Page 90 of Abel's Omega
“It is,” he said with a grin. “Though I don’t know if we’ll get up to much with this little fellow around.”
“I know what to do.” I took Fan from him and looked my little pup in the eye. “Abel and I have to leave the party for a little while and go back to the apartment. Do you want to come with us and go to bed, or do you want to stay and play with the other pups? You’ll have to stay wolf, though, so your sling stays on.”
Fan wiggled in my arms and yipped, asking to get down. I laughed and set him on the ground, watching to make sure he made it over to where his new friends were scampering around the edge of the bonfire. Becca sidled over near them, and waved at us to go do our thing.
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
My face burned red at the comments and congratulations tossed our way as Abel led us out of the park and toward his apartment. Our apartment now.
I liked the sound of that too.
He threw me over his shoulder as we got out of the elevator, laughed at my squawk, and groped my ass. I chewed my lip and waited impatiently for him to get the door open.
Finally, he put me down, and I turned to see his apartment transformed. The corner had been fenced off to make a safe place for the babies. Fan’s Lego took up the opposite corner, underneath one of the windows. Bits and pieces of my life had been scattered here and there, as if we’d lived here for ages.
“Oh, Abel,” I breathed, and walked forward to touch the stuffed animals seated on the couch as if they lived there.
“Our home,” he said. “Until I can build you a house. But this will do, right? Until I can give you a proper place.”
I laughed and turned to him. “You are the silliest Alpha ever. Home is here.” I touched his chest. “I’d be happy living under the trees with you.”
He chuckled and took my hand. “Maybe, but I want better for you and our pups. Especially since I seem to have broken one of them.”
That made me laugh again, part joy in his claiming of my babies again, but especially in the wry humor he only let out in rare moments. I wanted to hear him joke more, but not right now. Tonight, this hour in the middle of this great change, was just for us.
“Come claim me, Alpha,” I said, my voice breathy and low. I began to back toward the bedroom, toying with the knot of the belt holding my tunic closed. His followed me, his movements gone fluid and wolf-like, power swirling around him in a tightly-controlled cloud. I found it incredibly arousing.
He caught up with me at the foot of the bed. “Come here, mate.”
I grinned. “Catch me, mate.” I spun and made a not-too-serious attempt to bolt past him, but he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, then attacked the knot in the belt.
“I made sure it was an easy knot,” he told me with an air of seriousness completely belied by the sparkle in his eye. The belt disappeared and then he spread the tunic apart to bare me to his eyes. I held my breath—I could almost feel his gaze as it wandered over me. Then he groaned as if unable to contain himself and laid himself on me to take my mouth with a barely restrained passion.
Something in me, the part I’d always labeled omega, rose up to meet him, power and submission mixed together. I beat back the power like I always did, but offered him my submission freely. He was my Alpha and my mate, and I loved him entirely.
“What was that?” he asked, nuzzling at my ear until my eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Unh, wha?” I babbled. “Oh, do that again.”
He laughed against the side of my neck, a rough tickle that made my hips rise of their own accord to grind against him. He let a little more of his weight come to bear against me, swallowing my moan in another kiss. When it finally ended—far too quickly for my tastes—he peppered tiny kisses over my face and asked, “I felt something from you.”
“Just me wanting you out of your clothes.” I suited actions to words, grabbing for the hem of his shirt and trying to pull it up against the friction of being trapped between our bodies.
Obligingly, he pushed himself off me and knelt between my legs. I sat up and helped him pull his mating shirt off, if running my hands and mouth over any bare skin in reach could be considered help. He undid the tie at his waist, then the one at mine, and then we were both naked and I was lost in his scent and the warmth of his skin and the way hehandledme, slipping my clothing away and laying me back on the cool sheets.
Abel settled between my legs again. I sighed and spread my thighs to bring him closer, my hands gliding down the muscle of his back to cup the hard curves of his ass. No guilt tonight, now that our desire had been sanctioned by ritual and contract. My mate—and oh, how I loved being able to say that—began to nibble on my neck once more, traveling down to the thin skin over my collarbone, then down farther, to torment me with licks and brushes of fang over my nipples. It seemed that even when I wasn’t nursing, it only took the lightest of touches to send me crazy with anguished desire. I cried out for him and arched my back, seeking more of that tortuous joy.
The paint on my body had smeared on his chest; the corner of his mouth was green with it was well. I lifted his face with a finger under his chin and wiped it away with my thumb, then tugged him up to kiss me some more.
He did so, but he also shifted his hips, bringing his cock down between my thighs, as hot as the bonfire outside. Immediately, I could think of nothing better than that final, ultimate connection. No matter that we’d been having sex regularly since January, whenever I could sneak away from the pups or he could sneak in without waking them, there was something special about tonight.
Mates.
In wordless plea, I thrust myself against him, my hands on his hips pulling him closer until I could feel him brushing against me.
He chuckled into my hair. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” And to emphasize the point, I reached between us and took him in hand. “You know I love to make love with you.”
