Page 70 of Omega Untamed
We moved together in synchrony. Our hands went everywhere. He even touched my own hole, something Omegas rarely did unless asked.
Afterward, we lay sated and panting in each other’s arms.
“You’re perfection,” Kee whispered, pressing his forehead to my shoulder.
“You’re my whole world now,” I replied.
Epilogue
Kee
The couch in the living room didn’t really need pillows. I had Bast to lean against. Bast to cushion me. I was always sitting on him or leaning against him.
Teasing, he said, “Upholster me and I can be your permanent furniture.”
“I don’t need to do that. You already have cushioning.” I traced over his bulging muscles.
Leaning more heavily against him, I brought my phone up to begin going through weeks of messages.
When I re-installed my phone account to the new device Bast bought me, there were so many texts and messages I was overwhelmed.
A series of over two dozen stood out, however. All from Tarin, the Alpha who’d tried to help me so many times during which I’d seen him through several Burns. He had told me I was his favorite. Shyly, he’d once suggested a bond.
I hadn’t been ready to hear from him or anyone. My life was a mess when I knew Tarin. He deserved so much better.
“Ah, Tarin,” I said aloud.
Bast turned his head toward me. “The Alpha who’d previously tried to help you?”
I nodded. “Don’t be jealous or anything. You’re the only one for me. But I really do need to contact him. It’s only fair to him. By now he probably thinks I’m dead.”
“All right. You don’t need my permission.”
“Well.” I looked up at him, giving him my cute face. “I sort of want it.Daddy.He is, after all, a big handsome Alpha.”
“Is he, now?”
I nodded.
“Should I be jealous?”
I shrugged, playing him along.
He gave me a bit of a tough look, and said, “But it’s my child you’re carrying. And me right here.” He tapped the side of my head.
“So you won’t be mad when I tell you I’m thinking I need to see him? It would be easier all the way around. To reassure him I’m fine. It would only be this one last time, and then I’ll never see him again.”
“Hmm.” The muscles around Bast’s shining, dark eyes tightened. “Mad? No. Jealous? Well, you’re mine and you know it.” He stared at me for a moment. “Do you want me to be jealous?”
I drew my lower lip into my mouth. “Well. Maybe just a little.”
“All right then. I’m jealous. Get this done. And get it done quickly. Then come right home and present yourself to me. For discipline.”
“Yes, sir, Daddy, sir!” I jumped up. “Can I borrow your car?”
Bast rolled his eyes.
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