Page 114 of His Bonded Omega Mate
I didn’t need it to last, just to really feel it. I wanted Roan to feel desired.
With each pump of his hips, I got closer and closer to that peak. Roan circled me with his good arm and pulled me against him, driving him deeper. He tweaked a nipple, and that was it for me. I came hard all over myself, totally untouched.
“Fuck!” My muscles clamped down on Roan, milking him. His knot tied us together, my knees shaking, sleep wanting to pull me under.
Roan wriggled, getting his legs under me so I could sit in his lap with a little maneuvering. He held me close. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Breakfast was a little tense after our sexcapades last night being shared in the pack bond. It was easy to forget that we didn’t have a family bond and couldn’t just communicate as if we were all still bonded like before.
Roan knotted me again after that first time, after Tate had fucked me while our mates had watched. I’d felt so sexy under the gaze of my alpha and omega. They’d made me feel desirable despite how big I was.
Now all I felt was grumpy. I’d hardly slept, unable to get comfortable as my stomach and back ached. I knew I was in early labor, but kept thoughts of it away from my bonds because I didn’t want to stress anyone out.
Roan was smiling for the first time in so long; genuine, easy smiles that lit his handsome face. I just wanted to look at him for a while and not think of what was coming.
I picked at my food. Larken had made a yummy breakfast omelet, so I felt bad for not having an appetite. He had been teaching me to cook because I wanted to feel less useless in the kitchen, so I knew the effort that went into making food for so many people, shifters in particular.
Xavier was taking a turn on the egg so we could eat as our mini family, minus Pops. The egg would hatch at any time, the shell turning harder and more brittle with each passing day.
I knew that the pack, and our allies were desperate for baby news. Both of Tate’s babies, the one he’d carried, and the one he’d sired, were miracles that other packs wanted to recreate. There was a long list of betas that wanted to try it here.
Eventually, I pushed my plate away. Roan caught the motion straight away. “Not hungry? You feeling okay?”
“I’m fine. Just not feeling it today, sorry Lark.” I tried to play it off, but Roan caught the evasion.
“Hiro?”
“Roan, I’m fine.”
My tiger chose that moment to lunge forward and wrestle control.Babies coming!They told both of my mates.
The clothes that I’d been wearing shredded into ribbons as the shift took over. I shattered the chair I’d been sitting in with my tiger’s massive bulk.
We’ve gotten fat,they rumbled.
You demolished that chair,I chided.
They chuffed in indignation at my thoughts.
I didn’t get time to fire back at them. A pain ripped through my stomach.
“Upstairs!” Tate yelled. “To the nest. Ash call Michaella and Aldrin.”
“Thanks,” Roan said as he guided me up the stairs. “I’m so glad you have another mate to take control.”
Me too. I’m too much for one person.
“And that’s why I love you.”
Xavier moved out of the way as I slunk into the room. I took his place curled around the egg.
Roan stripped and shifted as Asher and Tate entered and closed the door.
“Can I stay, please?” Pops asked, wary of being rebuffed. It was in his posture and voice.
Roan looked at me.I’d like him to.
