Page 9 of His Pretty Omega
“Anytime you use that manyfinesin a sentence, you are not fine, Bennett,” I pointed out, unhelpfully.
And yeah, I got that having Dr. Finn Sinclair there to deliver his baby instead of his usual OB/GYN was not ideal. It wasn’t that Finn wasn’t a great doctor, he was. He was actually probably one of the best omega OB/GYN’s around. Fuck, the man was my doctor. But he was also married to our friend Wade, and until just a few months ago, Finn had been Bennett’s landlord. So yeah, I totally understood Bennett’s ick factor and slight freak out, on the verge of a meltdown, over that situation.
“Did you miss me telling you I-am-having-the-baby? I need you here to hold my hand, dammit!” Bennett snapped.
“Isn’t holding your hand Shay’s job?” I snapped back. “He went all territorial in Lamaze class.”
“Let the Lamaze class go, Seth! I have two hands!” My bestie wailed at the top of his lungs. “And I need you holding one of them! I don’t care if you get twelve speeding tickets getting here, just do it!” With that declaration, he hung up on me. Also not something Bennett usually ever did. He was really out of sorts, not that I blamed him.
I needed to get myself together, stop acting selfish, and be there for my bestie.
“Well, fuuuccckkkk!!” I hissed through my teeth.
Bennett was always there for me, no matter what, just like I was there for him. I needed to get back to Sweet Alps as fast as I could and pray to every Goddess out there that I made it before Bennett pushed that baby out. I had promised him I would be there, holding his hand and helping him breathe like they had taught us in those Lamaze classes he made us go to. I meant to keep that promise if I could.
Calling him back, I didn’t even wait for him to say hello, before I was speaking softly
“I’m leaving a note for this fine as fuck Latino alpha, getting my stuff from my room, and checking out,” I whispered, because I was trying not to wake up said fine as fuck Latino alpha, even though I had been smashing around the bathroom making enough noise to wake the dead. I had enough to deal with right now, I didn’t need to deal with explaining what was happening in my life to someone I would never see again. Nobody had time for that nonsense. Not when my nephew had decided to make an appearance.
“Donothave that baby before I get there, B. First babies take likeforever,and I expect this one to abide by the rules. He is not allowed to be born before his Uncle Seth gets there.”
“Love you, Sethy.” Because I knew Bennett so well, I didn’t miss the undertone of relief in hisslightly smug voice. He’d known I would call him back. Because we always called each other back, even when we were sniping or mad at each other. To be fair, we didn’t get mad at each other often, and it was usually because I was being bratty.
“Love you too, B.” Ending the call, I sat my phone down on the vanity and stared at myself in the mirror.
Goddess, I was a wreck. My once artfully gelled and styled hair was going every which way over my head and there was a massive tangle in the back of it. Gah, it seriously looked like a bird’s nest. My eyeliner was smeared under both eyes, giving me a raccoon wannabe look. My purple eyeshadow was smudged in one corner, and mostly missing from the other eye. I still had streaks of glitter across my cheekbones, so I guess that was a look.
Tilting my head in the light, I could just make out the beginnings of a bruise right over my mating gland from the alpha’s sharp teeth. When had he done that?
Wolf shifter, my cougar muttered as if I hadn’t caught his scent, stretched lazily, then promptly went back to sleep.
“Well, that wolf tried to eat me up.” Pulling my mesh shirt over my head and wiggling my arms in the sleeves, I snorted as a memory from the night before washed over me, making my entire body flush with heat. His tongue in my ass while I held myself open for him. “He did eat me up.”
Damn, that alpha had been hella talented with that tongue of his. And fingers. And well, fuck, his entire body. Not to mention that big cock of his with the lovely wide knot.
Yes, indeed, we had certainly rung in the new year with a bang. More than once.
But now real life was calling and I needed to get back to it.
Alex
He was gone.
Somehow, a part of me knew the truth, even before I opened my eyes. The aroma of fresh baked peach pie still hung in the air, teasing my nostrils and causingmy cock to twitch.
Stretching an arm across the bed, without opening my eyes, I was met with cool sheets and an empty space where my warm mate should be.
Sighing, I reluctantly opened my eyes, groaning when a swatch of sunlight hit my face from just the right angle from the slight opening in the curtains. I hadn’t drunk enough to be hung over, but I had knotted my omega three times and I was feeling it.
“Alex, you are getting too old to be having hours long sexcapades with not enough sleep,” I told myself, sitting up and rubbing my hands over my face.
Looking blearily around the room, I saw that his discarded clothing and boots were missing. Not that I expected anything less. But I still wanted to hold onto the lie I was telling myself that maybe he was just in the bathroom. Soaking in a nice, hot bubble bath, waiting for me to wake up and order room service.
Snorting at my own delusions and nonsense, I flopped back against the pillows dramatically. Rolling over into the space he had occupied for a portion of the night, I grabbed his pillow, holding it close to my chest and sniffing it. Yeah, I sniffed it. Don’t judge me.
It smelled of him; peaches and sex.
For the first time in my life, I was going to steal something from a hotel room. This pillowcase was magically going to find its way into my suitcase, and I was never washing it.
