Page 39 of His Gentle Omega
Shay had pushed the blankets down to his waist, and from the peek of bare hip I saw when he thrashed, he’d stripped his boxer briefs off. Again. The chords of his neck were taught, his head thrown back, fighting an invisible monster I couldn’t see,
“Edward!” The cry was loud in the room, and I shut the bedroom door with a soft click. Lucas did not need to wake up and see his dad having a nightmare.
“Stop!”
His cries, the way his body thrashed helplessly, it tore at my soul.
And like every night he had been gripped in the throes of a past he couldn’t escape, I eased onto the bed next to him, and put my hand on his chest. “Shh, I’m here, Shay. Shh.”
He stilled beneath my touch, like he always did. Instantly. Whenever I touched him, he would immediately calm, often slipping straight into pleasant dreams. At least I hoped that’s what he did. The thrashing and shouting always stopped.
Tonight, touching him felt different. The skin beneath my hand tingled, like it had that first night we had touched. Myown skin felt hot and stretched tight over my bones. Sweat broke out beneath my hairline, and my heart pounded. Desire coursed through me like a freight train, slamming into my gut, then traveling lower. My cock hardened, filling with blood, and my hole fluttered. Aching. Needing to be filled. Slick dampened my sleep shorts, and the scent of sweet cinnamon filled the room.
If I didn’t know my heat wasn’t due for another four months, I would swear I was going into it now. But that was impossible. The type of birth control I was on made it convenient to know exactly when my heat would happen.
Shay’s eyes flew open, staring at me intently.
“You were dreaming,” I whispered, giving him an explanation for why I was on the bed next to him, in the middle of the night, touching him.
His heart pounded wildly beneath my hand, his chest fluttering. My own breaths were coming in panting gasps. His scent was everywhere, all around me, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Just him. Shay. My mate.
Swallowing, my tongue traced my dry lips, much like it had earlier in the evening. Heat raced through me, amping up, and I felt like my insides were on fire.
Shay’s hand caught me by the back of my neck, and he pulled me down to him, stopping just before our lips touched.
Staring wide-eyed at him, I didn’t blink. Didn’t close my eyes. Didn’t move a single muscle.
“I want to kiss you, Bennett.” The words were like sandpaper scraping against a piece of wood, and I shivered. “It’s wrong. Edward is still technically my mate. But we haven’t been…intimate in a long, long time.”
“I know.” Thanks to his tendency to shout out and talk during his nightmares, I probably knew more than I had a right to.His hand flexed on the back of my neck, and I turned my head, leaning into his touch.
Like I needed water or air, I needed him. I needed him to touch me. Some place, any place, besides my neck.
I needed his hands on me, and his lips on me. And I needed his alpha cock in me, knotting me, filling up my aching, slick hole.
Nothing else mattered. He was my fated and I was his.
Nothing else fucking mattered.
“I need to kiss you,” he repeated, pulling me just enough that I sprawled on top of him. His naked skin burned through the cotton of my pajamas like I wasn’t wearing them. He was everywhere I touched. Everywhere I breathed.
His hand on my neck, his chest pressed against mine, his hard cock pushing up against the sheet, digging into my thigh.
“Do it.” Even as I said the words, I was leaning into him, pressing my lips into his.
There was no stopping it. It was meant to happen. It was fate.
The kiss was more than I imagined, more than I dreamed.
It was every fantasy, and fairy tale, and wish I had ever made in one touch of our lips.
And as our tongues tangled, tasting and teasing, waging a battle with each other that neither of us could win, I was sure of one thing.
This man, this alpha, was mine.
And I would fight every nightmare out there to keep him.
Chapter Fourteen
