. My cat and I knew better.
Mate. My cat supplied the word, with a bit of smugness.
“Jameson Michael Sinclair, do not smoke in my house!” The voice was decidedly female, and had a stern bite to it, while still managing to be soft and melodic. The man’s eyes widened, and he looked down at the cigar he was holding in one hand, the tip smoldering.
“Busted,” Lachlan whispered, amusement lacing his tone.
“How does she do that?” the other one whispered back. “I just lit the damn thing.”
“Because I’m your mother, and I know everything!” that same female voice echoed to us from somewhere in the house. Unseen but definitely heard.
Lachlan waggled a finger at his brother, who was Jamie, if I had to guess, based on the woman’s shouting of his full name.
“You’re in trouble,” my alpha sing-songed, in a voice I would have never imagined coming out of his mouth.
Jamie gave him a playful shove. “Am not. I’m the baby, I get away with everything.”
The way he said it, and the smiles on both their faces, told me this was probably an often repeated mantra.
“Baby or not,” the woman’s voice floated to us again, “I’ll take my wooden spoon to you, if you light up in this house again!”
I bit back a laugh, as both Lachlan and Jamie’s identical eyes grew big.
“She has the place bugged, I swear,” Lachlan whispered again.
Jamie shook his head, stepping out into the cold, and taking a long drag on his cigar. “I swept the place. No bugs. It’s those mom wolf ears of hers.”
The smoke drifted over to me, filling my nostrils and I flinched as the odor hit me. Ugh, my stomach did not like that at all. I turned slightly away, not wanting to draw attention to myself, while also trying to inhale some clean, cool air into my body.
Jamie, however, caught the movement and immediately snuffed the offending cigar out in the snow. “Man, you look a little green. You okay?”
Lachlan immediately searched my face, frowning at whatever he saw there.
“I’m fine.” I brushed their concern off. “I’m just hungry. Long day, and I have a bad habit of forgetting to eat.”
Lachlan seemed to accept that answer for fact, even though he was still frowning at me, and proceeded to make introductions. “Quinn, this is mybrother, Jamie. The youngest of us. A fact he uses to his advantage any chance he gets.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Jamie, this is Quinn, my ma…” Lachlan stopped himself before the word could escape. “Ah, my…”
“Boyfriend,” I supplied smoothly, rolling the word on my tongue. It sounded foreign, a little odd, but right.
