Page 81 of Single Omega Dad
After several long hours, we dozed together in each other’s arms, the covers askew, our shirts and trousers half-unbuttoned. The intimacy between us felt nearly as close as if we’d just made love. Maybe even closer.
The bond licked my mind with warm streams of light. I floated on it and never had I felt more relaxed.
When the morning light leaked through the edges of the curtains, it didn’t bother me. For I realized today I didn’t have to do a gods damned thing. I could sleep in. I could stay with Saber all day and just bask in his home and his family.
I had six months before I had to go back to work.
In the early dawn, as the shadows turned a dusty rose, I pulled my sleeping lover close, and smiled.
*
The white pill looked innocuous, small and shaped like a barely budding leaf. The day was bright, shining into the dining room with a bit of a glare. The sounds of the boys laughing and playing outside lent a peacefulness to the house.
Saber had gone off to take a shower. I was keeping an eye on things.
I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I enjoyed it. I would never have thought it of myself.
I stared at the pill. To take it or not. I had been taking them for three weeks now, and noticed no difference. The doctor told me it might be at least two weeks more before I would see results of the added Alpha hormones. I was getting impatient.
Saber and I had already made our legal claim upon one another at the mate-bond offices, complete with blood tests to prove the birth of our bond. We had documents of approval now. Things had moved quickly for us. But the final step, which I had been taught was necessary to complete a bond, was the knotting during an Alpha’s first Burn with his chosen one.
That was something I couldn’t do.
Saber came into the dining room, his hair still wet and slicked back, wearing a white pullover cotton shirt and jeans. His belly was somewhat hidden by the looseness of his shirt but the jeans rode low, and I could see the bump of his pregnancy when he moved, though he carried toward his back.
Seeing him full like that, entering his third trimester, and glowing from the shower sent waves of pleasure to the base of my spine, and tingles to my balls. My cock twitched with never ending lust for my bondmate. But deeper than that, my love for him washed over me in a flood of sensation and light and scent, along with sound like distant echoing laughter in my mind.
Saber sat facing me, hands on the table, and glanced down at the pill.
“You worry too much,” he said.
“I want to be whole for you. Truly Alpha.” It sounded stupid when I said it out loud.
“Mathias, you’re everything I ever dreamed of in my deepest fantasies. If you don’t know that by now, then I don’t know what else to do.”
He always said the right words. Always. What I needed to hear. Did I do the same for him?
“Do you not think our claim is valid?” Saber softly asked.
“I know it is.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“You’re mine. Everything about you inside and out. Everything!”
Saber laughed. “The way you say that. Such conviction! But I’m not your possession. It’s more than that.”
“No,” I agreed. “You’re not a possession. But I think I might want to be yours. In that way. In every way.” I flicked at the pill. “But this holds me back.”
Saber leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. “Let your Burn come. The first one for us as a couple. Then we’ll see. You want me to own you?” He grinned, showing white teeth. “You’ll have trust me.”
I nodded, picked up the pill and popped it into my mouth.
*
“Something is working within your body if it’s come a month early,” Saber said, handing me a chilled glass of tea overflowing with ice.
I sat in our bedroom against an array of soft pillows. Heat trickled up and down my arms and legs. Telltale signs of the Burn, along with decreased appetite, loss of focus, and an erection that wouldn’t quit.
