Page 169 of Omega's Heart
“Naw.” Cas grinned. “Hunter, you coming? Play with Pip?”
Hunter whined and looked back and forth between Felix and Kaden.
“Go get your bag,” Felix told him and the dog raced off to dig inside the bedroom closet, returning with a filled canvas bag in his mouth.
“You better let me carry that,” Cas told him. “I remember what happened the last time.” He took the bag from the dog and looked up at Kaden. “Have a good afternoon, brother.” He grinned and walked out the door, Hunter bouncing along beside him.
Felix stood in the doorway to the kitchen, shaking his head. “That pup is going to take over the enclave. He had another breakthrough a couple of days ago and he’s made a few more friends now because of it,” he said, then held up his hands to fend Kaden off when he came over for a kiss. “I need to wash the dough off, hold that thought.” He did lean in for a quick peck, then spun away to scrub at his hands in the sink. “Were you busy today?”
“Not really,” Kaden replied. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and just… appreciated his mate.
Two weeks was too damn long.
Apparently, Felix had the same idea. He dried his hands, wiped down the counter and then in a totally un-Felix-like move, ignored the remaining mess to come to Kaden and kiss him soundly. “Bedroom. Now,” he said.
Kaden raised his eyebrows and Felix leaned against him. “Oh,” Kaden said.
“Oh,” Felix agreed breathily. “You’re going to do something about that, right? I mean, you promised to look after me when we got mated?”
“It’s my duty and honor,” Kaden promptly replied. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
“Because my alpha is slow.” Felix smiled at him, eyelids lowered to hide a wicked glint of amusement. “I’m sure he’ll get around to doing something about that eventually.”
“Hmm.” Kaden spun them around until Felix’s back was against the wall and ran his hands up underneath the soft cotton dress shirt his mate was wearing. “You feel good.” He stroked over the warm flesh beneath his palms, re-memorizing the shape of the ribcage, the still mostly-flat planes of his belly, only to be stopped by the waistband of his mate’s jeans.
“Let me help you,” Felix murmured against his ear, and he worked his hands in between them to start the slow process of opening the buttons of his shirt.
Kaden had no words to say to that. With a quick twist of his fingers, he undid the fastening of Felix’s jeans and carefully pushed them down over his mate’s hips, cautious of the omega’s hard-on. Felix made a startled noise, halfway between a gasp and whimper as Kaden gently cupped his balls and stroked his thumb over their softness.
The jeans slid away and then the shirt and then Kaden had his mate there before him, displayed in all his glory, for Kaden’s eyes only. “Your pack’s alphas are blind idiots. But I won’t complain about it,” he told Felix.
“You say that every time,” Felix reminded him.
“Because it’s true.” He put his hands on Felix’s waist, then moved his whole one over to cover the slight bulge of Felix’s lower belly, just above the curve of his omega line. “It always hits me just a little harder when I see you like this.” He pressed a little, denting the flesh slightly. “Knowing that’s my pup in there.” He stared down at his hand on his mate’s skin, then raised the other one to trace Felix’s lips. “I think the word I’m looking for is glorious. That they couldn’t see it, well… You see why I call them idiots?”
Felix shook his head and blushed. “I’m not going to argue with my alpha.”
“Good.” Kaden smiled and leaned in to place a kiss right over his mate’s heart. “It’s Christmas. I don’t want to go all alpha of the household on you.”
Felix laughed at him and in one of those moves that all omegas seemed to instinctively know, he slipped out of Kaden’s grasp, strolling casually into the living room. Something about the way he walked, the subtly sure way he placed his feet with each step glued Kaden’s eyes to him. He couldn’t have looked away with a gun to his head.
His mate turned to face him, still moving slowly and gracefully across the room toward the bedroom door. “I love you,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Let me show you.”
C H A P T E R 9 1
I held my breath as he crossed the room. He’d already taken his tie off in the car on the way here—I kind of wished he’d left it on. It looked so sexy in the movies when the alpha just ripped his tie off as he strode toward his lover.
Which was what Kaden was doing right now, his fingers making short work of the buttons of his shirt and his eyes fixed on me with an expression in them that made me feel every inch an omega.
Lysoonka, I loved him. Loved the way he made me feel, the way he looked at me, touched me, spoke to me. Through his eyes, I became everything I’d ever wanted to be and I thanked the Lady of Wolves that she’d brought him to me.
He was right on top of me before I woke from my dazed enjoyment of his approach. On impulse, I spun away from him, flirting over my shoulder as I made him chase me all the way to the bedroom. It was so hard to keep my pace to a slow walk when I just wanted to run in and throw myself on the bed for him, but worth the effort it cost me to see the look in his eyes when I started down this teasing path. So I took my time, letting him look his fill, and he followed me like he was in wolf form stalking a deer in the woods.
Sometimes it was fun being prey.
My mate’s pants were gone by the time he appeared in the bedroom door and his interest in me was obvious and unignorable. I kept a wary eye on him, prepared for his usual rush and tumble into the sheets, but whatever mood had infected me tonight, he’d caught it too. While I crossed the short distance to our bed, he waited in the doorway, hipshot and predatory with his shoulder against the frame. I licked suddenly dry lips and my hands shook as I turned back the comforter, then I crawled up onto the freshly washed sheets and laid back against the pillows to watch him as his eyes roamed greedily over my body.
He gazed at me for long moments, so totally still he would have been invisible in the forest. I held my breath and waited, wondering which of us would break first. The tension in the room was so high it was a miracle the air didn’t crack and shiver down all around us like glass.
