Page 82 of Abel's Omega
He took a shaky breath and leaned on the wall next to the end of the bathtub. “Do you know how hard you are to resist when you do that?”
I just smiled and held out my hand. “Could you pass me the soap in the top right-hand drawer?”
He raised his eyebrows, but did as I asked. The soap was brand new, a Christmas present from Jason. It smelled of trees and fresh air, and the forest under a full moon. I don’t know how they managed it, but it was amazing. Foam poured off the little block as I rubbed it between my hands and the scent of the open forest rose into the air. “Come join me,” I offered as I started the work of getting the menthol off me. “You know, for quality control.” I lowered my voice. “In case I miss anything.”
His eyes widened and his breath caught audibly. “You are such a temptation.”
“Don’t resist,” I whispered and reached out with one wilderness perfumed hand. “Come to me.”
He tore himself out of his clothes and was on me in seconds. His mouth met mine, a kiss that would have bruised me if he’d not kept himself on such a tight rein. It was always like this—so tender, and just behind the tenderness, a roiling cloud of power and fierce strength, its roots sunk deep into the pack and the pack members. I clung to him, the soap almost forgotten, until he took it from my hand and stepped back under the spray.
“We still need to get that stuff off you,” he said with a smile and a dark, hungry look that made my thighs spread out of pure instinct and need.
Abel stroked the soap over my skin, beginning with my face, fingers leaving behind a wake of fire on my skin, warm pink as the blood rushed to the surface of my skin to dance beneath his touch. I practically purred under the attention—shallow omega, perhaps, but he smiled at the sound. His hands worked down over my neck, my shoulders, to my chest and belly. I whined unintentionally, and flushed even harder at his satisfied expression.
He leaned in for a kiss, his hands dipping lower, easing the burn on my balls and making the one inside them worse at the same time. This time I whined on purpose, though I suspected he already knew how much I wanted him. It would have been pretty hard to miss.
I reached for him, but he pushed my hands away. “Hush. I’m busy,” he said, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, raising the hairs on my arms with his own version of lightning. My legs shook beneath me, and even more so when he turned me around, pressing my hands against the wall in front of me. His breath was warm on my ear, warmer even than the steam that floated around us. “Just a few bits more.”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek and braced myself as his hands roamed down over my back, then farther, to cup the curves of my ass. His cock brushed against me, and I had to press my face against the wall to keep myself where he’d put me. I was so aroused it was nearly painful and every breath that passed my lips carried with it a small sound of desperation. It was as sexy in real life as it was in my books. At least until the actual sex started.
The bathtub had wide edges and a narrow, slick bottom, which meant that when I braced my feet against Abel’s thrusts, they slipped and only his arm around my waist kept me upright, but my added weight put him off balance, his feet no more capable than mine of getting purchase on the slick enamel. I laughed and reset myself again and again, but it soon became obvious that we were spending more time on not falling than on banging each other’s brains out, which had kind of been the point of the shower sex.
Another romantic theory busted.
Eventually, Abel lost patience with our flailing. “One of us is going to break something.” He shoved the shower curtain out of the way, ripping it off the rings in his urgency, and stepped out of the tub, dragging me with him. He pushed me toward the wall and I flung out my hands, coming to rest with my cheek against the cool painted surface. Abel’s hands were warm, almost hot, on my hips. He ran a finger down my spine, making me arch and cry out. The sound pleased him—he gave a soft growl, and then he pushed inside me again, and oh, it was exactly what I needed. My entire body relaxed and I sank into the feel of him moving within me, focusing on the sensation of his hands against my skin, the sound of his breath. and the growling groan that announced his own pleasure in me. My body felt light, except for the weight of arousal centering around my womb. It wouldn’t be long—I was losing track of anything except my own desire, and already I could feel the building pressure of my own orgasm. Abel grunted and began moving faster, his hands on my hip tight and possessive. I moved one of mine down to cover one of his and his pace stumbled a moment.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words as heated as the air around us.
He placed his other hand on the back of my neck, like a hug, or a caress promising safety and the deepest emotions of the heart. “I love you too.” His hand stayed there as he drove himself back into me. I began that final climb towards my ultimate pleasure and, just as I reached that edge where one more touch, a caress, a loving word, would push me over the edge, I felt him begin to swell within me, and the pressure on my womb and the desire boiling molten in my balls shattered my senses into tiny, glittering fragments of pure joy. Abel shouted something unintelligible behind me and clasped me tightly, his body pressed hard against mine.
I prayed it was a heat, prayed his seed would find fertile ground within me. As I did, an image of a tiny pup grew in my mind’s eye, with Abel’s dark eyes and my hair. And I loved him already.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Abel woke in the middle of the night to the sensation of Bax’s hands drifting over his body. “Again?” he asked, part amused, part astonished. After the shower, they’d tumbled into Bax’s bed, where Bax had gone on to prove that there really was something to the whispered myths about omega heats.
“I did warn you,” Bax said, and flicked his tongue over one of Abel’s nipples.
It made him gasp, but he couldn’t resist the draw of his mate’s desire. “I think it’s something that has to be experienced to be believed.”
Bax sat up, his expression troubled, though his hand on Abel’s torso never stopped it’s gentle wandering. “Do you want me to go sleep elsewhere?”
“No!” Abel pulled Bax down on top of him and kept him there with arms and legs wrapped around his body. “It wasn’t a complaint, just an observation.” He paused to appreciate the moonlight on Bax’s fair skin. “I’m going to have to take the day off tomorrow.”
Bax laughed and rubbed his nose against Abel’s. “We’ll know by tomorrow evening if this worked, maybe even earlier. But if you’re tired, I can go elsewhere.” He laid his head on Abel’s shoulder and sighed happily. “This is kind of a novelty for me.”
“Novelty?” It for certain wasn’t Bax’s first heat, so what… Dammit. Patrick. He didn’t want to ask, but at the same time, he wanted to know. To understand what he was doing that was different, so he didn’t accidentally do something that took Bax back to that time. “How is it novel?”
Bax lifted his head again and smiled sweetly. “It’s hard to explain. But I want you, even outside the heat. And that makes this…I don’t know. Easier? I’m having way more fun now.” He laid his head down again. “It’s okay. I know you don’t like to hear about Patrick.”
Abel rubbed his hands over Bax’s back, making his mate purr with pleasure, and used Bax’s distraction to argue silently with himself. Eventually he sighed and hugged Bax tightly to him. “He was a big part of your life. I don’t want you to think I need you to pick and choose the parts you share with me. I should be stronger than that.”
“I don’t doubt you are. But you need your strength for so many other things. I don’t want to drain that so I can be careless in my speech.”
Abel snorted softly. “You give me more strength than you ever take. Tell me.”
Bax hesitated, then rubbed his cheek against Abel’s chest. “It wasn’t that I was unhappy all the time. Just, never really happy. But sometimes, when a day went well, and I didn’t make a mistake that inconvenienced Patrick, well…” He sighed. “I wanted to make it work, and sometimes, when he was happy and relaxed, I would go to him, because that’s what mates do, right?”
