Page 60 of His Sassy Omega
Quinn’s words at the beginning of the week kept coming back to haunt me, interrupting my days periodically and stopping me in my tracks. My gut was churning, my brain trying to figure out what I’d done wrong.
We need to talk.
Anytime those words had been directed at me, it was never a good thing. With Nathan, it had been to tell me how being with me made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. His words.
With Lisette, it had been to tell me we needed to take a break – she needed to take a break – from me. Because I was too sweet, too nice, too boring. Too everything and none of it good, at least according to her.
I knew in my soul, I must have done something wrong. Again. No one said‘We need to talk’when everything was good. I’d always donesomething. Something wrong. Sending the food was probably crossing some invisible line of boundaries that I clearly never got the memo on. I hadn’t beenable to shake the feeling that he was hungry, and my alpha instincts had demanded I feed him. I’d developed some sort of Quinn-related E.S.P.
I kept replaying my mom’s words, mingled with the very different ones my dad had always instilled in me, and I was a confused mess. I know Quinn and I were very different people. He was worlds away from what I had always imagined I wanted in a mate.
That didn’t matter to me, though.
I wanted Quinn.
Tall, lanky, sassy mouthed Quinn.
Prickly Quinn who didn’t need, or want, an alpha.
Quinn, the spunky businessman, who baked the most mouth-watering, tempting goodies known to man.
Quinn, who made me burn with a fire that threatened to eat me alive, anytime I was in the same room with him. Or away from him. I dreamed of him, of my hands stroking through the softest black fur, while he purred next to me. All my thoughts were centered around him. I was becoming slightly obsessed.
I didn’t know if it was because we were indeed fated mates as I suspected, or if it was just Quinn himself making me act this foolish. He brought all my wants, both sexual and otherwise, to the surface, flashing behind my eyes like a neon light.
I wanted to protect him, cherish him, take care of him, and see to his every need. I wanted him to tie me up, and ride me like I was his own personal stallion.
I wanted to explore things with him, I’d never even thought about trying before. When he’d held my wrist down, putting just the perfect amount of pressure on me, my cock had jumped like I’d been hit by a thousand volts of electricity. A need so powerful, raw, and wanton, awoke inside me. A need I’d only ever dared to fantasize about burned out of control.
I’d liked him being in charge. Scratch that, I’dlovedhim being in charge. I’d loved feeling controlled. Him making me take what he was giving. Him taking just what he wanted, turned me on more than I’d ever been turned on. I’d never before allowed myself to explore the submissive side of myself, until Quinn. I was an alpha. I was the alpha in charge – of our family, our businesses, everything. I’d been taught that alphas didn’t submit, and submitting to an omega was wrong. But submitting to Quinn had been everything I’d ever dared dream about.
We need to talk.
I’d tried to get him to tell me what was wrong, because something was definitely wrong. I could hear it in his voice, feel it throughout my body. He’d refused, saying it wasn’t a conversation to have over the phone or text. That just made it ten times worse.
We need to talk.
Since he was super busy this week, there wasn’t an opportunity to see him to discuss whatever it was he wanted to talk about, until he made the brunch delivery. He and Josh were working crazy hours to get all their orders out, and to have items ready for their booth at the town’s annual Holiday Festival tomorrow.
I wasn’t happy when I found out Quinn was essentially camping out on the sofa in his office at the bakery. Wade had let that bit of information slip, and it had set my wolf to pacing and whining. I’d made sure to send him lunch and dinner every day this week, an act that had calmed my wolf.
I sent Quinn good morning texts and checked in with him throughout the day. Even if he only shot me back one or two-word answers, it still made me smile. It made me feel somehow connected to him in a small way. It made my wolf happy, and he would preen anytime Quinn’s name popped up on my phone.
I was probably well on my way to doing the exact things that had driven Lisette and Nathan away, but it was who I was at my core. I was a protector, a nourisher, a caregiver, and I wasn’t going to stop. Not when my mate desired something.
I wanted to pay for help for him, but I knew better than to bring that subject up. Quinn was prickly when it came to his bakery, and stubborn and proud. We’d barely been dating – if you could even call it that – two weeks, and it was way too soon for me to be stepping in like that. That would not go over well with my sassy omega, not at all.
He had let me pamper him Sunday when he’d been tired and headachy. He’d let me bathe him, and cuddle him on the couch. Tuck him into bed. It had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to not crawl into bed next to him and drift off to sleep, with him in my arms. Where he belonged. That was much different than him being okay with me crossing a line into his business.
“If you don’t stop pacing, I’m going to throw something at you,” Wade’s shout from his desk startled me.
“How long have you been here?” I demanded. I’d come in at six because if I couldn’t sleep, I figured I’d get something accomplished at the office.
Even though this was the last day for most of our staff until after the new year. There was always something I could find to do if I wanted to. I’d gotten nothing accomplished except pacing a hole in my office carpet, but that was my business.
“Long enough to be annoyed by your pacing.” He appeared in the doorway, holding a cup of steaming, fragrant love in a cup for me. I took it, inhaling and sipping the nectar of the Gods.
“You stopped by the bakery.” It wasn’t a question.
