Page 8 of Saving His Omega
There was no doubt that Tripp’s other mate had made no effort to keep from hurting the omega, let alone trying to satisfy him during mounting. Graham had approached the mating knowing that he had to go slowly and make it good for the boy. It had been hard, though. The mere sight of Tripp’s naked body had made him crazy with need. He’d been prepared to take as long as necessary to make the omega ready for him. It was a surprise when Tripp had soaked up even the smallest caress and clearly reveled in it. There was no need to spend as much time as he’d assumed. It was a sign that Tripp wasn’t as damaged as he’d feared and that was a welcome relief.
Tripp stiffened for a moment as Graham snuggled against him and wrapped an arm around his belly. The response didn’t last long—another good sign. With a fluttering of his eyes, Tripp signaled that he was awake. He opened them and stared at the point where he was being held. It was obvious that he didn’t dare look at Graham and wasn’t going to say anything unprompted.
That was okay. It was Graham’s duty to ease the awkwardness between them. “How are you feeling?”
Tripp took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Um, good?”
Graham couldn’t help smiling. “Are you asking me or telling me. Be honest, now.”
Tripp nodded. “Good. It was…nice. The mounting. It didn’t hurt, so thank you.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t have to thank me for that. It’s my responsibility to bring you enjoyment, and there’s not supposed to be any pain. Your body is designed to welcome mine. It simply needs the right stimulation.”
Tripp gnawed at his lower lip. “Other than when I was in heat, I guess, I’ve never… I mean that was the first time…”
Graham pressed a kiss to his mate’s temple. Gods, it was weird to think of himself as having a mate. “From now on, it will happen every time.”
Tripp glanced at him with a dubious look but didn’t question him. Of course not. This omega had been well-trained to keep his mouth shut. Graham needed to be patient in teaching him different lessons.
The pup moved, a ripple beneath Graham’s palm. He barked out a laugh. “Wow, that was something. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a pup move like that. Does it hurt?”
Tripp shook his head. “Sometimes, like when it kicks my bladder. Usually not, although it took some getting used to the idea that another shifter lives inside me. Now, I can’t imagine the pup not being there.”
“It will be out soon. I can’t wait, actually.”
Tripp glanced at him again, this time with wide eyes. “Are you going to let me keep it?”
The question was so unexpected, it took Graham a second to understand what his mate was asking. “Of course you can keep the pup. Why would you think otherwise?”
Tripp clutched at the edge of the comforter covering them. “Because you’re not the sire. If you give it to someone else, my milk with dry up and I’ll go into heat again. Then you can fill me with your seed.”
“Oh, baby.” Graham gathered the boy up in his arms as much as the bulk of the pup would allow. “This is going to beourpup. I will love it as my own. If you believe nothing else I’ve said, please believe that.”
Tripp nodded. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. Graham hugged him even tighter and made soothing noises. His wolf yipped to console the boy, as well.
There was still no answer.
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Tripp wiggled his hips to find a more comfortable position. It was nearly impossible given how advanced his pregnancy was. He had an advantage now, though, that he hadn’t had before. The Green Mountain Pack made human furniture which included the chair he currently sat in. The back of it tilted when he pushed a lever and a footrest popped up under his legs. The angle, along with the thick cushions gave him a lovely resting place. And it was located in the craft shed, so he was surrounded by sigmas weaving, sewing, quilting and knitting. Carol had led him in there after breakfast, giving him yarn in a beautiful pale green color and a crocheting needle. It was his best skill and he’d missed not being able to do it during the long months on the run with Blake. With money tight, he hadn’t wanted to ask his brother to spend any of it on something unnecessary. Now that he was in a pack again, he could focus on the tasks he’d been taught as a pup.
Not that he was being allowed to do much. Graham had told his mother that Tripp wasn’t permitted to do anything strenuous and he was to rest whenever he felt the need. Sitting in this marvelous chair and making a blanket for the coming pup fit those requirements, plus he really enjoyed doing it. Once he whelped, he could show his new mate and pack how beneficial he could be. Popping out pups was not enough of a job as far as he was concerned. It didn’t even seem like work now that he knew mounting could be pleasurable. His cheeks warmed at the memories of what his mate had done to him. He couldn’t help wondering if it would happen again that night. He didn’t dare ask Graham. The beta had been kind and gentle with him, but Tripp didn’t want to press the man on anything until he understood his limits better.
Carol came over. “Wow, that’s some progress.”
“Thank you. I’m fast.” Tripp held up the half-completed pup blanket and peered at it. There were no mistakes. He couldn’t help smiling. “Thank you again for allowing me to do this.”
Carol waved her hand. “No thanks are necessary, Tripp. We’re all here to support you and it’s great to see how much skill you have. And you say you can work a loom?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Tripp patted his belly. “I think I can manage it even with this sticking out.”
“Sorry, but Graham wouldn’t like that. It’s too strenuous. There will be time enough for you to take on one of the looms once the pup has whelped.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you.” He didn’t bother arguing about his ability to work the loom now. It wasn’t his decision and he had no intention of antagonizing his new mate. He went back to the chain row he’d started, then stopped again as Blake stepped into the shed.
His brother grinned and went over to Carol, probably to ask permission to come inside. At her nod, he continued over to Tripp and stood much as Carol had, scrutinizing the blanket. “Is that for the pup?”
Tripp nodded. “Although I don’t have much time, I’m hoping to make a few things for it. Carol showed me all the pack’s communal clothing and bedding, but I’d like to make some especially for my pup. Graham’s pup,” he amended because pups belonged to their sires most of all. At least they did by the rules of his old pack. “He says I can raise it.”
