Page 32 of The Accidental Assassin's Mate

“It is. Can’t you see the torture you’re putting me through.”

He had one of my big T-shirts on and a pair of stretchy pants lent to him by one of the other omegas. Paternity clothes were in no short supply around here. We had all kinds of omegas in various states of pregnancy and postpartum stages.

His pants revealed exactly what he needed.

“After this, you promise to go and rest?” I asked, reaching for his waistband and tugging gently.

“Depends on how tired I am.”

“Greedy omega. That’s what you are.” I tugged his pants down, and his cock bobbed free of the restraint.

“Please, alpha. I am so hungry for you.”

“You’re always hungry for me lately.”

He pulled his shirt off quickly. “And somehow you are still attracted to me. Even with this growing belly.”

“You’re damned right I am. Do you need me inside you, omega?”

Raven nodded.

“Stand up and let me sit. I have an idea.”

I took off all my clothes and helped him up. My cock was already swollen and ready for my mate. “Turn your back to me, omega. Ride me.”

My mate gasped but turned around and, after some finagling, finally speared himself. We both groaned in absolute pleasure, me from his tight, slick channel and him with the gratification of being filled up, just like he wanted. “Oh goddess, Sutton.”

I gripped his hips, pressing my fingertips into his flesh. He reached up and caressed his pecs. I lifted his body and then let him down slowly, torturing us both in the process. Once hetook over, bobbing up and down, I reached around his body and stroked his dick. He was always so ready for me, even more now, with his body swelling with our child.

It wasn’t long before we climaxed together. He cried out my name over and over, I was sure that the team over in the other compound could hear us.

Not that I gave a damn.

I helped him get to our bedroom and, after sharing another shower where we got anything but clean, I asked him to take a nap.

He complied, but I had to persuade him with pancakes for dinner.

Silly omega. I would’ve made them for him anyway.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Raven

Peeling potatoes wasn’t my favorite thing in the world before joining this team of vigilantes as they sometimes referred to themselves. But the other omegas and I called them heroes.

They didn’t have to save us. They chose to. They were all smart, capable, and strong alphas in their own ways, and they chose to dedicate their lives to saving those unable to help themselves.

Heroes, for sure.

But now, looking down at my enormous belly, I realized the simple things were the best ones. Peeling potatoes for a cowboy casserole supper to feed a massive number of omegas and alphas and all the children we took care of was good work. Our work here would reverberate through their generations. And especially mine.

I watched my hunk of a bear waltz in, taking up most of the doorway with his massive frame. His gaze scanned the large kitchen and dining area, landing on me. The instant smile on his face warmed my chest. Goddess, how did I get so damned lucky?

“I thought you were supposed to be resting, love?” He leaned down to place a kiss on my temple.

“I am. See?” I moved my legs. My feet were propped up, which made it awkward to turn to the side for peeling the potatoes, but omegas made things like this work. We had to.

“I see that. Can I take over? I’m done for the day, and I’ve missed you.”

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