Page 16 of Blooming for His Omega

In my case, I’d had a pretty smooth road, going to college to study business, taking some classes in culinary arts, working for others in the food industry, and starting my business. Sure, there had been bumps in the road because of life. I’d dated but never considered anyone I’d met my mate, so it was never going to be more than casual. Some jobs were better than others, friends came and went… But the moment Cicek arrived to take over his late uncle’s business, I knew he was my mate. I had a date that night, in fact, and canceled it right away.

My mate may or may not accept me, but now that we had connected, there would never be anyone else.

Cicek had a rough previous relationship who he referred to as a mate, and I wasn’t sure I believed there could be two true mates for a person, but I never doubted that this omega was mine. And I’d held out, tried not to push things…kept them on a level where he was comfortable. Frankly, I’d rather be a friend to my mate and see him every day than have him disappear out of my life because I couldn’t accept his preference not to have another alpha.

All these were the reasons not to climb into bed with him and kiss every inch of his body. Reasons not to allow him to slide down and take his cock in my mouth and lick and suck and nibble at it until he arched his hips and screamed my name. He fisted the covers, white-knuckled, but I didn’t let up. Not now. He vibrated between my lips, his taste salty and sweet, a precursor to the cum I was going to swallow down.

Looking up his body, I saw that his belly wasn’t quite flat; he was showing a bump that was even more of a turn-on. His head was thrown back, but I could see his lips moving in a repeat of “More, more. Don’t stop.”

Like I would.

Reaching down, I found his balls and cupped them, dandled them in my palm in a gentle massage. He tensed, released the covers, and fisted my hair instead. The sting of his tugging went right to my cock. And then went rigid. He was coming, filling my mouth and throat with thick silkiness. I kept swallowing until he relaxed under me, his muscles limp.

Rising, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and felt his hole with the other. Slickness greeted my touch. “So much slick, omega.” Fitting the head of my cock to his hole, I thrust forward and shuddered as his body welcomed me. Tight, so hot, already trying to milk me dry.

But it wasn’t going to happen that fast. I wanted this first time to last. I’d waited forever to get here, and I had no guarantee it would ever happen again. Which was why I ignored my bear’s demand to mark him. That would come later, when he was in a mind space to make that decision. But what he was offering now was more than I ever expected, and when I was all the way in, I stopped. Waiting. Gathering myself. My self-control stretched thin.

“Please, alpha, I need…need…”

“Yes, omega, I know.” I moved then, slowly at first, trying to hold back, but soon that was not a possibility. Letting my body take over, I drove in and pulled back, feeling every inch of his tightness on every inch of me. All too fast, my balls pulled tight and I poured into his body, the milking real now. And then my knot swelled, binding us together for a time. The moment for marking, and my bear was inside fighting for it, but no. That would be a taking of control, everything he did not want. So I just pulled him tight against me and rolled to the side, kissing his throat instead of biting.

When my knot shrank, we stayed together and never rolled apart the whole night.

It was enough for now.

And more than I had any right to expect.

Chapter Sixteen

Cicek

Raising my arms above my head, I stretched, immediately noticing a few things. Zion’s sheets were softer than mine. My legs swished against them while I took inventory of all my achy places.

A wave of nausea hit me, making me groan. Being nauseated was the worst. I was hungry, but my stomach had been protesting against anything other than crackers and Zion’s homemade food for the last couple of days.

Longer than a few days, but before, I’d simply not eat until Zion brought me something.

“Crackers are on the nightstand. I got up earlier and put them there with your water.”

His voice stirred a million emotions within me. But things had definitely changed after last night. We hadn’t had sex. We had made love.

Everything I knew to be true about Zion, he showed me last night.

He had been caring and attentive. He asked me questions and paid solid attention to my answers. He touched me where I craved his touch. He kissed me in a way that made me warm inside and out. Every second with him felt like I was loved.

And while those feelings of love had been pushed to the forefront, it did nothing to make the other ones waiver.

“How? I’m usually a light sleeper,” I answered, opening my eyes to both the sun and the sweet bear next to me. Our pajama pants had been discarded on the floor along with our boxers.

“Well, you weren’t this morning. I even mixed up a banana bread and put it in the oven.”

I rolled over right into his hold. He kissed my lips gently, and then the kiss became more heated. I loved the feel of his body next to mine. We fit together perfectly.

“Did you happen to make coffee?” I asked and tried to pull away as peskier thoughts wiggled their way to the front and center of my mind.

“Omega.” His voice deepened. “I made coffee, but why are you pulling away? And don’t tell me it’s for the coffee. Talk to me, little hedgehog.”

I sighed and lay against his bare chest. He growled down deep. Not a growl of anger but one of contentment. My animal felt the peace and happiness through his bond with Zion’s bear. “I’m afraid.”

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