Page 36 of Omega in Love
His tongue runs up my length, tracing the veins that pulse for him. When he reaches the crown, he kisses it softly, a gentle press of lips that sends a shiver down my spine. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
“Good morning, Bloom,” I reply, my voice still heavy with sleep. I run my hands over his short curls, the strands soft and cool against my fingertips. “Please wake me up like this whenever you feel the need, baby.”
Brookes pouts, his lips swollen and wet. “I can’t spoil you too much.” But the glint in his eyes tells me he loves this as much as I do. “But you’re so good to me,” he says, sucking the crown of my dick into his mouth before popping off with a soft sound. “You deserve a treat. Plus, Hero is all yoga happy and Dante isprobably doing some kind of security check. You three are so strict with your routine. So, I need to change it up.”
I chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep within my chest. “It’s for your saf—” Brookes swallows my dick to the root, his throat constricting around me in a way that makes my toes curl. “Fuck, Bloom.” The words are a rasp, a plea, a prayer. He’s sucking the life from my body with every pull of his deliciously talented mouth.
He doesn’t let up, his head bobbing up and down, his hands working in tandem with his mouth. I can feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in my gut. When I come, it’s with a force that leaves me breathless. Brookes takes it all, swallowing every last drop. Cum leaks out the corners of his mouth, but I push the spillover back into his waiting lips, not wanting to waste a single bit.
“You’re so good to me,” I say, repeating his words back to him, my voice filled with wonder and gratitude. Before he can respond, I hook my arms underneath his shoulders and yank him up my body until he’s straddling my face.
Brookes yelps in protest. “Levi!”
“Let me return the favor, my sweet Bloom,” I reply with a smile, my hands already gripping his hips, positioning him just where I want him.
I don’t let him get a word in before I’m spreading his cheeks and rimming his hole with my tongue. He tastes divine, a mix of his natural scent and the lingering remnants of last night’s activities. I can feel his body trembling above me, his hands gripping the headboard for support.
He rides my face, his hips moving in a rhythm that’s all his own. I can feel his pleasure, taste it on my tongue. He comes twice, his body convulsing with each release, before he finally collapses beside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, a satisfied grin spreading across my face. “Now that’s a good morning.”
Brookes laughs, a sound that’s music to my ears. “You’re insatiable,” he says, his eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something that makes my heart swell.
I shrug, pulling him closer until his head is resting on my chest. “Only for you, Bloom. Only for you.”
We lie there in silence for a moment, our breaths syncing, our hearts beating as one. It’s moments like these that make all the chaos worth it. The constant threat, the never-ending security checks, always looking over our shoulders, it all fades away when it’s just the two of us.
Reality has a way of intruding, and it’s not long before the sound of footsteps echoes down the hall. I can tell by the cadence that it’s Hero, his steps measured and even. He appears in the doorway a moment later, his eyes taking in the scene before him.
“Morning,” he says, his voice soft, his lips curved in a small smile. He doesn’t seem surprised to find us like this. Then again, none of us are strangers to the sight of tangled limbs and rumpled sheets.
“Morning, Hero,” Brookes says, his voice still husky from sleep and other things. He makes no move to get up, and I don’t blame him. If I could stay like this all day, I would.
Hero crosses the room, his steps silent on the carpet despite his imposing frame. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Brookes’ forehead, his movements gentle and reverent. His scent, sandalwood and spice, envelops us like a protective cloud, comforting and familiar in the morning light that filters through the blinds.
"Dante's making breakfast, but we have a meeting beforehand," he says, his hand lingering on Brookes’ cheek, thumb tracing the curve of his cheekbone. "You should sleep a little longer. You look tired."
Brookes groans dramatically, burying his face deeper into my chest, his rose scent intensifying with his movement. "Do you have to? Can't we just stay here all day?" His voice is muffled against my skin, warm and pleading. He tilts his head up, those brown eyes blinking accusingly. "Plus, I'm tired because the three of you kept me up all night."
Hero chuckles, the rare sound rich and deep, his thumb brushing gently against Brookes’ skin. There's a softness in his hazel eyes that few ever get to see. "As tempting as that sounds, we have a schedule to maintain, Heart. You've got a photoshoot later today, remember?"
Brookes sighs, his breath warm against my skin, sending goosebumps across my chest. "Fine. I'll rest." He pouts, those perfect lips forming a petulant curve that makes me want to kiss him senseless all over again. "As long as Dante comes up here and wakes me when you all are done."
I laugh, the sound vibrating through my chest and against Brookes’ ear. "That he will, Bloom. That he will." I know Dante wouldn't miss the opportunity to have a moment alone with our Omega.
Reluctantly we untangle ourselves from the sheets and each other, a process that involves more lingering touches and soft kisses than strictly necessary. Hero leaves with a final glance at Brookes, his eyes communicating what words can't. Brookes immediately nestles into the blankets, pulling them up to his chin, already yawning from this morning's activities, his eyelids growing heavy.
I take a moment to clean up in the adjoining bathroom, splashing some water on my face and running a hand over my shaved head, feeling the familiar texture beneath my palm. I slip into my clothes, tactical pants and a fitted black t-shirt that stretches across my shoulders. By the time I'm dressed, Brookes is snoring softly, his face peaceful in sleep, and I can't help butstop and marvel at the man I now call mine. The sunlight catches on his brown skin, highlighting the delicate curve of his jaw, the sweep of his lashes.
I think about my own family, all my sisters and brothers crowded around the Sunday dinner table, laughter and warmth everywhere. I never wanted for nothing growing up. I always knew I was loved, always cared for and taught to care for those around me in return. That certainty, that foundation is something Brookes never had after his parents threw him away.
I want to give that to Brookes. I want to give him everything, security, belonging, unconditional love. He is my family now. A family with a painful past and scars that still need healing. A family that needs to be protected at all costs, from threats both outside and within his own memories.
I make my way downstairs, the house quiet around me. The memory of Brookes curled into our blankets upstairs makes me smile. His rose scent clings to my skin, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. It's a sensation I never want to wash away.
Hero's just returned from his pre-dawn perimeter check, eyes alert beneath his casual exterior. Dante stands by the window, arms crossed, expression unreadable as always. When he rolls his eyes my way, I know he's well aware of my alone time with Brookes this morning. I flash him one of my dimpled grins in response.
The laptop screen blinks before the encrypted call connects. Charlotte's smiling face fills the frame. She's in Teagan's office, cornrows neat against her scalp, backlit by warm midday sun. A steaming mug sits beside her. Behind her, Moses crosses the frame muttering into an earpiece, pausing only to brushhis knuckles across Charlotte's cheek before disappearing again. Teagan's shoulder appears briefly, and Beaux can be heard whistling somewhere off-camera.
