Page 41 of Single Omega Dad
If I made a wrong move, would I ever have this sensation again?
I’d never frozen up like this about sex before. My personal issue with knotting was my own close-held secret and my partners never needed to know, so that wasn’t it.
Saber felt so right, my hands on his shoulders, his around my waist. He smelled amazing, like fresh soap and distant rain, and again that sweet lilac scent. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to take him, wholly, make him feel what I felt. I’d never had this urge before, not once, to make an Omega feel something—or anything—beyond my dick in their ass.
But with Saber, I wanted to worship him. That sort of desire didn’t happen to me.
Was this what my brother Kris felt with his bondmate Thorne? Was it something one experienced all the time? Because Father never had a mate, I figured it was something rare, or a lot of talk blowing mate-bonding out of proportion.
Now Saber stood before me, patient, waiting. I saw only dark wave after dark wave of empty yearning behind my closed eyelids.
I wanted him. This wasn’t just any Omega, but a pregnant Omega with two kids. Nothing I’d ever imagined wanting.
I opened my eyes, keeping them downcast, then moving them up from his chest to his face.
His arms around my waist. Firm. Hard. His upturned chin. His stormy hazel eyes darkened by the wide pupils. His hair wafting gently across his forehead in shining, blond wisps.
Mine.I tugged on his shoulders. He came toward me easily, his head turning slightly, and brushed his cheek against my chin. A soft sigh escaped him.
Flames licked their way through my body. I dared to press my face to his, moving until our noses touched and my mouth could claim him for real this time. More demanding. More open.
He accepted without hesitation, his lips forming to mine. That was it. My mind spun away until I lost all sense of time, place, self.
There were moments I found my hands back in his hair. Moments I heard him moan deep within his throat. That moment when his thigh slid against mine and his hip pushed against my erection.
Two kisses only and the room had to be in ashes around us. It was that warm.
Finally, we pulled back for air. Saber looked up at me, his lips pressed hard as he sucked on them, his eyes sparkling. He was the most gorgeous being I’d ever known.
“Would you like to see my bedroom again? Unofficially this time.”
I could only nod.
He let out a small laugh of pure joy, took my hand and led me down the hall past the baby room, past his office and the twins’ room, and into his bedroom with the purple spread and dark curtains.
All the way there it seemed as if I walked on air.
We stood in front of his big bed facing each other. Saber reached up and put his hands on the lapels of my jacket, pushing the material up and off my shoulders. When I let my blazer drop from my hands he caught it, ran his palm and over it gently, and placed it over the back of a nearby chair.
He then began to undo the buttons on my shirt. He was moving slowly, thoughtfully, which simply would not do.
I took over, unbuttoning the rest of my shirt until it fell open revealing my bare skin to the air. Then I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.
Saber’s hands were already on my belt.
We rushed, then, tugging and pulling, stepping out of shoes, socks and pants.
He went to the side of the bed and tugged at the plush spread. I followed him, taking him into my arms, kissing him again as we both fell on our sides.
He was light tan all over, lovely, so lovely, and now I reveled in the fact that I was allowed to run my hands all over his sides and back.
When I came to the front, he pulled back from the kiss.
“I’m a little self-conscious,” he said, looking down.
“Why?”
He just smiled.
