Page 118 of Omega Sanctuary

I almost asked him to stay, but I wanted to see where he was going with this. I took a long soak in the tub and toweled off. The images of him wiping me down, rubbing me dry rose, and I shivered, my nipples puckering.

In the little kitchen, delicious smells wafted through my apartments. Basil, tomato, cheese, it all smelled so good my stomach growled. I ducked into my room to get changed and settled for a nice dress that hugged my breasts and then swept down in a flowing skirt.

I padded into the kitchen with a smile.

"Better?" He looked up at me, tossing pasta in a large bowl. His sleeves were rolled back, his thick brown biceps on show for me, and my mouth watered for more than just the pasta.

"Yes, much. I didn't know I needed that."

"It's my job to take care of you," he said. "Especially when you're not taking care of yourself."

"I'm trying," I protested. "I'm sleeping a lot. Eating, and having lots of sex with your omega."

He raised his eyebrows at that. "With our omega."

I nodded. He poured me a glass of wine and gestured for me to sit. "You said you were from a small town?"

"Penrith, yes." I stood up to help as he moved to the stove, turning some pieces of chicken over.

"Please, let me."

He flipped the chicken. "I've been to Maragon Cove—"

"Really?" I sat up. It was a ways away from Penrith, but still. I'd been there a few times in my life.

"Yes." He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Beautiful area of the country. Beautiful people."

"Did you ever get the olive bread?" I sighed. I missed olive bread.

"I did. Delicious. You had your own bakery?"

"With my Nan."

"She sounds like a nice woman."

"She is." I sat back, homesickness washing over me. "I miss her."

"When I have permission to wisk you away, we can take a trip around the coast."

"Really?" I watched him. He wasn't exuberant like Asano, but he had the smooth charm of a man in his element.

"Certainly. The ships won't sail themselves." He winked. "Asano tells me you love the ocean anyway."

"I do," I sighed. "I want to take a trip out to the islands, but I keep waking up sore and cranky."

"It will pass." He handed me a plate of salad. "Eat up. You're not eating enough."

"I eat plenty."

He gave me a look, so I started eating.

"Good girl," he said.

Heat shivered through me. His tone didn't change, but I felt like I was struck with lightening. He finished cooking, and set two plates out for us. It was delicious and he forced me to eat until I was so full I could roll away.

He asked me about Nan and the bakery, and before I knew it, I was explaining everything, my lifelong struggle with what was early signs of being an omega.

He caressed his hand over mine. "My poor pet. No wonder you're stronger than they think."

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