Page 77 of Omega's Vengeance

He reaches back and guides the head of my dick to his slick hole. I can’t fight the surge of need that roars through me. I push inside his tight heat, and he hisses his approval. I strain into him, slowly thrusting and giving into my lust. Sex was never this good with anyone else. Alessio’s body is made for my cock.

He moans and grips my shoulders, his body rubbing against mine with every thrust. His cock is hard against my stomach, and his lips part with excitement. Every inch of my body buzzes with need as I fuck my omega. He’s finally really mine. Body and soul. I see it in his eyes. The joy he’s feeling as I take his body fills me with ecstasy. I certainly never thought our tumultuous adventures together would end this way?with him as my husband.

He cups my face, staring into my eyes as I fuck him. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Oh, God, Dario. I need you.”

I rumble my approval and thrust harder. I’m not going to last. I never do with Alessio. It’s been too long since I was inside him, and I’m too excited at the prospect that he belongs to me. Forever. He’s mine for life. We’re going to have a baby together. We’re going to build a life together. The snobby little omega who turned down my drink is now my mine.

“You’re mine,” I say softly. “Forever.”

“Yes.” He nods. “Yes.”

His insides are so tight and warm. I love his noises and the way he completely gives himself over to me when we fuck. I can feel he’s close to coming, just like I am. He stares into my eyes, pupils blown with lust. He fucking loves my dick plunging inside his hot little hole. He digs his nails into my shoulders, lips parted.

“Oh, f… fuck. I’m c… coming,” he whimpers and then his body goes rigid.

He shudders and cries out, and his hot release spills against my stomach. I watch pure pleasure wash over his handsome face, and I fuck him deep and slow through his climax. Then I’m coming too. Unable to hold back the orgasm roaring through me. I claim his mouth as I finish inside him.

Once we’ve quieted down, I hold him. He sighs as my knot forms inside him. He’s already pregnant, so there’s no purpose to knot him other than sheer erotic pleasure. He moans and trembles as my knot stretches inside him. I stroke his back, also groaning at the delicious sensation of my knot filling him. When at long last the knot subsides, I clean up my stomach and his, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I wake up with the most amazing sense of contentment. Alessio still sleeps beside me and I watch him. I study his delicate cheekbones, and the fullness of his mouth. I hope our baby takes after him in the looks department. He’s exquisite. His features are like a work of art.

Eventually, I decide I should get up and get ready for the day. I’m brushing my teeth when Alessio stumbles into the bathroom. Without a word, he goes into the little bathroom cubicle and uses the facilities. When he comes out he washes his hands, giving me a shy smile. Timidity isn’t something I’m used to seeing in Alessio.

“Morning,” I say, my voice still gruff from sleep.

“Good morning.” He winces. “Sorry I jumped your bones last night.”

I pause brushing my teeth and spit into the sink. When I straighten, I say, “You’re sorry? Why? Did I hurt you?” He’s wearing a T-shirt over his boxers, so I can’t see his stiches.

He grimaces. “No. I’m fine. I just mean, maybe you weren’t in the mood. I kind of forced the issue.”

I laugh. “You’re kidding right? I had a flagpole in my pants the entire ceremony and reception. If you think I was forced into sex, you’re insane. I loved it.” I go back to brushing my teeth.

“Okay. Good.” He grabs his toothbrush and he begins to brush his teeth too.

I rinse and spit into the sink. “I wasn’t sure if I’d like having someone in my bed,” I say, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “It was nice though. Cuddling with you during the night was cozy.”

“I wasn’t sure if I’d like it either, but I did.” He smiles. “You don’t snore. I thought you might.”

I smile and turn on the shower. As the room fills with steam, I’m struck by how naturally we fall into a morning routine. I shower while he shaves. Then he showers while I shave. We move around each other as if we’ve always done this dance. I do stop to kiss him once or twice, and he responds nicely.

I’m grateful there’s no regret in his eyes about being married to me. I couldn’t help but worry there might be. But he seems content. We truly have reached a new point in our relationship. We’re finally on the same page. Neither of us wants to fight the fact that we’re fated to be together. We’re both embracing it, it seems.

I’m tying my tie, as he towels off. He wraps the towel around his hips and leans in to examine his face in the mirror. “Does my face look fat? Puffy?”

“No. You don’t look the least bit fat or puffy.”

“Hmmm.” He peers at himself in the mirror. “Something is different.”

“Maybe it’s that your look of hatred for me is gone.” I smirk, smoothing my hands down the front of my shirt. “When you’re not glaring at me, you look younger.”

“Very funny.”

I laugh at the dirty look he sends me. “Marie said you were glowing yesterday at the wedding. I noticed it too. Maybe that’s what you’re seeing.” I don’t bother adding that beneath that glow, is a hint of fatigue.

“I don’t think I’m glowing.” He sighs, turning sideways and studying his body. “I think I look pale and pudgy.” His hands drift almost distractedly to his stomach. He’s not showing yet. But he’s probably only a month along so that isn’t surprising. He frowns at himself more in the mirror and I have to wonder what is going on in his head.

“Any morning sickness?” I ask.

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