Page 91 of Abel's Omega
“You’re terrible for my ego, but I don’t care.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around mine where I’d encircled him. “Bring me home, love.”
I nearly wept at the word, even though he’d called me that before, but it seemed I’d waited my whole life to hear it on this night. Carefully I guided him until I couldn’t reach anymore, then he took over and pushed inside with slow authority.
The feel of him this night, with his Alpha’s power still swirling around him, made me whine in the back of my throat and scrabble at his back in search of more. He obliged with a thrust that shoved me up the bed and I laughed and trotted out all my omega wiles to encourage him. I dug my fingers in the muscle of his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he rode me. He made a small noise each time he slammed into me, something rough and brutal sounding, but he never gave me more than he knew I wanted.
“Yes, oh, Abel!” I cried and tensed against the uncontrollable rush of pleasure he brought me. He made a breathy noise and shifted his weight forward and began to move faster and faster. One of his arms wrapped around the top of my head and he held me tightly against him as we groaned and writhed in unison. I bit his shoulder, then buried my face in the crook of his neck and wailed my ecstasy as Abel came inside me, his pleasure triggering mine in turn.
After, we held each other, both grateful for these few moments of peace. Abel stroked my hair while I listened to his heart beat beneath my ear, the frantic pounding slowing gradually to a gentle, comforting rhythm.
Abel laughed softly. “Well, we’re definitely mated now.” His hand wandered down, to splay over my still-flat stomach. “And you, child of mine, are now legitimate.”
I snorted. “Better be.”
He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer. “You know what the best thing about this is?”
“What?”
“I get to wake up with you tomorrow.”
My heart melted, but I couldn’t help a small joke. “Just wait until Fan’s in here bouncing on the bed to get us up to open presents. He thinks it’s Christmas again.”
Abel laughed again, this time louder. “Let him. It’s a big day for the pups too. Can’t wait to see their faces when they open their presents.”
“Me neither.” I sighed and snuggled close. “I suppose we’ll have to go back out soon.”
“In a bit. At least to get the pups to bed.”
I played with the hair on his chest. “But not right away, right?”
He lifted his head off the pillow and stared down at me in bemused hilarity. “Again already?”
“Maybe,” I relied, drawing the word out. Not exactly, though we still had missed opportunities to make up for. “But I just want to have you to myself a little longer.”
“That I can get behind.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
Abel shooed Bax out of bed and into his clothes just before the crowd arrived at the door to fetch them for the dancing. They were jostled and teased all the way out of the building and into the park by the combined members of their rozvennya and bratvuk. There, he and Bax danced the traditional newlymated’s dance to the tune of hoots and bawdy comments and, somewhere under the noise, the notes of a violin and a guitar.
At the end of the dance, he led Bax over to a pair of chairs near the food. Bax seated him in the larger of the two chairs and went to make him a plate. Abel squirmed uncomfortably as he waited, intensely conscious of how ridiculous it was to have Bax waiting on him hand and foot.
Bax knew it too, and his eyes danced as he knelt by Abel’s chair to present the plate. “Your meal, O Great and Powerful Alpha,” he intoned, poking Abel right in that tender spot.
Abel frowned at him. “You know I get to decide if you eat tonight, right?” He tried to keep his tone light—Bax knew this part of the ceremony bothered him.
Bax grinned and slid into his lap, still holding the plate, and completely ignoring the mate’s chair. “Yep.” He delicately picked another of those same cubes of meat off the edge of the plate and popped it into his mouth. “This is so good. Do you think you could get this recipe if you beat him up a little more?”
“I can try,” Abel said wryly. He took the fork canted out from the side of the plate and tried a forkful of scalloped potatoes. He chewed and nodded, then offered another forkful to Bax to try. Bax obediently opened his mouth and accepted the tidbit, then settled against Abel in near boneless contentment.
This seemed to be the signal for the pack to descend on the banquet tables like ravenous…wolves. Abel tried to split his attention between his new mate and the crowd, but found it hard to watch anything but the man in his lap.
Bax picked choice bits off the plate and fed them Abel, seeming to take great pleasure in spoiling him. Abel attempted to catch his fingers, licking drips and smears of sauces from his fingertips. Bax huffed a laugh and continued to feed them both, while the pack swirled around them in greeting and congratulations. They ate until they were stuffed, then got up to mingle and visit and dance with the pack, until Becca brought them the pups, some already asleep, some on the verge. The moon had crossed half the sky in the time since their mating; the crowd was beginning to thin.
“I should put them to bed,” Bax said.
“I’ll help you carry them,” Abel said, shouldering the two sleeping girls. Fan still limped around, but even his wolf eyes looked sleepy.
Bax stood on tiptoes to kiss Abel on the cheek. “Thank you. For everything.”
