Page 14 of Saving His Omega
Graham panted and sweat popped out over his hard torso. For all the pleasure that came from climaxing, he didn’t appear to be enjoying what was happening.
“I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it go down as soon as I can.” The beta leaned over him, placing his palms on the bed on either side of him. He kissed Tripp’s belly. “I guess mating with an already breeding omega isn’t the norm and my body and wolf don’t understand. Let’s at least get you comfortable.”
The knotting made it awkward but his mate’s strength still allowed him to maneuver them both onto their sides. The pillow that had cushioned Tripp’s ass now did the same for his belly. The pup squirmed only a little before settling down herself. Graham came again as he snuggled Tripp against him.
The beta brushed Tripp’s hair from his forehead and kissed his temple. “Does it hurt? Stupid question. Of course it does.”
“It’s not bad.” And that was the truth. Mostly. The pressure was relentless, although not as acute. His ass was adjusting to the invasion and the rest of him was getting lax from both the exertion of the day and the orgasm. He yawned loudly.
“That’s it, go to sleep.” Graham ran his fingers in lazy circles around Tripp’s belly. His warm breath tickled the top of Tripp’s head and the soothing tone of his voice eased any upset.
Even as more warmth splashed inside his ass, Tripp found himself drifting off.
Chapter Six
Tripp couldn’t hear what his mate was saying to the healer. They were huddled in one corner of the infirmary far from where he sat on her examination table. He and the pup were fine. The miraculous machine that showed what was happening inside his womb had confirmed that the pup remained in her cramped space, healthy and with a strong heartbeat. He hadn’t minded having to lie down and watching on the screen. The examination of his hole had been a different story, however. It had been embarrassing for a female to have her finger up his ass and everything remained tender after the knotting. Still, there was nothing to worry about, the healer had assured him and Graham. That’s when the beta had all but dragged the woman out of earshot. The man’s expression was stern and his hands animated as he spoke.
Poor Graham. Tripp had woken to find breakfast waiting for him in their den and had been tenderly washed right there in the bed by his mate after he’d finished eating. The beta could not stop apologizing for something that hadn’t been in his control. At least Tripp believed that to be true. He couldn’t imagine Graham deliberately creating the knot only to abase himself afterward. That was not how dominants acted.
Whatever the healer was saying, it caused the beta to obviously relax. He slumped against the wall and ran the fingers of one hand through his hair. Then he looked over at Tripp with a determined expression. He straightened and strode over, lifting Tripp off the table to help him dress without saying a word.
The healer returned, too, and gave Tripp a reassuring smile. “Everything’s fine, dear boy. As I told your mate, what happened is not unheard of, although I’ve never come across it myself. The beta’s wolf needed to show dominance and claiming in a way it wasn’t afforded the night of your mating. Shifting yesterday and the reemergence of your wolf certainly was a contributing factor. I don’t believe it will happen again.”
“It for damn sure won’t.” Graham’s harsh tone was startling.
The beta lifted Tripp’s chin and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I only mean I won’t allow it. No mounting for a few days.”
“Yes, Graham.” Not that such things were within his control, but he felt oddly disappointed at the news.
“Come on. We’re going to do something special today.”
The announcement came as a surprise. He was bold enough to say, “I was hoping to work on the blanket today.”
“You will.”
Tripp didn’t ask any questions. He had no choice in following his mate, not only because he was in charge of him, but the man also held on tightly to his hand. He couldn’t have broken the hold to go his own way even if he’d wanted to.
He wasn’t sure where they were headed until he caught the scent of food. They walked into the kitchen, a huge room buzzing with sigmas already preparing lunch. Fresh bread was being hauled out of the large oven built into the back brick wall while vegetables were being chopped and meat sliced with quick efficiency. The head sigma brushed her hands on her apron and came over to greet them.
“How can I help you, Beta?”
Graham gave her a charming smile. “Would you please pack us a picnic lunch, Faith? Just whatever you were planning for everyone else, plus maybe some cider?”
“Certainly.” She winked at Tripp. “Newly mated couples need time alone together. It won’t take me more than a few minutes.”
“Thanks. You’re the best.”
Tripp barely had time to wave at the woman. Graham tugged him out the back door and over to the shed where the vehicles were kept. He went to an open jeep and lifted Tripp into the passenger’s seat, buckling him in before he could do it himself.
Graham ran his finger down Tripp’s nose. “Stay here, sweetheart. I’m going to get your crocheting, the basket of food and a blanket. And,” he added with tip of his head, “I need to let the alpha know that going over the accounts will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Alarmed that his mate was blowing off his duties with the alpha in favor of coddling him, he opened his mouth.
“Don’t.” Graham gave him a stern look. “I need to do this for you. Please let me without a fuss.”
Tripp snapped his mouth shut again. No dominant had ever asked him to permit anything in his whole life. He didn’t have that kind of power. Not knowing what to say, he nodded and settled back into his seat.
Graham took off and almost immediately Blake hurried up to the Jeep.
