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"No," he shakes his head, wiping his eyes, "I just…I'm just so damn glad I went to the OMS today. If I hadn't…"
"I'm glad you did too," I tell him, leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. To my immediate surprise, his cock hardens again. "What the hell?" I gape. "How are you already ready to go?"
"Didn't you know, little nymph?" he asks, nearly tackling me to the bed. "Male omegas? Like,norefractory period."
"Is that short for nympho?" I raise a brow as I look up at him, my arms pinned to next to my head as he grins down at me.
He barks a laugh. "No, not at all. I'm a D&D nerd, and the first time I saw you, I thought of an illustration thats in one of my D&D books—a water nymph."
"Oh?" I giggle, wondering why I'm suddenly finding the nerd thing so hot. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Nymphs are pretty consistently described as exceptionally beautiful women," he murmurs, running his nose from the crook of my neck up to my ear, sending a shiver through me. "They also possess the power to seduce men with nothing more than a crook of their finger. I'd say it's a very good thing."
A shiver runs through me, and my mind races with possibilities. I've always wanted to try role-play, but was too conscious to bring it up with Pack Hansen.
Cool it, Bethany. Let's get past one day with the scent match before we bring out the kinks.
I bite my lip, lifting my head slightly to look down his body, his hard cock poking me in the leg.
"Do you want to find out if water nymphs are good at sucking omega dick?"
"Um, fuck yeah."
Chapter 5
Miles
"Miles?" Bethany's sleepy voice snaps me out of my day dreaming. Between the weight of her in my arms, the softness of her bare skin against mine, and the perfect dips and curves of her as I run my hands over her body, I'm in heaven.
I'm on my back, with her tucked into my side, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.
It's the easiest thing in the world to imagine what life could look like with this perfect woman, if we could just figure out the logistics. "Hmm?" I keep running my fingertips down the smooth skin of her side, eliciting a shiver from her.
We went at it all evening, and I lost count of the number of orgasms we each had. Maybe the reason omegas don't pair up more often is they'd never get anything done.
"Does this…" she trails off, running a hand over my chest as she glances up at me. A heavy sigh leaves her, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she starts over. "You were at the OMS."
I snort. "Baby, I'm suffering from multiple orgasms, not memory loss."
She smacks my chest, but grins as she sits up. I can't help the way my eyes rove her body as she positions herself so she's sat cross-legged, completely naked, in my nest.
Ournest.
I love the little bit of extra padding around her hips, and the way her stomach is perfect for resting my head on.
"I just mean…you obviously had a reason for going in, and I'm confident that finding your true scent match in me was literally the last thing you expected to happen—will you tell me what you were hoping would happen today?"
"Besides magically no longer being at risk of organ damage due to heat suppressants?" I grimace, and her expression flashes in understanding.
"When was your last heat?" she asks softly, reaching over to grab my hand.
"Two weeks ago," I admit. "My doctor wouldn't prescribe me the suppressants anymore, and I decided to be sedated throughout it. I'm due for another in…two and a half months."
"So you were looking for a pack to help you through it." She nods, squeezing my hand once.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I was hoping I could find a pack with a female alpha. After meeting with Pack Douche Canoe—sorry, Pack Hansen—"
"Pack Douche Canoe works for me," my little nymph shrugs, fighting a smile and I chuckle, pulling her against me.
