Page 23 of Blooming for His Omega

My stomach growled and we laughed. “Let’s eat and then show me,” I suggested.

“That I can do.”

We ate in a hurry. I rubbed my feet up and down his legs while we ate, knowing it drove him crazy.

“By the time I get inside you, I’ll be ready to blow,” he growled, getting up from the table. We hadn’t finished eating but I couldn’t wait any longer. And clearly, neither could he.

We stripped on the way to the bedroom. Zion picked me up with his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto the bed. “Get inside me already,” I begged.

“No. I’m taking care of my omega first.”

He enveloped the length of me all at once. I cried out his name and jerked off the bed. His firm hands pinned my legs down as he bobbed up and down on my cock, fucking me with his mouth. All the anticipation that day had built up and in seconds, my balls tightened, and I shot cum into his throat with a long moan of ecstasy.

“On your knees, omega mine.”

On all fours had become a favorite position since my belly had gotten so big. I did as he said and crawled farther on the bed and got on my hands and knees, swaying my ass a bit, begging him to get inside me.

He teased me with the head of his cock at my entrance, testing my slick. “Alpha, please,” I whined and with a chuckle, he slowly pushed himself inside me. The sensation so strong and intense that I nearly came a second time before he was all the way sheathed.

He rocked his hips, pumping inside me until only a few minutes later, he came hard, growling out my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. After that, we lay together.

“Alpha,” I said.

“What is it, Cicek?” he teased, playfully slapping my ass.

“I’m ready for apple pie now.”

He laughed heartily, throwing his head back. “And I thought I was the one who had an insatiable appetite.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Zion

The rest of the house had been ready before we moved in, but we’d kept the nursery to take care of when we were settled. And, unfortunately, that meant it kept getting pushed off since we were both so busy at work and tended to spend our free time in more enjoyable pursuits. But as my omega grew larger, a sense of urgency overtook him. He bustled around the house whenever we were home, cleaning, picking at unseen dust specks, and reorganizing drawers. Quinn called it nesting and said it was very common among pregnant omegas coming close to their due date.

It was a real change, since he’d been exhausted for quite some time, but no sign of that showed now. “Alpha, I need you to get down some fresh sheets so we can change the bed.”

We’d changed it the day before, and nothing was going to get changed unless I could focus all that energy and soon. Walking down the hallway, the open door to the nursery caught my attention. There were bags of clothes and boxes holding furniture we needed to get out and put together. The zero-fume paint and things needed to apply it stood in a corner.

“Hey, omega. Come here,” I called. “I found something we need to take care of.”

He came huffing down the hallway, a duster and cleaning cloth in one hand and a bottle of the homemade vinegar cleaner we had switched to in the other. “What is it? Something is dirty?”

I stepped out of the doorway and waved inside. “Something is incomplete. We have an entire nursery here in kit form, and a baby due soon.”

Cicek paled. “How did we let this get away from us? We have to get started right now, or the baby will be sleeping on the floor.”

To be fair, that would never happen. Even if we didn’t already have the bassinet set up in our bedroom where the baby would sleep for some time, we were not about to leave our child on the floor. But since my point was trying to distract my omega from silly tasks that did not need doing and refocus him on what we did need to do, I did not point that out.

I followed him into the nursery and we organized how we wanted to get things done. Together, we prepped the walls and I did the painting. It only took one coat for the pastel yellow to cover the ugly off-white likely in every house in the area. And then I lured my omega into the bedroom for a little nap and cuddle while it dried.

After dinner that night, he was anxious to get started again, so we returned and picked up the next part of the job—assembling the furniture. For a fee, the store would have done this task, but when we bought it a few months before, we’d asked one another questions like, How hard could it be? Half an hour into working on the crib, I understood the smirk on the sales clerk’s face when we declined the service. But I eventually had it completed, and Cicek checked every bit of it for sturdiness and pronounced it acceptable.

My omega was not able to get down on the floor and help, instead working on folding all the clothing and blankets and little adorable things preparatory to placing them in the dresser as I got each drawer put together. We had selected a light wood that looked very nice against the yellow walls, I thought, once I had finished with the last of the furnishings. At least the glider hadn’t had to be put together. I had managed to bruise myself no fewer than five times in the process of assembling all the rest, however, and I was ready to relax.

“Would you like to come and have a treat, omega?” He had been all about a bedtime snack lately. “I baked some cookies this afternoon, and you can dunk them in milk.” Some people were horrified by dunkers, but that was because they had never seen my adorable omega dipping a cookie into a tall, cold glass of milk then eating it, beaming the whole time. He looked more like a happy little boy than a man about to give birth to a child of his own.

“I’m not sure.”

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