Page 25 of Such a Lovely Omega

“I do.”

We shared an embrace. He wiped away my tears while the waiter served us one of each dessert.

Because we were celebrating.

“How about a movie?” Alex prompted once we were done. We’d overstayed our welcome at the waiter’s table, but I knew my mate would compensate the young man enough for three tables. “There’s that new drive-in. They’re showing some Hitchcock movies.”

“Hmm, not sure I’m in the mood for horror.”

He leaned in. His mouth barely grazed my earlobe. “Then we can sit in my car and not watch the movie at all. I’m sure we will come up with some way to pass the time. Besides, you love movie theater popcorn.”

I did.

“You just want to get lucky in a movie theater.”

He chuckled low and deep, running his hand along my inner thigh. “You have no idea. Come on, it’s a little fantasy of mine.”

“Race you to the car.”

Chapter Twenty

Alex

Making love to my mate at this stage of pregnancy was something I looked forward to every night when I came home. Which was lucky because my mate was very into it. “Keep your hands out of the way, omega, or they could get hurt,” I cautioned. “I can bind them for you, if it will help.” He had finally decided on the safe word pineapple since it seemed unlikely to come up during sex or any other kind of play. “Would you like that?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was tight, tense. “It’s a little scary.”

“But in a good way?” I stroked circles over his cheeks, one then the other. Slow, hypnotic, soothing. “It takes discipline not to try to cover yourself when the spanks start coming hard and fast. And trust that I might hurt but will never harm you.”

“I trust you, alpha. And I earned this.”

“Tell me what you did to earn it.” I continued to rub, warming the skin.

“I put myself down.”

“And?”

“And I continued to do it even after you reminded me a bunch of times.” He braced his hands on the floor.

“I thought you’d stopped but then you did it again.”

He nodded. “Do your worst.”

“Never say that, omega, and always remember your safe word. Understood?”

“Yes, alpha.” He drew in a long, shuddering breath, and let it out. “Do your best, then.” His belly cradled in my lap helped his bottom to stick up higher. So sexy.

He could make me laugh in even the most intense moments, but when the stroking stopped and the spanking began, his cock was rock hard against my thigh, his breathing harsh, and he never once spoke his safe word.

West’s reddening ass cheeks had me every bit as hard, the heat under my palm growing, the slick tracing down his leg more than a sign that he was ready for me. He liked this, loved it. “Omega, you were born for me.”

His hands stayed on the floor, his bottom still lifted toward me, and I parted his cheeks and tested his hole, the slick allowing my fingers to glide inside.

Normally, I would spank a lot longer, but this omega’s unspoken pleas would never go unanswered, and I stood him up, unzipped my pants, and released my cock, then sat him on it. The swollen head passed his tight muscle ring with ease, and he sank down, engulfing me by inches until I was balls deep inside him. We moved faster and faster, and I reached between us and gripped his cock, jerking him firmly until he spilled on my lap and the scent reached my nose, driving me wild. With a roar, I stood and flipped him over onto the bed, somehow managing to stay connected. Three fast thrusts, and my cum poured into his body, my knot swelling. “I’m going to mark you tonight.” We were acknowledged mates, but we’d never done this important thing. This critical thing. “If you permit me.”

“Please mark me, alpha.” He let his head fall to the side. “I want to wear your brand.”

“My pleasure.” My fangs lowered, and I inhaled his scent. Arousal overwhelmed even the fragrance that told me he carried my child. Our child. “Mine.” My fangs pierced his skin, and the salty, coppery tang of blood filled my mouth. I swallowed before lapping the wound closed and arranging us in a comfortable position to wait out my knot that was showing no signs of abating. What if it never did?

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