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“The Omega’s Joy,” I said dreamily. “I think I know how it works now.”
“Oh, you liked it? Was it because you’re in heat?” He slid off to the side and propped his head up on one hand to stare thoughtfully at me.
I smiled and let my eyes close again. “Holland says not, but it’s easier when you’re in heat.” I turned on my side and curled into his body. “Did it feel good to you?”
“It always feels good to me.” He pulled me close and I hummed my contentment. “We’ll have to experiment. I need to know how to make it happen again.”
“I love you.” I chuckled and thought about how lucky I was. Who else had an alpha whose first thought after sex was How do I make my omega orgasm again? I’d have to figure out a way to brag about it—politely—before the next time I wrote home. “We should know by tomorrow if it took. I mean, if I’m pregnant.”
“Hmmm.” His fingers bumped gently over the small of my back, sliding one at a time over the same four or five vertebrae, back and forth. “I kind of hope it didn’t take. That was fun.” I slapped his ass and he laughed and rolled me onto my back. “What? I’m just being truthful. This was like you dialed up to fifteen. I could get behind that.” A thoughtful expression crossed his face. “Maybe we can try that next time...”
My libido perked up at that idea, but then a wave of sleepiness rolled over me. “Can we talk about it later? I’d like to nap for a bit.” I knew I wouldn’t nap long—the body wanted what it wanted, but it was, for now, content. I’d grab my sleep when I could.
“Sure,” he said and kissed my ear. I felt him move and then the sheets were pulled up over me, cocooning us in warmth and I nestled into the safe haven of my alpha and let my satiated body drift into sleep.
C H A P T E R 8 4
I n the end, we didn’t do much talking about things my mate wanted to try. Instead, after the shortest of naps, my intrepid soldier went straight from sleep to action. On hands and knees, against the wall, bent over the kitchen counter, on the floor in front of the kitchen counter while cleaning up the orange juice that had gotten spilled in the previous encounter. Then later, in the bathroom, after the orange juice finally got cleaned up. I didn’t know where he got his energy but I certainly didn’t mind. On the contrary, I met him thrust for thrust and kiss for kiss and started plotting other interesting ways to go about planting a pup in my belly.
Or, maybe, just having the time of my life with my mate.
Somewhere in there I did manage to feed him, though it was pretty rough and ready food--sandwiches and sliced fruit and water, since we’d spilled the juice. He didn’t help matters any, sticking close by my side with some part of his naked body touching mine all day long. As the hunger would build, more of him would touch, until he was plastered to whatever part of me was closest and then we’d be rolling on the floor or leaning against whatever surface was closest and strongest to hold us up.
But that evening, as we lay in bed in the deepening twilight, my head on his shoulder and his legs twined in mine, I felt safe to tell him, “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be a Dad in the spring.”
“Yeah?” he murmured, his hands still gently wandering over my body.
“Yeah,” I said. I was sorry that the urgency of desire was fading, but this past twenty-four hours had given me lots to think about. “You know, it doesn’t mean that we can’t still have days like this.” I traced the outline of his areola with one finger, teasing the hairs that stood up around it at my touch.
“You enjoyed it?”
“I did.” I stretched and draped myself more securely over him. “I like being mated.”
He jerked and when I glanced up at him, his expression was startled. “I’m glad to hear that,” he told me, his eyebrows halfway to his hairline.
“What? I shouldn’t enjoy it?” I didn’t understand his surprise—wasn’t that the goal of all omegas?
“I don’t know. I suppose I wondered if you’d be more like Holland or Bram after a while. That you’d get bored being home looking after me and Hunter.” He pulled me close and snuggled me in under his chin.
“Do you mind? That I kind of like the idea of being your mate and looking after you and our pups? I don’t really need to have anything more than that.”
“You don’t think you’d like to go to school? I know you and Holland were talking about physiotherapy a while ago.”
“We were.”
“Changed your mind?”
“I dunno.” I sighed and trailed my foot up his calf. “I started doing that stuff mostly because I thought it would help you. Then I kept doing it because I liked the excuse to touch you.”
“Pervert.”
I punched him gently in the gut and he groaned and protested, then rolled me over onto my back and pinned my arms to the bed.
“Behave, omega,” he commanded me and leaned his weight against my wrists. “Hmm, I kind of like this position too.”
“Now who’s the pervert?” I demanded, trying not to laugh.
“Mated alpha, mated omega. Just natural urges,” he said solemnly as he rubbed himself over my cock. “But seriously, if that’s what you want, I think we can do it. Politics pays less than I expected, but it’s still money from outside the pack. And I have my pension.”
