Page 170 of Omega's Heart
In the end, it was Kaden who made the first move, which surprised me. It was only by seconds, though, because I had just opened my mouth to beg him to come to bed. Still, it felt like a sort of victory, like there was some strange combat going on between us. He stalked across the room to our bed, moving with more grace on that leg than I’d ever seen him have. This must have been what he was like before that grenade scarred him, and the thought gave me a sharp pain in my heart for his loss.
“Don’t think things like that,” he said harshly.
“What things?” How the heck had he known?
“Your face is like a billboard,” he said, with a slightly crooked smile. “I don’t care. Yes, I wish sometimes I still had the leg, but if I could do it all again, I’d still make the same decision. And when I’m with you, I don’t even think about the leg. It’s a complete non-issue.” He laid himself on top of me, taking my hands and pinning them to the pillows up by my head as if I were no bigger than Julius. “Besides, that’s not the part I want you thinking about.”
I was going to say something smart back, but he thrust his hips against me and brought all his weight to bear until all I could do was moan and arch and beg for him.
“That’s better,” he whispered. “I missed you.” He closed his teeth together gently on one of my nipples and I groaned and raised my chest toward him to encourage him to continue. The tip of his tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh, making me gasp before he let go and licked it once more with the flat of his tongue. “I guess these are only mine for the next five months. I better get my fill of them before them.”
His words made me shiver with delighted anticipation. “Four and a half months,” I corrected him and then waited in terrified excitement for what he’d do next. It never got old, and he somehow managed to surprise me every time he came to our bed anyway.
Being mated was fun.
He paused, lips wrapped around the other nipple. It felt like he was thinking about what I’d just said, considering it. Debating whether to play the dominant alpha. His tongue stayed just barely pressed against the slight throb of my pulse in the little nub, more arousing than anything else he could have done.
I loved it when he did these things, played the alpha to my omega. Outside the bedroom, he was as respectful as any alpha could be. But inside, he spoiled me with his attention and catered to that part of me that still ached for those small rites of passage that I’d been too large to enjoy. We all, early in our fertile years, went through a period where we wanted the alpha of legend, the warrior who brooked no disobedience and took what he wanted. The protector, the guardian, the lover. I’d grown out of it, as we all did—or I thought I had.
But Kaden had somehow known.
Finally, when my breathing had grown too ragged for comfort and I could no longer control the restless twisting and the rocking of my hips in their search for his touch, he let go of me. Of my hands, of my nipple, of my body, to sit up and slip the false leg off. Then without any fanfare at all, he spread my legs wide, pushed my knees up toward the headboard, and brought himself home inside me.
I reached for him, desperate for a kiss, for him to hold me so I wouldn’t fly apart too soon. He gave the kisses, as many as I wanted, but they only made things worse. Wilder. I soon realized he wanted me to lose myself, that that was his plan. I clung to him anyway, or tried to, as he used his hands and mouth and cock to drive me mercilessly ahead of him on that trail that ended in the ultimate of an omega’s pleasure. And whenever I opened my eyes, he was watching me, and the wonder and pure joy in his added another layer of happiness to the pure physical pleasure he demanded that I accept from him.
Maybe this was how it was meant to be anyway, our first moments together after what had felt like too long apart. I began to listen to the music of our bodies, the howling of his desire calling an answering song from mine. It was foolishness to wait when we both wanted this so badly and so I gave in, stopped fighting to draw the pleasure out.
We both must have had the same thought at the same time. As I gave myself into his care, he reached between us to stroke my cock—once, twice, and then a third time as he thrust deep within me. I cried out while the fireworks exploded in my body, carrying with them the scent and sound and power of my alpha.
Faintly through the tumult of my body rising to his call, I heard his growl of triumph as he continued to plunge inside me, claiming every inch of my heart and my body for himself.
Afterward, he let me cling to him, and I didn’t feel strange and outsized doing it. I hoped I’d never stop feeling the wonder of that, after a lifetime of never expecting otherwise. My head fit naturally on his shoulder and his arm was warm against my back.
After a while, he reached for my hand and brought it briefly to his mouth. “Have you thought about moving yet? John says it’s furnished. I laid claim to the master bedroom.”
“I haven’t really thought about Washington.” I smiled, my eyes still blissfully closed. “I walked over the other day to see the construction on our house.”
“Yeah? How’s it going?”
“It’s getting there. Did you make some changes to the plan?”
He went still and I felt a flash of guilt—he must have been planning a surprise and now I’d spoiled it. His next words confirmed it.
“A few. It’s a surprise. Don’t look too closely at it, okay?”
“Okay.” I could do that for him. “Can you do something for me?”
“Of course.” His left hand glided up my side, from my hip to the back of my shoulder. “What do you need?”
“It’s not me. It’s Holland and Quin.”
“Oh?” I felt him lift his head to look at me, but when he didn’t say anything more, he pressed on.
“I didn’t realize they were putting off their house so they could afford to build ours.”
“Ah.” He let his head fall back to the pillow again. “I’ll talk to Quin. Though at this point we’re kind of committed, I might have more money to put into it after the first of January, since I won’t be staying in hotels anymore. Would that make you feel better if we covered the costs for now?”
“How would that work?”
