Page 17 of Such a Brave Omega

“Omega, I would do anything for you. But right at this moment, I wanted to talk about something very personal in mylife and see if it lines up at all with yours.” We’d skirted the topic far too long. “I’m a daddy. Do you know what that means?”

His head lifted, a smile curling the edges of his lips. “Depends. It could mean you have young somewhere with an omega and wanted to tell me about that because…well I don’t know why, but you did.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

He let out a puff of air. “Then it means you are someone who enjoys age play and might want to have an omega who is also a little.”

“Yes, and some things you’ve chosen and some ways you’ve behaved have made me dare to think that you might be…could be…” Now that the moment had come, all my big communication skills were going straight to hell. Imagine if I stood in front of a judge and stammered like that. I’d be laughed out of court. I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, the laughter I’d been thinking of was rippling from the omega.

“Alpha, you have found yourself saddled with not only an injured omega but a little who has spent every minute since he opened his eyes in the hospital to see his rescuer still there at his side pretty sure you are the daddy of my dreams.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” I chuckled. “I know. Why didn’t I? But we are talking now, and if you keep using your words to say things like that, you’re going to be stuck with the daddy with the swollen head—and not the one I hope you’re also interested in.”

“I’m interested in everything about you, but I need you to know I am not really an experienced little. Oh, my ex treated me like a child sometimes, but not in a good way. More like, I was his inferior and needed to be reminded of that on a daily basis.”

“I really want to kill him.” Maybe our wolves could battle. Not over the omega but over the alpha’s terrible behavior. “Andwe can talk about that anytime, as long as you know I am not of that opinion in any way, shape, or form. You are a handsome, funny, smart omega gifted with a resilience and bravery few can ever aspire to.”

“Wow. You make me sound like a superhero. I hope you don’t expect me to fly anywhere tonight or anything.”

“Actually, I thought you might like to visit the club, if you’re not too busy.”

He grinned and leaned in to rest his head on my shoulder. “I think I can clear my calendar. What did you have in mind at this kinky sex club place I’ve been reading so much about online?”

“You’ll have to come along and see.”

When he asked what to wear, I suggested casual clothing, since he’d just be taking a tour. “If you like it, we can always shop for club wear for you later.”

“A club and shopping?” He batted his eyelashes at me. “I may be a gold digger yet.”

No, he never ever would, but as I showered getting ready for our evening, I was both nervous and excited. Mixing the club I’d put so much effort into, with the omega I was falling hard for had the potential to be the very best night of my life. Or not…

Chapter Sixteen

Tate

I don’t know what I expected from the club. There were no photos online, and the reason became clear when we entered and someone stationed at the front desk took others’ phones and locked them way, giving them a receipt to pick it up on the way out. I started to ask if they were going to also take Bronson’s, but a glance at his amused expression shut that question down. Although everyone else who passed through while we were in the foyer handed over their device, my alpha was one of the club owners. He was not subject to the rules so much as responsible for enforcing them.

We’d spent so much time talking before we came that it was getting rather late when we arrived. “We will take the nickel tour,” he said, sliding his arm around my waist and bringing me in to his side. “Just to give you a taste and a chance to get a first impression. Okay?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve never been anywhere like this, and I don’t even know how to behave.” What if I made a fool of myself and embarrassed this important male in his place of business. During the day, he was an up-and-coming attorney, but he’d invested in this business that, from what I’d read in the online photo-less articles, Bronson’s club was rapidly becoming one of the best known of its type in the area. He had told me they did no advertising, since it was a members-and-guests-only place, but it seemed they didn’t need it.

“You have very nice manners, my sweet boy, and I am sure you know courtesy carries over every situation. I will introduce you to people and let you know how they are to be addressed as we go. For example, we are about to ‘accidentally’ cross paths with Master Talon. One of my closest friends, even if he doeshave a propensity to have too much interest in other people’s love lives.”

“I heard that.” The tall, broad-shouldered man in black from head to toe approached us and gave me a friendly smile. “So you are Tate. We’ve heard a lot about you around here.”

“You have?” Startled, I glanced at Bronson, who arched one imperious brow. “I mean, you have, Master Talon?”

“He’s learning.” The dom nodded approvingly. “I take it that since you are both dressed in jeans and comfortable shoes, you are here to observe rather than scene?”

“Yes, it’s Tate’s first time in a club like ours and I’m showing him around.” He took my hand in his. “Everything going well tonight?”

“As always. But if you have work to do, I could be a tour guide for your omega?”

“Yeah, and that wouldn’t cause you any problems with yours.” They exchanged a few more remarks before we parted ways and began a very casual stroll through the main area—or at least I assumed from the large room filled with people that it was—of the club. There were all kinds of things going on, a lot of which were what I’d heard called “impact play,” and were not something I would like to partake in.

What would make a daddy want to invest in something like this unless it was for profit, which would be understandable. But while I was impressed and a little awed by all the people I saw around us and what they were up to, I wasn’t sure I’d want to come again.

“So, what do you think so far?” Bronson asked after finishing a conversation with a woman wearing a corset so tight it nearly cut her in half. The whole time they spoke, she’d kept up a rhythmic thudding of some kind of leather-tailed tool with a wooden handle against a bound woman’s back. “It’s really something, isn’t it?”

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