Page 153 of Omega's Heart
“Please,” I whispered back and stumbled out of my jeans. He helped me out of my t-shirt and I helped him pull his clothes off before we fumbled our way into our bedroom.
For a moment, I couldn’t remember how the sheets had gotten turned down, but then Kaden laughed and rubbed his hands over my chest and belly. “I love how you can think this far ahead when it’s all I can do to keep my legs pointing in the same direction right now.”
I let him keep believing that there’d been any sort of intelligent thought behind the sheets rumpled up at the foot of the bed, because I suspected that as soon as he laid me down on it, I’d be nothing more than a mewling bundle of need begging for his attention. It gave me a lot more respect for Bax and for Holland, because I couldn’t imagine feeling this helpless, this unprotected in the face of an alpha I didn’t trust. Tonight felt very different from our usual enthusiastic couplings—more open, more vulnerable.
But I did trust Kaden, and the thought of laying myself out entirely defenseless to him, obedient to his desires, made my knees go weak and my heart race.
He bent to press a kiss to the notch at the top of my chest, his hands sliding with agonizing slowness over my waist and down to my ass. “Where’s Hunter?”
“I sent him to Raleigh’s,” I panted and nibbled along that amazing jawline of his. “You should do one of those calendars,” I told him as I licked the skin under his ear. “The veteran’s ones. I’d share you for that, as long as I got a copy.”
He laughed and pinched a nipple, making me whimper. “We can talk about calendars later. Tell me what you want right now,” he said, his breath raising goosebumps over my skin.
“You,” I told him. “Just you.” And in that instant, I suddenly wanted to shower him with the attention he usually reserved for me, to kiss and touch and caress the way he did when came to me at night—or during the day—in the comfortable safety of our bed. “Lie down,” I told him. “In the middle of the bed.”
His eyes lit up and he climbed slowly up onto the mattress. “Help me get the leg off?” he asked.
“Let me do it for you.” I broke the vacuum on the sleeve that held his leg in place, then rolled it down over his knee and slipped the entire thing off, setting it in its place on the floor by the head of the bed. By the time I’d turned back to him, he’d pushed off the sock and was waiting for me, leaning back on his elbows to watch me with hunger in his eyes. I crawled across the mattress to straddle his thighs and ran my hands over his chest, tracing the scars down his left side and enjoying the solid feel of the muscle beneath the skin. I thought he was even more muscular now than he’d been since he came home—it hadn’t occurred to me at the time, but he had to have lost some weight while he was in the army hospital, learning all over again how to walk, and hear, and make his left hand do as he bid. He was beautiful to my eyes, and I leaned down to kiss him because it was the only way I had to tell him how much I loved him, how proud I was of him.
His hands glided up my thighs, then past my waist to come to rest on my chest. “I can feel your heart beating,” he said against my lips.
“It wants you,” I told him.
“It’s had me for a long time.” He toyed with one of my nipples again and I closed my eyes and arched my back, my body playing ghostly games with me. I knew it was his fingers, but some part of my brain imagined a baby, one with Kaden’s dark eyes, staring up at me as he nursed. A little alpha to toddle around in his sire’s wake. Maybe another alpha after that one, but a girl. Then another boy and another girl. I wondered how many he would be happy to have in the end, or if I would decide myself to stop after two or three. Or four.
Our mating sheets had predicted four.
Kaden brought my attention back to him with a hand on my cock, distracting me from the fingers still playing about with my nipples. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, squeezing me gently. “I don’t want to wait.” His hand moved up and he splayed his two remaining fingers over my belly. “Let’s make a baby.”
I groaned and thrust my hips at him, rubbing myself over his cock with the kind of abandon that caused stories to be told about omegas back home. But I wasn’t back home, and this was my legal mate and the mate of my heart. “Yes, I want that.” But now, sitting on top of him, I wasn’t quite sure how to get to a position that would get me that baby.
Kaden took care of it. With a thrust of his hips and some movement of his arms, he rolled me over onto my back, his body coming with me so he sat between my legs, perfectly positioned. Without a word, he pressed himself against me, pushing inside with the fierce determination I’d come to expect from him.
