Page 36 of Rome's Mate: Hunted Omegas

“I was there when the goddess of the Dark Night cursed omegas. When it first happened, I was sure it was to make sure that we never found a mate or had a family. I doubt those very thoughts now. Luna didn’t just make you an omega so that I could have a mate. You could have been an alpha or a beta, as if I would care as long as you were mine. Instead, she made you an omega. The end or so we’re told. Omega the last letter of the Greek alphabet. The end is the furthermost or the extreme point of something.”

“I think that Luna blessed you. That’s why you can sense hunters nearby even if they aren’t coming after you. I can sense a hunter focused on you, but I never sensed one outside of that.”

“Well, get ready.” She was thinking of how she unknowingly tapped into Rome’s alpha voice. “I could be wrong, but I think we’re going to share power.”

He allowed that to roll over his head and slide off. If it happened, they would face a new learning curve. For now, there was something different he wanted to share. He pulled Amelia down and gave her a sweet kiss. Their love making was hot and frantic even after her heat passed. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and she felt that same about him. Still, there was a part of him that wanted slow and sweet.

He kissed her; it was gentle as he tasted her mouth, taking over but giving her the same chance to explore and taste his mouth. His hands moved down her body in a slow pattern, taking his time to explore every inch of skin under his hands. Then he sent his tongue to lick her and his teeth to nip her. Hescented her skin, committing every inch to memory. When he got down to her sweet breasts, he stopped, amazed at the bounty she carried. They were just the right size, and he loved feeling them underneath his fingers and her nipples in his mouth.

“I love everything about you, from your white hair to your kick-ass ability to save children and everything in between.”

Amelia’s heart beat faster. Her mate loved her; beyond that, he didn’t think she was an abomination or a killer with a taste for blood. He understood her need to protect those who had been singled out for no reason but the circumstances of their birth. She might have cried, but Rome took one of her nipples into his mouth, worshiping it. A breathy moan came out as one hand went to the back of his head, holding him in place, and the other went to his back, tracing the muscles she loved to play with.

“Rome.” She wanted more, hot and fast.

“Nice and easy, baby, slow and tender.” The sound of Rome’s voice relaxed her even as she strived for the ultimate freedom, only he could give her.

Her hands roamed his body as he worshiped her nipples and breasts. The feeling of him lying there made her want to scream. He was heavy, but it made her feel safe. Like, no hunter or even Dark Night could hurt her as long as Rome was protecting her. Her back arched as he kissed down her body before turning her over. She took her time moving up and down on him, caressing and kissing every inch of his skin. She loved looking into his eyes; they were golden, and his wolf was close to the surface. Her fingers caressed his arms, and she could feel the short black fur of his wolf.

It was a heady feeling to know she was making love to both. Her pussy rubbed against his cock, encouraging him to make love to her.

“You’re so greedy.” His voice was deeper, driving her wild. She wanted to feel him pounding deep into her until she lost her mind, and then his knot would seal them together.

“Make love to me.” He lifted her up until his cock was slotted against the opening of her pussy. She placed her hands on his chest, and he let her go. Slow or fast, the ball was in her court now. She started slow, savoring the feeling of being filled by his thick cock. The sensations running through her as he touched every inch of her made her want to howl. Her pussy wept with honey as she felt him rubbing against the sensitive walls.

A growl came from her when she was fully seated on his cock. She met his eyes, silver melding with gold, before she set a fast pace. She lifted and then fell on his cock. He thrust into her every time she lifted. Deep guttural sounds came from Rome. They pushed her to go faster to drive her pussy harder on his cock. His thrusts came faster. Soon she wasn’t sure where she ended, and Rome began. When her orgasm came it took her by surprise, she’d be so focused on the pleasure and giving her mate the same pleasure.

Her head flung back as she screamed to the universe that she reached nirvana. Rome didn’t stop; he kept thrusting until she experienced multiple orgasms. With the last one, he drew her close enough that he bit her, sending her off into another orgasm as he came with a shout. His knot enlarged, tying them together.

Amelia could feel her heart racing and her pussy throbbing around his knot. When she finally reached the ground with no more fireworks going off, if you asked, she’d swear she’d seen an angel or two. Rome made her comfortable on his chest, and she fell asleep knowing she was loved for who she was.

Chapter Twenty

“I want to doa walkabout around the pack lands, maybe run in the forest.” No one had followed them home from the trip to the open mall and the farmer’s market. They’d waited a month, and nothing happened. Now she wanted to become part of this pack and that couldn’t happen with Rome or his brothers following every step she took. The pack was nice to her, but they would have to be with someone watching them interact with her. She wanted to get to know the wolves, find out who she could trust and who she should be wary of.

“Why?” It was the only question Rome asked as she went through her diatribe.

“Because they’re your people, your pack and you love them. They’ll never love me if they don’t get a chance to interact with me. The baby is coming, and I need to know that this pack is mine, not just yours. Our child will want to play with the other children. Ariella will be just a little older than her and I need to trust that when she’s old enough to play with the others or go toschool that I won’t have to worry. I need to believe that this pack is my safety zone.”

She sat down in one of the chairs they bought. There were two in front of the wide window with a table in the middle. The chairs were large and comfy. Rome and his brothers painted the walls a light blue and gave the room lavender accents. She loved it. They got a love seat to go in front of the fireplace for winter nights when they wanted to cuddle there instead of the bed. There was a howling wolf over the bed that reminded her of the one on Rome’s chest. Next to it was a white wolf illuminated in the glow of the moon. She almost cried when he hung it. No amount of pressure would persuade him to tell her where he got it.

“Not the forest. I know you’ll be safe wherever you are on pack lands, but the thought of you twisting an ankle or getting lost and I can’t lay eyes on you.” His shoulders tensed and she hurried across the room to hug him.

“No forest unless you’re with me. When this is over, you can show the whole forest, so I’ll always know where I am.”

“Stay vigilant. I trust my people, but you’re my mate and I’m a little distrustful of anyone around you.”

“Not your brothers.”

“I trust them with my life and you’re my life.” She understood because she couldn’t see one of them selling the other out. Most of them were found family. Three of them were his brothers and amazingly enough they weren’t Saul or Theron. Those were the two he called upon when it came to dealing with the pack. The others handled different tasks, and each one was happy like it was.

“I’ll be around the pack lands if you need me.” She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

She moved through the hallways that connected Rome’s private space with the rest of the pack house. There were symbols carved deeply into the wood that one of the wolves keptshined. She didn’t know what they were or what they meant. Her time seemed to go so fast with so much happening that she hadn’t gotten around to asking Rome. She was hoping for a day, maybe, after the baby was born to sit back and relax. She laughed at her own foolishness. She hadn’t been allowed around the children, but she watched mothers from afar. The pregnancy was a relaxing time.

“Alpha-mate,” Sheela called out when she got close to the kitchen. “One blueberry muffin for the pregnant wolf and here’s a bottle of juice, blueberry. No soda for you.” Amelia didn’t think they made blueberry juice. If she was right, Sheela made it. Not that she was complaining; blueberries seemed to be her craving, and the juice was better than good.

“Thanks, Sheela, this should hold me over to dinner.” Sheela rolled her eyes because they both knew that wasn’t true.

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