Page 27 of A Home for His Omega

Tomás felt a moment of panic. “It’s too soon, right? I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”

“Too late.” Henry’s eyes watered. “It was too late for me the day I met you. I think I’d like to have a house full of pets and kids that needed me. Everyone deserves love. Just like Journey, Columbo, and Sophie. Like me.” He cupped Tomás’s face in his hands. “Like you.”

Tomás leaned over and buried his face against Henry’s neck, nibbling his way down to Henry’s shoulder. “I love you. Let’s build that home full of love together.”

“Okay, I’m pausing the show. No way I can concentrate when you say and do things like that.”

Tomás chuckled, then licked and nipped Henry’s neck while one hand stroked the omega’s dick.

Henry moaned and sank back on the couch. “I can’t imagine a home without you in it.”

Tomás kissed him softly, then pushed the blanket back. “Can I taste you?”

“Fuck, yes.” Henry fumbled as he undid his pants and slid them down his legs. “Absolutely. Please and thank you.” He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind the couch.

Tomás trailed his lips down Henry’s smooth chest, one hand kneading the muscles like a cat. He bit a nipple, then licked it before doing the same to the other one. He took his time pressing kisses to Henry’s soft stomach.

When his mouth reached Henry’s dick, Tomás hummed in pleasure. His omega had a beautiful body. He sat up and started working Henry’s dick, licking his lips when he saw precum drip from the tip.

He leaned down and swallowed the head, sucking gently, while he stroked the rest of Henry’s hard length. Steadily, he took more and more of Henry’s dick in his mouth, sucking hard as he went.

Henry gently cupped Tomás’s head as he panted. Tomás looked up, enjoying the sight of his omega’s face, flushed with arousal.

Tomás pressed his own erection against the couch cushion, hips moving in rhythm with his strokes. He worked Henry’s dick for a while, then moved onto his balls, sucking first one, then the other into his mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Henry’s grip on his head tightened, then he came, spurting cum between them. Henry barely closed his eyes in time.

Henry panted as he grabbed a napkin from the nearby coffee table. He wiped at Tomás’s face. “I’m so sorry, love. I lost control.”

Tomás grinned. “No apology needed. That was exactly what I wanted.

Henry

Two weeks later, Henry stood in front of the Grand Ballroom of The Pierre, Tomás at his side. The opulent room shimmered brightly, decorated to perfection. The polished sheen of wealth lay over everything, making Henry’s stomach dip. This was a world he was familiar with. Beautiful perfection on the outside, icy disdain on the inside.

His papa held a huge charity ball every year. Last year, Henry had managed to avoid it, but this year would be different. There was no reason to avoid anything or anyone.

“What do you think?” He squeezed Tomás’s hand. His alpha looked around in amazement. Tomás fit the scenery in his new, perfectly tailored tux and slicked back hair.

“Fancy,” Tomás said, shrugging. He smiled at Henry. “I like that chandelier. I think I could make one that big.”

Henry snickered. “Where would we put it? It wouldn’t fit in either of our houses.”

“Finally, you’re here.” Teague gave him a desperate look. “When can we leave?”

Sam sighed and grabbed his husband’s arm. “We haven’t even met Henry’s papa yet. We haven’t met anyone. You need to talk to at least ten people before I’ll let you leave. We came all this way, so you can at least do that.”

The two men looked sharp in their tuxes. Audrey had done a good job picking out their clothes, even if the four of them were dressed the same as every other man in the room. Sometimes Henry wished he had the flexibility in dressing that Audrey did with these events.

“There’s Papa.” Henry said, already tired. He wanted to take Tomás and go back to their room. They could lock the world away and order room service.

Milton Powell practically glowed. Surrounded by society’s wealthiest, he was in his element. The older omega was trim with rich brown hair and steel gray eyes.

His husband of the moment, Rinaldo Agosti, stood beside him, a handsome accessory. Henry’s papa had married three times after his divorce with Dennis Powell. However, he had kept the Powell name through it all and wore it like a badge of honor.

“You boys clean up nicely.” Audrey gracefully came to a stop in front of them, a glass of champagne in her hand. She wore a black, sequined Balmain gown and her favorite set of diamonds.

It took him a moment to notice that her smile was brittle, tears shimmering in her eyes.

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