Page 17 of Such a Delicious Omega

“It’s okay.” I walked to the bathroom and used the facilities. His bathroom was pristine. Even the faucet gleamed.

“Here,” he said after I got out and shut off the light behind me. “Some water.”

We stood there, facing each other. The light shone behind him, making him seem ethereal. I wholeheartedly expected wings to appear behind him—some wickedly sexy angel. “Good morning,” I said after taking a few sips. “What time is it?”

We were naked, our cocks jutting out between us. Flashbacks of the night before fluttered through my mind. The spanking display. The way he’d held me, gripping me tighter with each impact of the other couple. His hot breaths on the back of my neck.

I hadn’t realized spanking could be so erotic but with Samuel, it was scorching hot to view—I would bet even sexier to experience.

“About seven. What are you thinking about?” he asked, stepping toward me, our swords crossing in the most delicious way.

“Last night. That was one hell of a display.”

He nodded, and his gaze dipped to my lips. “Perhaps one day, it will be you and me. I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

He hadn’t spanked me with anything but his hand. And while he was strong and I felt the sting of his palm against my ass more than once, it was nothing compared to the pleasure it brought with it. “No. It was just enough, alpha.”

“Mmm.” He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’ll let me know if it’s too much, won’t you? I would never want to hurt you unless you were enjoying it.”

Nodding, I leaned forward, resting my head on his chest. “We have the safe word.”

“Yes, we do,” he whispered into my hair. He kissed my head a few times, stroking my back with tiny circles. “Are you hungry?”

I moaned, pressing my body into his. “Yes.”

“For food, my love. Let’s get you fed and then we can take care of that other hunger as well. Did you want a shower first?”

I nodded. Samuel led me to his shower and we washed each other with care. It went beyond sex. Other than making love, it was the most intimate experience.

Being with Samuel was a bucket list all its own.

“What do you like to eat?” He laughed. “I’m learning your body and you, but I have no idea how my little wolf takes his coffee. I want to learn all of those things about you. What makes you tick.” He said all of this while drying me off with a fluffy black towel. Because of course his towels were black.

“A splash of cream. And I don’t really like sweet breakfasts.”

“Eggs? Bacon? How does that sound?”

I laughed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants he offered me, sans boxers. “Sounds fantastic. What can I do?”

We went into the kitchen together and, while I hadn’t noticed the night before, Samuel’s kitchen was a chef’s dream. Viking stove with six burners. Marble for days. Everything organized and yet minimal. “This place is great.”

He nodded. “Thank you. It’s a lot for one person, but I was holding out hope that I would find my mate one day. That I would find you. Now, a very important question. Are you opposed to toast?”

I snorted. “I’m not that big a snob. Toast is fine. Lots of butter but none of that jelly or honey business.”

“Goddess forbid.” He chuckled. He popped some bacon into the oven and prepared eggs with cottage cheese and shredded cheese on top. He slid some sourdough into a fancy toaster.

“The club must be lucrative. Your home is amazing.”

He turned around, and I knew I’d struck a nerve. I hadn’t meant to but as my mate’s irises grew darker, it was there. “My grandfather died and left me an inheritance. Everything. I invested in the club and bought this place.”

“I’m so sorry.” I wrapped my arms around him and soothed him physically and through the bond. “I didn’t mean to make you confess that.”

“Not a confession, mate. I wanted to tell you. I would’ve. I’m glad it was brought up.” He lifted his hand to touch the mating mark on my shoulder. “I never met him. My parents went rogue and left the pack behind.”

We ate our food in silence. He cooked everything to perfection. I had a feeling he would. He was precise and controlled in everything he did. “Could I persuade you to stay with me another night?” he asked.

“You could. But I have to be at work in the morning.”

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