I’d had heats before, and I’d made love with my mate before. This went beyond both those events. I squirmed against him, feeling wonderfully impaled on his strength. “Oh, Kaden,” I moaned and thrust back at him, meeting strength with strength. I demanded his pleasure, demanded he take his from me and used my omega nature to call the essence of alpha from him. He gasped and braced himself, and then he answered my unspoken call and took me the way an alpha was made to. To claim his mate in the face of all resistance. I’d never felt so loved or wanted as I did right now, with my alpha doing everything in his power to make sure I had everything I desired.
He growled and nipped at my shoulder, bringing me back to the present. “I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want to feel that before I do.”
“I can do that.” I laughed and cupped his face in my hands, demanding kisses upon kisses. He pinched my nipple, harder this time, and I made a sound that in a smaller omega would have been a whimper. Kaden laughed and reached behind us to spread my legs wider, pulling them up to open me more fully to him. I felt his thighs move against the backs of my hips, against the straining muscles of my buttocks as he positioned me for his comfort, and then I forgot everything as his body demanded I surrender to it. My own pleasure mounted with the ferocious thrusting of his cock within me and the occasional teasing touch of his fingers against my own, trapped between us.
A tension I couldn’t and didn’t want to control began to take over. I was so, so close, and I chased Kaden’s touch and the feel of him inside me, gathering everything together until it turned into a tight ball of desire and pleasure. Then, with one final thrust of Kaden’s hips that rocked us both up onto my shoulders, it turned into an explosion that whited out the room and left me crying and wrung out at the end of it. Kaden shook in my arms and I could tell he was only a thought away from his edge as well. “You don’t have to wait,” I whispered.
“I want you to feel this too,” he said grimly. The muscles of his jaw bulged and he pressed his forehead into the hollow under my ear. “Lysoon, you were amazing through that.”
I was still twitching with aftershocks of my orgasm, the solid length of him a pleasure of its own beyond what he’d just gifted me with. “I’m glad I waited for you,” I told him. It wasn’t quite the truth —I hadn’t waited voluntarily—but maybe it was the Lady Lysoonka who’d forced me to wait. Who’d given me this body so that I’d have the strength to support him in what he needed to do, and still have the stamina to give him the pups he deserved. “Take your pleasure of me,” I said, quoting a verse from an even older version of the mating ceremony that no one used anymore. “Make me a vessel for your seed and your future, find in me fertile ground to continue your line. Give me that gift which I would offer to my mate as I live to serve the Lord and Lady.” I pulled him close and begged kisses from his lips, playing up my omega nature for his alpha.
I never thought I’d have the opportunity to do that.
“Felix,” he groaned. “This was supposed to be special.”
As Cale would say: Fucking alphas. “You think this is the only time I’m going to be calling on you?” I laughed and kissed him again. “Don’t count on getting much work done until you’ve done this work.” I rocked my hips and he hissed and his back arched in response. “Where’s that baby you promised me, mate?”
“Demanding omega,” he said through a laugh. “Fine. You win.”
“I always win,” I said smugly, then gasped myself as the sudden movement of his hips pushed on something inside me. My womb, Holland had explained on one of those last nights before my mating. And then I remembered him pointing out that passage in the omega journal, the one about... “Oh!”
Kaden clutched me to him, pounding against me as his grip tightened. I could feel his climax rolling down on him and did my best to hold him close, my fingers slipping in the sweat on his body, until he cried out and brought all his weight and strength to bear on me. Then, as he swelled inside me to release his seed, I felt my own climax flower from my womb, different from the first but no less powerful. The world disappeared except for Kaden and the feel of him inside me and this glorious sensation that I couldn’t find the words to describe. I held him tightly, my body clenching around him as he pressed me to the mattress until he was done and his body relaxed slowly against mine.
It was minutes, or maybe hours, before he twitched and one hand rose to trace the path of a vein across my arm. “What was that?”
