Page 44 of His Prodigal Alpha

“Huh?” I asked, bewildered as my brain tried to process far too many conflicting concepts. “Ropes? Why?”

“I mean, he’s an honest-to-God cowboy,” Ollie answered, as if that explained anything. “Please tell me his roping skills carry over to the bedroom.”

It was a testament to how exhausted I was that I hadn’t explored this theory already. I had actually thought about it once or twice, but I’d never brought it up with Rex. Not even after I’d mused about how much I’d enjoyed him taking charge and being more dominant.

However, despite my near-constant fatigue and aching back, my cock perked up at the flood of images suddenly whooshing through my brain, encouraged by my friend voicing those same previously glossed-over fantasies.

I shifted in my seat and swallowed. “We, uh, we haven’t really gotten kinky yet.”

Ollie looked horrified, dramatically clutching non-existent pearls as he gasped, “That’s a crime, Day. An actual crime.”

I pointed at the basketball I appeared to be smuggling undermy sweater. “Do you remember being like this?”

“Yeah,” Ollie shrugged, “and I was horny all the time. Like…allthe time. I needed Beck’s knot practically lodged in me permanently.”

It was strange to think that we’d only known each other a month, considering how candid we were with each other. But being the only two omegas to turn up pregnant in a few hundred years made for a unique bonding experience, I supposed, and I’d never exactly been prudish.

I nodded. “Yeah, I can relate to that. But I’m also the size of a house and I can’t lie on my front…” Letting out a huge sigh, I lifted my hands at my sides in a ‘what can you do?’ kind of gesture. “What’s he gonna do? Hog tie me sideways?”

Even though I was joking, I did feel another thrill of pure arousal shoot through my veins at the idea of being tied up and completely at Rex’s mercy.

“Or break out the shibari patterns? Get on your knees on the mattress and experiment. Build up a wall of pillows to support the bump if you have to. Oh!” Ollie whipped out his phone and tapped at the screen with a manic energy before he let out a quiet “ah ha!” and then turned the device to face me.

Staring at the picture on the screen, it took me a moment to work out what I was looking at. It was like one of those inflatable pool loungers, quite thick, with a large hole in the middle, a rectangular hole just above that, and then another face-sized hole near the top of the device.

“You stick your belly in the hole,” Ollie said with excitement, as though I hadn’t just cottoned on to his idea, “and then you can lie on your front again. “Lena said she bought one for her sister-in-law for Christmas.” He turned his phone back around and looked at the screen wistfully. “I wish I’d knownabout these things when I was pregnant.”

“Maybe next time, then,” I teased.

Still looking at his screen, he nodded. “Maybe I’ll just borrow yours.”

“I’m not—”

“Too late; I’m clicking buy now.”

“—buying one.” I finished lamely, shaking my head. “Where are your rugrats, anyway?”

“Beck’s got them.” Ollie grinned. “He’s got a council meeting and he’s convinced that he can use their cuteness to distract the others from going off on their tangents or arguing over nonsense. I’m imagining total chaos.”

“Which is why you’re hiding out here instead of hanging out in your own house?”

His grin turned wicked. “How else will he learn?”

I was still laughing when the front door opened and a stranger walked in. Ollie and I seemed to scent him at the same time, both of us straightening as the now-familiar scent of dragon registered.

The man walking across the room to come and stand in front of my desk was completely unassuming at first glance. He was tall and lean, with short brown hair and a smattering of freckles over his long face. His eyes were a murky sort of blue, and everything about him seemed sharp, even his smile.

“Hello,” he greeted us stiffly. “I’m looking for the Weldman family. I was told I’d find them here.”

Ollie climbed off his perch on the side of my desk and turned to face the guy properly. He smiled back but jutted his chin upwards in challenge. As the Pack Alpha’s mate, he was more defensive of our town than almost anyone else. “This is the best place to find them, yes. And you are…?”

The stranger’s lips twitched with a hint of amusement. “Forgive me, my manners are always shocking after a long flight.” He held out his hand, “Dexter Burnside.”

Ollie’s defensive countenance changed to excitement in a blink as he took Dexter’s proffered hand. “Oh, the infamous Dexter! Welcome to Shifters Sanctuary. I’m Ollie.”

“Ah, yes, the one bonded to the first alpha in centuries,” Dexter cocked his head, looking Ollie up and down. “You bounced back well after the baby?”

“Babies,” Ollie corrected, seemingly completely unfazed at what I thought was a kind of rude appraisal. “And yeah, I think I have.” He shrugged. “Mostly.”

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