Page 34 of Saving His Omega
This time when the omega pulled away, he followed it up with a kiss. “Thank you. And I’m sorry I was so rude before.”
“It’s okay.” Graham brushed some strands of hair away from his mate’s face. “I want you to ask me questions and I want to talk things out with you whenever you need me to. Just be respectful and I promise I will be, too.”
Tripp nodded. Before either of them could say more, Grace let out a squeak that they already recognized as the prelude to a full-throated cry.
Tripp slid off his lap and bent to lift the pup out of her cradle. He settled against the headboard and lifted his shirt to nurse her. She latched on with a ferocity that made the beta proud.
Graham looked on with such love, he thought his heart might burst. “I adore watching you feed our pup. I could watch you all day. There’s work to be done, though. This was supposed to be a quick visit.”
When he started to rise, his mate held out a hand.
“Stay a little while longer. Please?”
Unable to deny his fated mate anything, he sat again and allowed himself to simply enjoy.
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“What do you think?” Graham held his breath as Tripp walked around the main room of their new home.
His mate cradled Grace in a sling against his chest as he took in everything. “It’s wonderful! Is this really all ours?” He turned wide eyes on Graham. “It’s so big. We can fit a small pack of our own in it.”
Graham grinned ear-to-ear. “This isn’t all of it.” He gestured toward the two rooms in the back. “There’s more. Come and see.” He held out his hand and tugged his mate toward the first one.
Throwing open the door, he waved inside. “This can be a storage and craft room for now, but it will be a good bedroom for Grace when she’s old enough. And a few more pups can easily follow her inside when the time comes.” His groin tightened at the mere mention of siring more pups because it meant mounting his mate again. It had been a few weeks and he was struggling with the abstinence.
Before Tripp could utter any words to go with his expression of amazement, Graham brought him over to the other room. As he opened the door, he pulled his mate fully into it.
“Our bed!” Tripp broke free and raced over to sit on the edge of the one piece of furniture that had been put into their new home. He bounced once. “You had it brought here.”
“Sure.” Graham wandered over, pushing aside the thoughts that popped into his head at the sight of his mate right where he wanted him. “We can sleep here tonight. My father will see that the rest of our stuff is brought here before supper and we’ll fill the gaps of what we need with bits and pieces that the pack isn’t using. We’ll get more of our own furniture soon. I promise.”
His mate rewarded him with a wide smile. “It’s perfect. I never dreamt of having a private place of my own. You’ve given me everything my heart desires and more. I love you.” His adorable cheeks pinked at that last statement and he turned his attention to the still sleeping Grace.
Arousal kicked Graham in the balls even as his own heart swelled with emotion. Waiting for night to come to reclaim his mate was suddenly too far in the future. He went to Tripp and carefully raised the sling over the boy’s head. Their pup stirred, pursing her lips and scrunching her face a moment before settling down again. He cradled her with great care and placed a kiss on her downy head. He hadn’t quite lost the irrational fear that he would drop her, but determination to snatch some alone time with his mate gave him confidence.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Don’t move an inch.”
A startled look on Tripp’s face morphed into a coquettish one. “Whatever you say, Graham.”
Graham strode out of the house and over to the nearby one that belonged to his parents. He found his mother knitting by the fireplace.
He held out Grace to her. “Can you watch her please, for a little while?”
Putting down her knitting, his mother plucked Grace from his arms with the deftness of an experienced mother. “You know I’m happy to, anytime and for as long as you need.” She smiled at her grandpup. “How does Tripp like his new home? I hear you had the bed brought in, at least.”
The knowing tone in her voice caused Graham to blush, something he never did. Damn, and his dick was fighting against his effort to stay under control.
He backed away. “He loves it. We’re going to…ah, measure for drapes. And stuff.” Wincing at his awkwardness, he turned and bolted.
Tripp was right where he’d left him. Or nearly so. Instead of sitting on the edge of the bed, the omega was lying on it, his head propped against a couple of pillows. He looked young and innocent and yet totally wanton at the same time. The sight of what belonged to him made Graham’s entire body tighten. His breathing became more labored and his wolf rose to howl. The answering yip from Tripp’s kicked the arousal up to a painful notch. If he didn’t mount his mate soon, he feared he’d explode.
But he was more than just his base needs. His mate had whelped only a few weeks ago. He needed to take things slowly and carefully. Remnants of his old life still made Tripp susceptible to wanting to please Graham more than care for himself. The omega might not even understand the trauma whelping could inflict on his body. When asked, Cora had assured Graham that mounting was safe now. He wasn’t going to take any chances, however. Besides, there were other ways to pleasure them both. And with the pup safely elsewhere, Tripp might be able to focus better on strengthening their bond.
Graham sat next to Tripp’s hip and placed his hand on the boy’s thigh. “My mother is watching Grace for as long as we need her to.”
Tripp lowered his eyelids to a sultry degree. “Our pup won’t need feeding for a few more hours yet. It’s been so long since we’ve been alone.” He ran his tongue along his lower lip. “Do you want me?”
Graham barked out a laugh. “Always, baby. Desperately so.” He slid his hand up to cup the obvious bulge beneath Tripp’s cotton pants. “You want me, too.” He pressed his thumb into his mate’s balls and was rewarded with a low moan.
