Page 72 of Omega in Hiding

“Connor,” I moan, opening my mouth to give him my bite.

“I love you,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Paolo. I want you to claim me. I want to belong to only you.”

I’m so happy to hear him say those words to me. I knew he loved me. I could feel it tonight especially. I love him too. I think I’ve always loved him. From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I felt he belonged to me. Now I’m going to establish my ownership of him with my bite. But it goes both ways. He’ll own me too. I love that thought. I love the thought we belong to each other for all eternity.

“I love you, Connor. You’re mine,” I say and then I bite down.

He screams in pain, but his hole quakes and shudders as he comes again on my dick. His moans and cries are like music to my lust addled brain. I growl as his blood spills into my mouth, and I’m coming too. I’m dazed as I pump my load deep into his quaking womb. His blood is like strong wine, making me drunk with lust.

“Oh, fuck, Paolo,” he whines, shuddering as I suckle at his bloody throat.

His womb quakes around my spilling cock, and the tang of his warm blood on my tongue is purely orgasmic. I come again just from the taste of him sliding down my throat. He groans and clutches me, panting roughly as he climaxes for a thirdtime. I’ve never claimed an omega before, but I’ve heard about how painful and exhausting it is. I can now verify those stories are true. But what they don’t tell you is that while it’s painful and tiring, it’s also euphoric. I’ve never felt such pleasure and I can see on Connor’s flushed face he’s experiencing the same thing.

We hold each other, the scent of blood and semen filling the room. I’m painted in his cum, and mine oozes out of his hole. When my knot begins to form, we both groan. Connor arches his back, eyes wide as I grow huge inside his hole. He mumbles and moans, fucking himself on my knot. He trembles as I stretch him open with my knot, and can’t help climaxing once more.

We kiss and share warm, desperate breaths. I can’t stop staring into his beautiful green eyes. I can’t believe he’s finally mine. I don’t have to chase him or try to hunt him down. I don’t have to suffer alone every night worrying and wondering where he is. He’s here now. He’s safely in my arms. I’ll protect him until the day I die. If he carries the baby to term, I’ll protect our child with the same fierceness.

Connor once more falls asleep in my arms. I hold him until my knot recedes. When he wakes up, we fuck again and again. By morning, we’re both exhausted. My muscles shake and I’m drained physically. Connor wakes up looking a bit gray around the gills. He goes into the bathroom and I hear him retching. When he comes out, he’s pale and he sits on the end of the bed.

“The joys of being pregnant,” he mumbles, staring into space.

“But it’s exciting, right?”

He glances over and nods. “I’m so happy to be pregnant, Paolo. I… I just hope I don’t lose it.”

“You won’t.” I do worry a little he might lose the baby, but to be honest, all I care about is having Connor. The baby is just icing on the cake.

We brush our teeth, and I coax Connor to the shower where we kiss and wash each other. I gently dry him off, rubbing his blond hair dry. We smile at each other, and it’s such a relief not to have to hide how I feel anymore.

“I love you,” I say softly, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I love you.” he smiles sweetly.

I place my hand on his flat stomach. “Our baby is in there.”

His smile fades. “I may not carry it to term, Paolo. I… I’m sorry I’m defective.”

“Stop being so negative.” I scowl. “You’re not defective, and I think the baby will be fine. Those quack doctors were wrong.”

He pats his tummy. “I guess we’ll see.”

“As my omega, you’ll have access to the best doctor’s, Connor. We’ll keep you and the baby safe.”

A line appears between his light brows. “Your family won’t accept me, Paolo. What if they try to disown you?”

“No. That won’t happen.” I sigh. “We’ll have a huge fight because Valentino loves to throw his weight around. But I’m not backing down. I’ve never really stood up to him before, but this time I will. Mother will be on my side and probably Nico too. Especially since you’re carrying my baby.”

“But… I’m a Murphy.”

“No, you’ll be a Syracuse as soon as I marry you. You disowned the Murphy name. You’ll be under our protection now.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Of course.” I frown. “I claimed you, but I also want you to have my name.”

“I’ll never be Italian.” He bites his bottom lip. “There are those who won’t accept me.”

“Whether you’re Italian or not doesn’t matter. I’m never going to be the leader of the Black Knives. That honor belongs to Valentino and his sons. I’m glad I don’t have that added pressure. I’ve never been power-hungry like Valentino.”

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