Page 66 of Omega Chattel
I showed him all of this. And more.
Our bed. Our room. Not my room anymore.Ours.
A house filled with laughter. The patter of little footfalls and whispering children.
Wrapped around each other, sharing dreams and visions, sharing a future of a hundred Burns, a thousand after a hundred years together, going strong.
Vacationing together in sun and sea; cuddling together by the hearths of a century and a half of winters.
His future gardens, the entire backyard now, all beautifully decorated gardens shivering in the night air.
I could see it all. I wanted all of it and more.
“Tarin, what’s happening?” Beneath me, Alli rose up, his arms going around me. “I can see visions. It’s beautiful!”
“Do you understand now?”
His eyebrows rose in question.
“You are mine. It’s final!”
Tears brightened the corners of his eyes. “And you’re my Alpha?”
“Now there is no more question of it.”
Through his tears, Alli started laughing. “Tarin, I feel you. All of you. Like flame. I see the heat. I see it.”
But it couldn’t be. Not yet.
“You’re in the Burn,” Alli said. “I can feel it. It can’t be anything else!”
Then he pulled my head down to him and kissed me, mouth opening, pliant, and I took him with the full force of my kiss, licking past his perfect lips and into his mouth, raising my hands off his wrists and holding his head, my palms on either side of his face.
Alli moaned, and my entire body vibrated with eroticism at that sound.
The bee sting sensations had long vanished. I was comforting my Omega in the instinctive ways of an Alpha in the Burn. Mind. Body. Heart. Soul. Lips. And soon, my cock.
For I could no longer deny it. The fever had come upon me. My Burn was nearly a week early.
Chapter Seventeen
Alli
“Make that sound again,” came a whisper in my ear.
After long moments of a kiss so deep I nearly came in my pants, Tarin had his hands on my shirt and was awkwardly unbuttoning it.
I knew what he meant. I moaned in pleasure.
“Yes, that,” he said. “I plan on hearing that sound come out of your mouth all night long.”
Being near Tarin right now was like being near open flames licking me all over, but Tarin’s flame didn’t hurt. Tarin’s flame drew me into the most aggressive arousal I’d ever experienced.
He batted my hands away as I tried to help him with my shirt. My Alpha was in control and I loved it.
We had both worn nice clothes to dinner. I had on new wool trousers Tarin bought me and had shipped by overnight delivery, along with a new blazer.
Tarin wore one of his suits, no tie, with a shiny, dark blue shirt that brought out the color of his eyes. I loved the blue of his irises behind the drip of dark bangs over his wide, tanned forehead.
